A brilliant metaphor
6. Cycle lanes are built just for you, and then the cars drive in those too.
THAT is the best goddamn metaphor I’ve ever seen. That’s freaking EXACTLY how it is!
This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.
reblogging here bc i think the sexualizing of breast cancer and the objectification of women with breast cancer, basically everything so well stated in the above, is a rape culture issue.
And we here in the UK have the ultimate in the sexualisation of breast cancer thanks to Rupert Murdoch’s The Sun “newspaper”. The paper STILL features “Page 3 Girls” - every weekday the largest image of a woman in the paper is of a slim, almost-exclusively white, large and/or perky-breasted young woman posing topless or nearly naked (they don’t have the Page 3 girls in the weekend edition of the paper, as apparently kids are only exposed to newspapers on weekends, right? :/).
There is increasing activism against this derogatory, objectifying practice, led by the No More Page 3 campaign, which is asking the paper’s editor to remove the Page 3 features from the paper. And so, earlier this year. in a blatantly cynical move to try and justify the existence of this degrading hangover from the sexist 70s, The Sun partnered with (somewhat misguided) breast cancer charity Coppafeel (I know, I know… :/) for “Check Em Tuesday”… whereby each Tuesday the scantily-clad, provocatively pouting, young, attractive, full-breasted woman encourages women to check their breasts for abnormalities (cos women are TOTALLY the target audience of Page 3 and are going to find soft porn a huge encouragement to body awareness and breast cancer and biopsies and mastectomies are sooooooooo fucking sexy).
There is no unmarked woman.
There is no woman’s hair style that can be called standard, that says nothing about her. The range of women’s hair styles is staggering, but a woman whose hair has no particular style is perceived as not caring about how she looks, which can disqualify her for many positions, and will subtly diminish her as a person in the eyes of some.
Women must choose between attractive shoes and comfortable shoes. When our group made an unexpected trek, the woman who wore flat, laced shoes arrived first. Last to arrive was the woman in spike heels, shoes in hand and a handful of men around her.
If a woman’s clothing is tight or revealing (in other words, sexy), it sends a message — an intended one of wanting to be attractive, but also a possibly unintended one of availability. If her clothes are not sexy, that too sends a message, lent meaning by the knowledge that they could have been. There are thousands of cosmetic products from which women can choose and myriad ways of applying them. Yet no makeup at all is anything but unmarked. Some men see it as a hostile refusal to please them.
Women can’t even fill out a form without telling stories about themselves. Most forms give four titles to choose from. “Mr.” carries no meaning other than that the respondent is male. But a woman who checks “Mrs.” or “Miss” communicates not only whether she has been married but also whether she has conservative tastes in forms of address — and probably other conservative values as well. Checking “Ms.” declines to let on about marriage (checking “Mr.” declines nothing since nothing was asked), but it also marks her as either liberated or rebellious, depending on the observer’s attitudes and assumptions.
men: rape jokes hahaha! beating women haha! lol make me a sandwich whore! put on makeup fugly! hahaha!
women: those aren’t funny.
men: lighten up, it’s a joke wow must be on her period women are so emotional lol
women: i drink the tears of men, haha!
men: hOW DARE YOU. HOW DARE YOU PROMOTE THE SUFFERING OF US MEN? DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE HAVE DONE FOR YOU? YOU WOULD BE NOTHING WITHOUT US. THATS NOT FUNNY AT ALL
SO THIS WASN’T JUST A BRITISH THING?!
IT WAS NUMBER 1 IN AUSTRALIA FOR LIKE 3 WEEKS AND THEN IT WAS CRAZY FROG…. fucking 2001
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this was my favourite song oh my god
Reblogging because of nostalgic reasons
As a Spanish woman I ask you all to forget this hideous song and I’m sorry
(Phonetically, from memory (sorry, any Spaniards)): asere hey de hey de behebe tude hebere sebionobe mahabe an de boogie an de buididipe.
I was working in Ibiza when this song was a big hit and even now I can remember the freaking words phonetically! :lol:
Anonymous said: dont tell me to calm down you ugly bitch. go fucking calm yourself down with a huge dick in your cunt raping you
Ooookay time to turn off anons.
You’re vile and small and scary and you should stop following me.
JFC. What boggles my mind completely (aside from why people feel entitled to be so horrible to Euclase - or to anyone else who’s never done ANYTHING to them) is that you can fucking guarantee that the fucks like this who abuse women online with threats of rape and violence (for pretty much no reason other than that they exist and are female) are exactly the same fucks who claim that sexism doesn’t exist and that women have it easy and feminists are just man-hating bitches who want women to be superior to men, not equal to. The irony is at once laughable and hideously depressing.
Probably reblogged this before but doing it again because dayum… :D