5 little things you should remember as a woman:
1. Not all the members of the male species in this world will ever be the same. That just because one man hurt you, doesn’t mean the rest of them will.
2. Don’t let anyone tell you how to use your wings. Don’t let anyone tell you which skies to take. Don’t let anyone tell you who to love. Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re not enough. Don’t let anyone cage you. Soar high, my darling.
3. Not because you’re a woman, doesn’t mean you should be submissive or you’re only entitled to be weak. You are a goddess. Do not bow down to no one. Look at the adversities without cowering and burn them with the fire in your eyes. Bend if needed, but do not let the world break you.
4. You do not need a thigh gap or a skinny waist just to feel confident. No matter what size you are, you deserve respect. Command it.
5. Remember, the word beautiful i s a social construct, but nevertheless, you are beautiful so believe in it. If nobody has ever said that to you yet, I will. You are beautiful and you deserve to always feel that you are.
- me, the motherfucker with over 50 abandoned works in progress: i have another idea
words i use in every sentence:
That’s a sentence right there
Forwards and backwards
You can r earrange them in any order and it’ll be a sentence
ladies and gentlemen the extensive vocabulary of tumblr
Catcalling is never a compliment
Contrary to what sexist pigs believe, being catcalled is never a compliment. The effects aren’t only superficial. It extends its toll on the psychological well-being of whoever is being catcalled.
Please know that cat-calling is a means of objectification (Calogero, Tantleff-Dunn, & Thompson, 2011) wherein a person’s body is treated as a commodity that should only be appreciated by it’s aesthetic value and by its use (Franzoi, 1995). It can perpetuate the cycle of being objectified which in turn would increase the chances of the person objectifying themselves/to self-objectify. It can become a precursor to feelings of body shame and eating disorders (Calogero, Davis, & Thompson, 2005), and anxiety, which can ultimately lead to depression and other mental health risks (Meuhlenkamp & Saris-Baglama, 2002; Harell, Fredrickson, Pomerleau, Nolen-Hoeksema, 2006; Grabe, Hyde, & Lindberg, 2007; Steer & Tiggemann, 2008).
So, here ’s a reminder to my male friends: Whenever you look down on females and stare at them like they’re merchandises you are trying to assess for purchase, at least think of the important females in your lives. Other females deserve the same respect you give to them. Whenever you call out “hey sexy” or anything close to that, or wolf whistle at a girl, think of how those said females would feel. It won’t make you handsome. It won’t make you cool. It won’t make us, females, appreciate you. I have never met a woman yet who has ever felt so glorified at being objectified. You wouldn’t want it happening to any woman important to you, so why do it towards another? I swear I’ll question you as a human being.
* Calogero, R., Tantleff-Dunn, S., & Thompson, J. (2011). Future directions for research and practice. Self-objectification in Women: Causes, Consequences and Counteractions, p. 217-231. Washington, DC: American Psychological Association.
* Calogero, R., Davis, W., & Thompson, J. (2005). The role of self-objectification in the experience of women with eating disorders. Sex Roles, 52, 43-50.
* Franzoi, S. (1995). The body-as-object versus the body-as-process: Gender differences and gender considerations. Sex Roles, 33(5-6), 417.
* Grabe, S., Hyde, J., & Lindberg, S. (2007). Body objectification and depression in adolescents: The role of gender, shame, and rumination. Psychology of Women Quarterly, 31, 164-175.
* Harrell, Z., Fredrickson, B., Pomerleau, C., & Nolen-Hoeksema, S. (2006). The role of trait self-objectification in smoking among college women. Sex Roles, 54, 735-743.
* Muehlenkamp, J., & Saris-Baglama, R. (2002). Self-objectification and its psychological outcomes for college women. Psychology of Women Quarterly, 26, 371-379.
* Steer, A., & Tiggemann, M. (2008). The role of self-objectification in women’s sexual functioning. Journal of Social and Clinical Psychology, 27, 205-225.
Don’t ask him now how it’s like to fall in love with me. He will tell you how I used to be like a calm sunny day that you could fall in love with, flowers blooming everywhere and gently dancing in the warm summer breeze, wishing that it could somehow stay forever; and that all of a sudden, I became a violent wind, with a storm for a temperament, that forcefully blew things away. He will tell you, respiring acid from his lungs, that I was like a frightening lightning bolt that hits exactly where it hurts and leaves you to nothing but ashes. He will tell you things I never thought I’d hear from where beautiful words had come out from before.
Hear this: It was I who lit the match. He may have watched me burn with regret for trying to love me, but it was I who started the fire.
Don’t ask him now how it’s like to fall in love with me, because he will be telling you the truth.
We are teaching our children to blame the victim’s clothing,
the victim’s ways,
the victim in general.
We are teaching our children to be careful
but we forget to teach them respect.
We clip their wings
because this is a dangerous world.
But we fail to teach the young that sexual assault is inexcusable.
That rape is unforgivable.
That rape should not be committed.
Daddy didn’t raise us to be ordinary women.
We were raised to be queens who will build empires,
empires that will crash and burn the oppressing society we are in.
Queens who do not need saving,
Queens who will wage wars for ourselves
And win them
Queens who will bow down to no one.
Queens who will not be enslaved.
— We do not need a man /
"My dearest Mary,
If you’re reading this, then you are leaving France to reclaim your Scottish throne. I always knew this day would come, and I wish I could be at your side as you set sail to take back what is yours. In the darkest of times, you were my conscience. Your heart was a light, Mary, and it burned so very bright for France. No matter how far you go, that light will burn forever. I have left you a gift, something I made for you to fight for what is yours, and for what you know in your heart is right.
I love you, Mary Stuart.
— Francis Valois, last words to Mary (Safe Passage)
He is flawed, he is imperfect.
But he feels more human, he feels more real.
Because my mother once told me that when I should love;
With the monsters that lurk within him, I should not be afraid.
Run with them, she said.
Have tea with them, she coaxed.
Sleep with them.
Train with them.
They are a part of him.
But don’t forget to improve.
Make him feel at home.
Make him feel safe.
For I too have demons I couldn’t outrun.
— this is how we both will win the fight /
stop!!! letting!!! famous!!! men!!! get!!! away!!! with!!! abuse!!! against!!! women!!!
(Source: , via animelogy)
To allow the burial of the late dictator Ferdinand Marcos in the Libingan Ng Mga Bayani is to desecrate the place. In a place for heroes, to allow the burial of someone who has committed atrocious acts against his countrymen would negate the place’s meaning and vilifies the lives and rights compromised during his despotic regime.
Republic Act No. 289 states that the said national pantheon exists “to perpetuate the memory of all the Presidents of the Philippines, national heroes and patriots for the inspiration and emulation of this generation and of generation still unborn.” He was a president of the country, and yes it may have initially given him the right, but that right had been defeated by the fact that he had committed grave moral disservice to his countrymen. He was hardly a celebrated hero or should be emulated by the younger generation with what transpired during his reign. The Martial Law is still dubbed as one of the darkest periods i n Philippine History, in and out of the country. Also, just in case, the lot of these Marcos Apologists are still as less-informed as they often are, Marcos may have served as president of our country and have been Commander-In-Chief of the Armed Forces of the Philippines at one point, there is a clause in AFPR G 161 374 (Armed Forces of the Philippines (AFP) Regulation: The Allocation of Cemetery Plots at the LNMB) that disqualifies him. The said clause states that “Personnel who were dishonorably separated/reverted/discharged from the service. Authorized personnel who is convicted by final judgment of the offense involving moral turpitude” shall be refused interment in the national pantheon. While the second statement could be trivial as he hardly received final judgment for his violations of human rights when he died prior to it, but so there were still several lawsuits against Marcos that have been won by their plaintiffs. The first statement, however, would be a diffe rent matter, for Marcos was indeed dishonorably discharged from service through People Power/Edsa Revolution.
His burial in the LNMB is not a step to healing, it is not a step to moving on either. It was a calculated, long-wished-for move to bury the vile occurrences that had once been a cruel reality and feed the young with delusions of grandeur from the said era. We cannot truly move on. Not when his family refuses to acknowledge the savage conducts against humanity that took place when they purloined democracy from the country. Not when none of his family would humble themselves and apologize because they are so convinced at glorifying themselves while convincing the rest that they were the lesser evil and they think that they have nothing to apologize for. Not when his family continues to deny respect where it is due.
When you are aware and heavily-educated on what has transpired then, and when you empathize even when you have not experienced Martial Law first hand, yo u learn not to forget. You learn to fight hard so that the lives lost in order to attain freedom would never be just stories from the past. You learn to try and educate others so that we may never repeat the infliction of their horror stories. You learn to refuse another self-entitled bastard who wants to rewrite history to suit his political selfishness and truly bury the long-forgotten voices of what could have been the future of this country. You learn to scream never again until we’ve lost our voices while our liberty to do so still stands, because when another monster that we’ve put into power tries to plunder that from us again, we may once again lose our lives and those who are dear to us.
If you want to be my lover
U gotta get with my ideals of feminism and racial equality