“There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.”—All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands (via punkrockmermaid)
A boy sprawled next to me on the bus, elbows out, knee pointing sharp into my thigh.
He frowned at me when I uncrossed my legs, unfolded my hands
and splayed out like boys are taught to: all big, loose limbs.
I made sure to jab him in the side with my pretty little sharp purse.
At first he opened his mouth like I expected him to, but instead of speaking up he sat there, quiet, and took it for the whole bus ride.
Like a girl.
Once, a boy said my anger was cute, and he laughed,
and I remember thinking that I should sit there and take it,
because it isn’t ladylike to cause a scene and girls aren’t supposed to raise their voices.
But then he laughed again and all I saw
was my pretty little sharp nails digging into his cheek
before drawing back and making a horribly unladylike fist.
(my teacher informed me later that there is no ladylike way of making a fist.)
When we were both in the principal’s office twenty minutes later
him with a bloody mouth and cheek, me with skinned knuckles,
I tried to explain in words that I didn’t have yet
that I was tired of having my emotions not taken seriously
just because I’m a girl.
Girls are taught: be small, so boys can be big.
Don’t take up any more space than absolutely necessary.
Be small and smooth with soft edges
and hold in the howling when they touch you and it hurts:
the sandpaper scrape of their body hair that we would be shamed for having,
the greedy hands that press too hard and too often take without asking permission.
Girls are taught: be quiet and unimposing and oh so small
when they heckle you with their big voices from the window of a car,
because it’s rude to scream curse words back at them, and they’d just laugh anyway.
We’re taught to pin on smiles for the boys who jeer at us on the street
who see us as convenient bodies instead of people.
Girls are taught: hush, be hairless and small and soft,
so we sit there and take it and hold in the howling,
pretend to be obedient lapdogs instead of the wolves we are.
We pin pretty little sharp smiles on our faces instead of opening our mouths,
because if we do we get accused of silly women emotions
blowing everything out of proportion with our PMS, we get
condescending pet names and not-so-discreet eyerolls.
Once, I got told I punched like a girl.
I told him, Good. I hope my pretty little sharp rings leave scars.
”—'My Perfume Doubles As Mace,' theappleppielifestyle. (via queenofeden)
do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general
I have a dream of becoming fabulously rich, opening a movie studio, and making nothing but films about Kickass Ladies of WWII.
… you guys realise that Krystyna Skarbek = Christine Granville, right? Also known as Ian Fleming’s (supposed) inspiration for Vesper Lynd?
Other than that, excellent post - also worth researching are Odette Sansom, Lise de Baissac, Yvonne Cormeau, Virginia Hall and Pearl Withertington (and indeed all of the ladies of the SOE, the Bletchley girls, the women who worked in as analysts/ operators/ etc.; the list goes on and on and on).
if any real person could be the basis for Peggy, it was Vera Atkins. She’s proof a character like Peggy is real and canon and did occur in real life.
Atkins was a spy before Great Britain even joined in WWII, working with businessmen in Canada (Intrepid) and America, sending reports that eventually were read by Churchill and Roosevelt. During the war she was in-charge of the F-Section of the SOE; she selected and trained the women (the majority who are above with her name) who went into occupied territories and who died. She knew that being a woman was an advantage, not a disadvantage; she didn’t become an officer until 1944, meaning that she commanded officers when she was only a civilian—if that’s not fucking badass than you are stupid.
After the war she investigated every single one of her lost agents to see what happened to them, and out of 120 -/+ she found out how they died/were caught except for one. She continued working as a spy during the Cold War, and even when her service to GB was called into question during the height of the hysteria. The majority of her service records on the British side were destroyed in a “mysterious” fire, and basically, Ian Fleming called her the boss of spies; She made men uncomfortable because she was so good at her job.
so if I hear one more person say Peggy Carter has no room in anything because “it’s not historically accurate!!!” I will find you and I will throat punch you
For a bb historian, I am very easygoing about inaccuracies in historical fiction. Fucking up dates and details etc. But representation and diversity in historical fiction is, IMO, more important than any other element of accuracy. Between people not believing that someone like Peggy Carter could exist, that it’s some kind of modern feminist propaganda changing the past, and a post the other day on LA Noire where someone said there couldn’t POSSIBLY be African American people of any gender or white women on the LAPD in 1947 (even though there totally were), it seems like there’s these incredibly rigid boundaries set up in peoples’ minds due largely to the media they consume about the past and it is FUCKED. UP.
The reason media presently focuses so much on white male bands of motherfucking brothers is that our present world is sexist and so people reach back for the white dudes.
It saddens me that people of color of any gender and white women were doing all these awesome, brave things and taking so much shit and that they were erased during their own time period and now doubly erased by people in the future who are too fucked up to notice or appreciate them, who construct this narrative of the past where they don’t get to stand up as tall and brave as they did.
Fucking hell. This is really not okay in any conceivable way. Fuck up dates and details if you like, but don’t fuck people out of ever being recognized like this. JFC, media.
I just want to laugh and laugh at people who cry about historical accuracy when things get made about people who aren’t straight white dudes because THE VAST MAJORITY of shit about straight white dudes is in NO WAY historically accurate. And yet curiously most people don’t complain about THAT….oh wait, it’s because the inaccuracies line up with their myopic, uneducated ideas about what the past looked like, so they don’t even notice.
So many people love to talk about history without knowing the first fucking thing about it.
“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.”— Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via mentalvoyage)
“I dislike the word ‘atheist’ because people believe that that word means that I do not believe. I do believe. I believe in all sorts of things. I believe in hope and in the power of language and in love; I believe that made up stories can matter; I believe that everyone is important and all struggles valid; I believe in the power of the unironically enthusiastic and in so much more, but they seem to think that I do not believe in anything because I do not believe in God.”—
This is the official Whitehouse.gov petition to stop CISPA 2.0 - I can’t sign it because I’m not in America but this bill would affect more than just Americans, it’ll affect anyone and everyone who uses the internet.
Please Sign it!
((If you are American or are naturalized, Sign. It. This is not a request. It is a command. Because this is not a freaking joke, the same way SOPA last year was not a joke.))
[NEEDS 96,000 signatures, only has 3,000. SIGN! GO GO GO!]
Guys, even if you’re not in America just leave the state blank when you sign up and you can still sign it.
In other words, GO GO GO GO GO THIS IS SO IMPORTANT DO IT NOW.
We got someone a fluffy chicken for way less than this, don’t tell me it’s impossible. THE INTERNET DEPENDS ON IT.
THIS IS RIGHT NOW OR ELSE WE’RE ALL FUCKED.
Not American so GO DO IT FOR ME OR I’LL THROW CUSTARD PIES AT YOUR MOTHER
I was wondering when we’d see some action against it!
“Samuel L. Jackson seriously wants to be in the new Star Wars movies. He doesn’t care how it happens, he doesn’t care how many arms he has or how dead he is, or if he has to somehow do this as Nick Fury instead of Mace Windu.”—
Is there anyone among us who doesn’t think Star Wars could use a little Nick Fury? (Source)
…it’s a universe with a well-established history of just cloning the shit out of people at the slightest excuse. Samuel L. Jackson could theoretically play every role in the next movie without it being that implausible, by Star Wars standards.
Holy shit I would pay twice the going rate for a movie ticket to see a film performed entirely by Samuel L. Jackson. I don’t even care what film. Star Wars, Pride & Prejudice, Sherlock Holmes, The Godfather…Any. Movie.
“The fucking recollection of what I said—of my fucking conduct, my fucking manners, my motherfucking expressions during it, is now, and has been many fucking months, goddamned painful to me. Your reproof, I shall never fucking forget: ‘had you behaved like less of a motherfucker.’ Those were your goddamned words. You know not, you can scarcely fucking conceive, how they have tortured me.”
“Really, Watson, you fucking excel yourself,” said Holmes, pushing back his chair and lighting a cigarette. “I am bound to say that in all the fucking accounts which you have been so good as to give of my own small achievements you have fucking habitually underrated your own motherfucking abilities. It may be that you are not yourself fucking luminous, but you are a motherfucking conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a fucking remarkable power of stimulating it. I confess, my dear fellow, that I am very much in your fucking debt.”
“About three goddamn things I was absolfuckinglutely postive. First, Edward was a motherfucking vampire. Second, there was a part of his sparkly blood drinking ass — and shit if I know how strong that part of the cold bastard might be — that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was fucking unconditionally, irrefuckinvocably, in motherfucking love with the pale ass blood drinking motherfucker. “
“One day, and that fuckin’ day may never come, I may call upon your bitch ass to do me a motherfuckin’ favor. But for now, consider this a fuckin’ piece of generosity on the day of my daughter’s fuckin’ wedding.”
Mr. Kane was a man who got everything he wanted and then lost it. Maybe Motherfucker was something he couldn’t get, or something he lost. Anyway, it wouldn’t have explained anything; I don’t think any word can explain a man’s life. No, I guess Motherfucker is just a… piece in a jigsaw puzzle… a missing piece.”
“When she grew bored of Serannes, she hooked up with a young lady. When the girl’s parents put her away in a convent in Avignon, d’Aubigny followed, took Holy Orders, entered the convent as an initiate, stole a body of a dead nun, placed it in the bed of her lover and set the room (and subsequently the convent) on fire to cover their escape. She then continued the affair with the young lady for three months before returning her to her family. As a result d’Aubigny was charged—as a male—with kidnapping, body snatching, arson, and failing to appear before the court. The sentence was death by fire. (She eventually pleaded with the Comte d’Armagnac to help her out and he in turn convinced the king to nullify her sentence).”—Julie d’Aubigny
And then I debated whether or not to put it on Tumblr…but I decided it was important. Because in my own way, I can (unfortunately) point out exactly what is wrong with men when they don’t realize how hard it is to be a woman. How we do not have equal opportunities and freedoms in…
Why Millennials aren’t buying cars or houses, and what that means for the economy
HAHA NO MONAY!!!!!
Maybe our generation aren’t buying houses and cars because EVERYTHING IS SO FUCKED
You want us to actually talk to bank people and get home loans and auto loans? They are still fucking us! Any time I go into a bank, I feel disgusted. You want me to do MORE business with the who want to charge me 5 dollars for every single swipe of my debit card? Get fucked!
You think I’m gonna buy a car? A car? Where am I gonna get the money for a car and the insurance and the insurance against the insurance company if God forbid they decide to do the same things they did to the poor Fisher family and countless others? And fucking GAS? Are you crazy? The planet is dying, and you want me to buy gas at $FUCK.YOU/gallon?
In the past 5 years since the economy fell apart, we’ve been adapting. We’ve been listening to countless horror stories of those who made the risk. Those who saved and did it right, and still ended up with an inferior product with inferior service that RUINS YOUR LIFE. It’s not like ordering a pizza, and instead of sausage, you get cheese. It’s like ordering a pizza and then your credit is ruined and you are flat broke. The pains of acquisition aren’t worth it if it can all be taken away like a bureaucratic fart in the bathtub. It would be smarter to save our money for tickets to god-damn Mars than to invest in these hideous, broken systems.
We aren’t cheap. We fucking hate doing business with you people.
All these pieces on Millennials are so mired in confusion since we don’t even trust journalists any more. The news, our entire lives, has been scary. Think about being 8 and processing the deaths of abortion doctors or homegrown terrorism. Now try to process the news when every asshole on camera just lies. The news hasn’t had an ounce of truth in it for 10 years. Can you not understand how much we don’t trust anyone who is older than us? How can you trust anybody when the president and vice-president of the United States lied to the Secretary of State so they could START THE WRONG WAR!
Also, that graphic? Is that what you think we all look like? Are you fucking kidding me, Atlantic?
I hope they never find out how to market to us. I hope we splinter so much that companies like Ford will have to make a decent product instead of asking the Vomit Spouts that created Jersey Shore how to create MORE fantasies about how great THINGS will make your life. We don’t attach to things because things break. We saw everything break.
But, that’s just me.
If these idiots think that after growing up in a household with a dad who has his MBA and a mom with a summa cum laude degree, yet still watched them declare bankruptcy, I’m going to buy a car or a house with money I don’t have, they’re honestly dumber than I thought.
Maybe we just finally learned that debt sucks balls like you’ve been telling us ALL OUR LIVES???
“The views expressed were offensive. Rape is rape. … What I think these comments do underscore is why we shouldn’t have a bunch of politicians—a majority of whom are men—making health care decisions on behalf of women.”—President Obama today on Rep. Todd Akin (via barackobama)
Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.
Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men — friends, coworkers, strangers — giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them.
“This is not about free enterprise, and it’s not about personal liberty; those fundamental principles are unquestioned. But for at least the past 100 years, we have understood capitalism and freedom to exist within a larger context — a complicated, real-world, human context. Some people begin life at a disadvantage, and it’s in the national interest to open doors of opportunity for them. Some people make mistakes, and it’s in the national interest to create second chances. Some people are too young, too old or too infirm to care for themselves, and it’s in the national interest to secure their welfare.”—Romney and Ryan’s disdain for the working class - The Washington Post