Yo its’ okay if you’re a white girl who likes Uggs and spray tans and pop music and instagramming your Starbucks. Don’t let tumblr make you think for one minute that liking things like that makes you inferior.
Same goes for if you’re a hipster trans mexican/japanese Pizza Underground enthusiast with a hello kitty neck tattoo.
If you’re not hurting anyone, you be you. There’s nothing wrong with that.
I was called a Fat Bitch today. So instead of my usual “sushi rants” text post, I made a video post about it. Because fuck any man who thinks this is okay, that this is acceptable. Fuck this. Fuck that. I’m so furious I’m in TEARS.
EDIT: I am more than okay with this being reblogged since it’s fucking important, dammit. It’s not a fandom rant. It’s a rant about how society trains women to be resizeable fucktoys for men and if they dare step outside that line of “PERFECT PHOTOSHOP MODEL” then they’re “fat bitches” that men can’t fantasize about and it’s not okay. It is NOT okay.
Aww, you poor little baby, you’re furious that not everybody finds you attractive. I’ve been told that I’m “an ugly chink” or “your legs are too thin” and shit like that, but who fucking cares? Really? Can’t you just act mature and just walk away from it? And why are you assuming that “fat” is an insult?
Oh boy, okay, let’s do this.
Does it make you happy when people burst into your life unsolicited and reduce you to your race and physicality? Make you feel good? Give you warm feelings for them?
You are telling tumblr user Sushinfood, and by extension women in fucking general, to be silent when they are belittled, insulted, and torn down for an individual’s perception of their body.
And let me explain a thing about the connotations of the word ‘fat’ from a societal perspective. See, there’s this study in language called Semiotics, and what that means is the dissemination of meaning in words, because words have two layers of meaning - denotative and connotative. Denotation never changes, but connotation is heavily societal in nature.
‘Fat’, then. The denotation, in and of itself, is already negative. ‘Fat’ as an adjective, as used in the phrase ‘fat bitch’ refers to an excess of the noun fat. Too much of it. More than is acceptable.
Connotatively speaking, it’s even worse.
We exist in a society where thigh gaps, prominent collarbones and visible ribs are held, not as acceptable, not as okay, not as nice, not even as a goal, but as the standard for beauty. It’s in television, it’s in movies, it’s in literature, it’s on every billboard and on the cover of every magazine. It’s frozen improbably in the windows of the shops where we get our clothes. It teeters down runways and it sticks fingers down its throat to achieve.
She’s assuming that ‘fat’ is an insult because here, now, in the world in which we dwell, it almost exclusively is.
You do not have, nor should you ever have been lead to believe you have, the right to tell a woman she should just ‘walk away’ from such a negligently tossed reduction of her self-esteem to whether or not she’s fuckable by anyone’s standards.
‘i get insulted too so what you go through doesnt matter’
she’s not furious that not everybody finds her attractive, she’s furious that people think it is okay to yell insults at strangers, and anyone. did this person even watch the video?
Not the ones getting off on beating and abusing women, nope, definitively not the ones sexualizing rape, torture, oppression and slavery. Nu-uh, its the people with morals who are the worst. Pfft.
“morals”
Yeah I’m going to call this one a serious lack of empathy on your part.
YEAH SURE. The fuckface who defend sexualization and trivialization of abuse,slavery and rape isn’t the one lacking empathy or anything. Nah, Fouck outta here, you disgusting piece of shit. I can’t help that you get off on women’s abuse, can I? Don’t expect people with morals not to side-eye the fuck out of you for that, seriously.
Which is more apathetic? Consent, or vitriol?
…I’m going to have to quietly pop in here and say that the inability to separate consensual kinks- such as those ones held by people who indulge in mutually agreed-upon and similarly enjoyed sexual power play and roleplay situations which may represent limited or loss of consent (which I have been told can sometimes be cathartic or therapeutic to sufferers of ill treatment, as it reaffirms their sense of control over the traumatic scenario)- from violent intent to dehumanize is a very important part of recognizing who’s hurting others and who isn’t.
Some people are into sexual play involving humiliation, punishment, control, and the like, but the important part of it is that it’s still play, and it’s still consensual and can be put to a stop at any time by a partner if they grow uncomfortable with the proceedings.
Genuine acts of dehumanization and harm do not come with that grace and understanding, and any sexual element to them is usually rooted in exerting power over another human being, regardless of the act itself.
Being a good and moral human being is picking your goddamn battles: turn that rage on things that are actually hurting people and keep your nose out of other people’s bedrooms.
step one: hit rock bottom. collect the most jagged stones and press them as hard into your palm as you can.
step two: fuck strangers and snort a line and come home at 5am with a black eye and bruised knuckles. when your grandmother sneers say, “at least i come home”.
step three: pretend you don’t see the hurt on her face.
step four: fuck yourself over. you are a human train wreck. let yourself be. fuck yourself over. it’ll be the best thing that ever happens to you.
step five: when they release you from the hospital avoid the gazes of people you used to know. try not to think too hard.
step six: do it anyway.
step seven: snag another dead end job. tie your hair up and put on your happy face. ignore the itch underneath your skin ignore the ache in your bones ignore the idea that destruction is a creative urge.
step eight: when he looks away count the scars that you can see. when he doesnt know youre watching memorise the ones you usually cant. memorise the ones that wont heal or fade. when he leaves tonight you will feel all the stars fall from the sky. you will close your eyes like an eclipse and breathe out a sigh of sulfur.
step nine: don’t ignore the paranoia. don’t let yourself scream under the needle.
step ten: shred your heart and feed pieces of it to him. they can send you to the morgue without anything in your chest as long as he’s not broken. untangle the hair and caress him into calluses.
step eleven: think about midnight with him hung over your balcony a cigarette hanging from his lips. you’re leaning against the door frame and he’s staring at the stars like he’s looking for the answer to some unsolved cosmic question. you wish he would look at you instead.
step twelve: do not give in.
step thirteen: when he kisses you, kiss back for all you’re worth. grind your bones together until you’re one being and realise you couldn’t picture it any other way.
when you dream he’ll leave again remind yourself that you’re not psychic.
step fourteen: he will cut your hair and you’ll let him and you’ll whisper “i love you”s until both your voices are hoarse.
actually eyes do change color!! this is according to sun or light exposure it varies by age too and by what youre wearing or the lighting and it says white girl bc most non white people have brown eyes and only blue or green eyes are susceptible to these things :)
Did you just turn a sexist trash post and make it awesome with truth? Thank
