highfunctioningfool:

hotcommunist:

holy trinity of lesbians

[no terfs lol…i’ve literally made joan explicitly trans)

epicene-street-light:

wholesome student life things that we should collectively start romanticizing

• waking up and being genuinely thrilled to go to class because today is THAT CLASS you love so much you’d like it to never end
• coffee breaks with friends, chatting and joking about this particularly hard essay and the prof’s mannerism
• coffee breaks on your own, as you absent-mindedly watch the people around you, while thinking about what you’re working on
• finding this book you’ve been dying to read for so long, and borrowing it from the library
• the feeling of excitement that goes through you whenever you remember The Book is in your backpack
• understanding everything during demanding classes and being genuinely interested in the subject
• buying a New Special Pen and taking colorful notes that look super pretty
• not being able to shut up about your school projects (no your friends dont really care about the intricate details of what you’re working on, they don’t even have the same major as you, but they’re happy to hear you rant with such a burning passion)
• actually doing the extra reading and having your curiosity so piqued by what you’re reading that you go on and on and suddenly its 1am and what happened
• printing the project you’ve spent so much time and energy on and feeling the paper’s warmth
• actually submitting that project without feeling awful about it because you know you did your best and aren’t responsible for what happens next
• when you finally finish this Super Hard And Important Essay at like 3am, open the window and feel the cold night air on your burning cheeks and everything is dark and quiet and you can see the moon and you’re at peace with everything for a few minutes
• when this professor you admire says you did a great job and/or that you’re talented!!!!
• realizing two concepts that seemed so far away from each other and that you discovered in wildly different contexts are actually interlinked, then Realizing™ things and linking concepts/works/articles to each other at the speed of light & being super excited about it
• being so deeply immersed in your work that you didn’t realize two hours have passed
• finding the Perfect Spot at the library
• that Pure Joy moment when you FINALLY understand that super obscure sentence/text
• when you feel anxious because you’re not done with your homework & the deadline is super tight & your friend tells you they aren’t done yet either
• same but with an even more intense relief feeling when you realize you both haven’t even started yet
• when the professor starts a new reasoning and you can predict what the next idea/the final conclusion will be
• when the professor mention your favorite novel/author/fictional character in class and you feel like your internal screech of joy could shatter glass
• the Academic Salt™ that has you like 👀👀
• when the professor tears apart an author or scholar you hate and you’re like YES I WANT BLOOD GIVE ME BLOOD
• when you learn that Cool New Fact that makes you reconsider your whole life
• leaving the library after a long productive day and feeling like nothing is real but experiencing everything more intensely
• leaving the library at night after a long study session and everybody has left already and its just you and the long neon-lit corridors then stepping outside and smelling the crisp night wind

feel free to add your own!!!

mutantapologist:

A lot of people who aren’t indigenous find alcoholism in indigenous communities so funny as if that’s not a consequence of oppression like… use your heart

ronweasley:

This leftist man on a French facebook group for a left-wing politician I like I’m in is truly out there telling me that it’s okay sexist insults keep being hurled at Brigitte Macron because the people is mad and apparently me saying “I don’t care whether or not you agree with a woman’s political opinions, when you insult her for her sex you insult all women for our sex regardless of whether or not WE agree with her” is me being condescending towards the poor who are being hurt by Macron’s administration.

Men will never respect us. Whether they are right-wing or left-wing, they will never think our existence matters. They will always see us as expendable. Just stop interacting with them as much as you can, and move to a women-only island as soon as you can.

sespursongles:

I periodically feel so fucking sad for women in history. I feel like birth control in countries where it is widely used has made women forget an aspect of male cruelty and sociopathy that is now less apparent (giving the illusion that men have improved when only women’s defences against men have)—the fact that for most of history men could live with a woman for decades and not care that they were slowly killing her with endless back-to-back pregnancies which not only resulted in early death more often than not, but also in a total smothering of the woman’s spirit and talents. I saw a quote by Anne Boyer the other day that called straight relationships for women “not only deadly, but deadening”—as I was reading Jill Lepore’s Book of Ages, a biography of Benjamin Franklin’s sister Jane, who was bright and loved reading and wrote some poetry, but had little time to make anything of her life in between her 12 pregnancies. Benjamin Franklin’s mother had 10 sons and 7 daughters. What could they possibly accomplish when their husbands kept impregnating them year after year after year throughout their entire adult life? 

Charlotte Brontë eschewed marriage longer than most (writing to Ellen Nussey that she wished they could just set up a little cottage and live together) but she finally married at 38, became pregnant, and died before her 39th birthday. If she had married younger would Jane Eyre exist? I was reading that biography of Charity & Sylvia last month and comparing their life together in their little cottage to the life of their married female relatives, which was honestly hell on earth. One of Charity’s sisters had 18 children. Charity’s mother had 10 living ones, and probably some additional stillbirths. She gave birth to her first child age 19, in 1758, then to a pair of twins in 1760, then another child in 1761, another in 1763, another in 1765, another in 1767, another in 1769, another in 1771, another in 1774, another in 1777. Charity was the last child and her mother had been sick with tuberculosis for months when she became pregnant with her, and she died soon after giving birth.

I wish people would call this murder—this woman was murdered by her husband, like countless other women who do not ‘count’ as victims of male violence because straight sex is natural, pregnancy is natural, childbirth is natural. But when after 20 years of nonstop pregnancies this woman had tuberculosis and suffered from severe respiratory distress, severe weight loss, fever and exhaustion, and her husband impregnated her again, her death was expected. He must have known; he just didn’t care. This woman’s sister—Charity’s aunt—remained a spinster and outlived all of her married sisters by several decades, living well into her eighties. (Ironically, male doctors in her century asserted that sex with men was necessary for women’s health. The biographer quoted from a popular home health guide which said that old maids incurred grievous physical harm from a lack of sex with men.) And this aunt had the time and liberty to develop her skill for embroidery to such an extent that two museums still preserve her embroidered bed drapes. She accomplished something, she nurtured her talent and self. Her name was also Charity, and I find it interesting that Charity’s mother named her last daughter, whose pregnancy & birth killed her, after her childless, unmarried sister.

When I see women reblog my post about Sophia Tolstoy’s misery with her 13 children, adding comments like “thank god marriage is no longer synonymous with this”, I wonder if they realise that men have not magically become any kinder or more concerned about their female partner’s health and fulfillment, it’s just that women now have access to better ways of protecting themselves from their male partner’s indifference to their health and fulfillment.

gaie:

god womanhood is discomfort thats really all there is to it everything abt being a woman is uncomfortable from the constant surveillance even when theres no one there to the not ever rly getting the chance to know urself and ur boundaries to the self sacrifice and martyrdom in every form from the time u can even make conscious choices …… layers of discomfort on discomfort on discomfort

dandelionburdy:

vampireapologist:

I was working with a seagull and I said “as someone in Wildlife I know I should never anthropomorphize animals or hold them to any human moral standard, but seagulls are capable of and regularly knowingly commit evil” and the vet tech with me said “no yeah that’s true.”

This is the goddamn truth. If you think seagulls are anything short of vengeful demons, you haven’t lived near seagulls before.