smavocado:

Male realizations.

chrisnerdwick:

So I’m reading this article on Cracked about woman roles being practically demoted from original book to movie/show and

I read in a few places that Steven Moffat was, like, sexist or had some problem with how he used female characters? Well, I’m just gonna put this here……..

ruthlessamor:

ayellowbirds:

punishandenslavesuckers:

There is a real actual Spiderman comic where he pretends this is his power and the bad guys drop their weapons and give up. XD And it makes me happy. 

Here it is:

No one can ever say spiderman is not the best superhero of all time.

No one.

ishanijasmin:

The commodification of culture is ‘you can wear it, but I can’t’. 

Cultural appropriation is the same - ‘You can wear it, but I can’t!’ cries the white person as they drench themselves in henna, superglue a bindi to their forehead, and refuse to brush their hair for weeks on end.

Growing up, I was surrounded by white kids. They said I smelled dirty every time I got back from visiting my family, or when I went to school the morning after my mother had made a particularly strong curry. They complained to their parents, who complained to their teacher, who complained to my parents, who gently told me that I spilled rice on the table at lunch time. Thus the switch to white bread and red meat began - bleaching myself from the inside out. School meals fucking sucked. I was banned from using my tastebuds for years.

Every time I went to Delhi, I would leave with henna on my hands - my mother would take me to the market in a rickshaw and we’d sit there for half an hour while some stranger drew these beautiful things all over me, and I would watch him, fascinated, on a stool before me, his legs splayed out. We’d hand him a few coins and be on our way, and she’d stop for panipuri on the way home. I’d be careful not to wipe my hands on the rickshaw rail, careful not to wipe my hands on anything . I’d smell the traces of India on my clothes, and washing them the evening I got home would always be a little sad.

‘You can wear it, but I can’t.' 

Kids ran away from me at school like I was poison ivy. Convinced that I would give them a horrible disease, or if I didn’t, I probably smelled anyway so there was no reason to go within a thirty foot proximity of me. Their parents would encourage them - instating bans on ever ending up at my house when they saw my mother pick me up in the playground with a bindi on her forehead one day, when they heard my father’s strong accent. Like they’d have wanted to go to my house anyway.

'You can wear it, but I can’t.’

Funnily, I can’t wear it. I can’t wear the sari, the lengha or the bindi, even now, without someone looking me up and down with disgust. ‘Get out of our country’; ‘dothead’; ‘Paki’; ‘lousy immigrants, running our healthcare systems to lock us out’; it’s all the same to me. 

'But it’s cool to wear it at Coachella, right? At the party next week? I saw Madonna doing it, it’s completely in right now.’ And if I say no, I’m the bad guy, and it’s people like me that are keeping the stereotype of Indian people alive - they’re all freshies, they don’t belong here and they’re just, like, so intrusive. What’s with them taking all our jobs? Why is there one behind every corner shop counter and on every call centre line? Why are all the doctors in my local hospital brown, yet the receptionist is white? Seems like some kind of supremacy, right?

Thus the commodification of my culture continues. I watch crystal bindis being marked up to be sold in Forever21 and Topshop when I can buy them on the street in Delhi for a tenth of the cost. I see girls I knew in primary school plaster Friday night pictures of them in their bodycon dress and their bindi spot with a mixer in their hand all over my news feed, and I know that this is how it is -

'You can wear it, but I can’t.’

I have somehow been locked out of a culture that I want to be proud of; I am rejected as the fresh off the boat immigrant who’s going to give everyone a disease with their dirty hands. On me it’s dirt, worthy of a slur in my direction and an inside joke with the next white person you see - but on you, it’s chic. It’s cheerful and oh-so-boho-indie-pastel-pale-cute.

You point with your left hand, and painstakingly apply your bindi spot with the right. Then you forget about it, because you can afford to, and adjust your sari in the mirror with both.

crown-of-weeds:

penroseparticle:

themaidofdishonor:

pax-et-triumphus:

Regardless of whether you watch Scandal or not, everyone needs to watch this and see Lisa Kudrow fucking nail her scene exploiting misogyny and sexism.

I’m pretty sure that just changed my life.

fucking annihilated

Don’t interrupt me when I’m speaking.

equius:

ftspence:

sammiesmalls666:

ulf-hreda:

sammiesmalls666:

tmedia:

sammiesmalls666:

beardlyfe:

drumrbaxj:

straighter:

little-ginger-bush:

Too powerful to not reblog.

how about calling her mother from her phone and watching her till she came to pick her up instead of picking up an unconscious girl throwing her in your car and driving to the “address you found in her phone (yet I’ve never in my life heard of someone keeping an address in their phone?)”

also how about not making up stories for yikyak

Good point. I didn’t even realise this when I first read it, that taking her home is still kind of creepy.

Just like tumblr, someone goes out of their way to do something nice and gets bashed for it.

1. Anyone that thinks this person really did this needs to ask themselves how they found their address in their phone or why they were going through their phone in the first place with the intention of finding their address when.. No one saves their own address in their phone.. Especially not a female that spends her whole life going out of her way to not get followed

The only way they could have then found her address is to go through all of her text messages looking for a text where she may have given her address to a friend..

At this point.. Already fucking creepy

2. After doing all of that work, they then put a female into their car that did not know them..without their permission

3. Wouldn’t it have been way easier to search contacts for “mom” or “dad” and call them to pick her up??
Yes.

So 4. This story is either completely made up or

5. They were not being honest at all about their intentions for finding this poor girl’s address and putting her into their car

Can I play devil’s advocate here? The lock screen on my phone has my address and work phone number on it. This is in case I lose the phone somewhere - people can’t unlock it, but they can still contact me. Also, in my address book, the very first entry is mine and is labelled “My Profile” and it also has my address and contact info.

Can we please not be so jaded to think that maybe, just maybe, something mostly good was done here?

But Joe… You’re a male.
A smart female does not put her address on the lock screen of her phone because she does not want someone that would be willing to steal a phone.. To also have her home address as well

Women and men treat these situations very differently because we’re raised in the defense mode our entire lives.

How about we all just be happy that someone did a nice thing instead of looking for something else to get upset about.  Holy crap, people.  Even after a guy stands up and does the right thing, someone has to call him out on his ‘intentions.’  No good deed goes unpunished…

you really missed the point didn’t you

This dude probably didn’t expect her mom to be home.

hello tumblr. i am the person who posted that yak 3 days ago after i went to a party with some friends. let me tell you what happened so you can stop spinning tales about what you believe happened, because all of you are honestly way out of the ballpark. leave it to tumblr to assume the worst and attack people for literally everything.

i had been at this place for about 2 hours or so. i usually don’t like going out, especially to parties, but my friend sam was going to be there and she told me that there was going to be some craft beer and locally-made cheese, stuff like that. she and i went to culinary school together, so we’re always talking about stuff like this. i agreed to go just for the food and shit.

anyway, sam and my other friend brian eventually had to leave because of home obligations, but i stuck around to watch a bunch of half-drunk people play sm4sh. eventually, the party began to break up and everyone was leaving. i was getting my coat from the hallway when i noticed this chick propped up against the wall in the bathroom. i went in there to check on her and she was mildly receptive to me. she mumbled a few things but i couldn’t tell what she was saying. i asked the owner of the house if he knew her, and he said no, but he said that she ‘was always welcome to sleep upstairs after everyone was gone until she woke up’ and that just didn’t sound right to me. i told him that i’d drive her home and he just sort of laughed and made mild insinuations that i’d be doing something else. 

i picked up her phone to see if i could call her mom first, before i decided to drive anywhere with her. her phone, like mine, isn’t passcoded. i don’t use a passcode on my phone because i’m a lazy piece of shit. i don’t know why her’s wasn’t either. i went through her contacts looking for ‘mom’ or anything related to it, but i was unable to find her mom or any people in there with family-oriented titles. i guessed that her phone, like mine, was synced with her facebook, and all of her contacts had their facebook names instead of contact names. however, at the top, she had her own contact info, along with her address. i tried then searching for people with her last name, but pulled up nothing. i could then only assume that she didn’t have family, or that she was an only child with remarried parents. i didn’t know what to do then.

the house owner was looking a little irritated that i was still there, and again asked me if i wanted to take her upstairs, and i refused. feeling slightly worried for both her and myself, i just patted her face and asked her if i could drive her home. she just slurred and rolled her head to the side, and that was as good as i was going to get. i just wanted to get her out of there. i didn’t want to call the police and start something with the home owner; he was already getting pissy. her address was only about 20 minutes away from where i was at, so i carried her out to my car, put all my junk in the front seat and laid her in the back, putting my coat and stuff under her head in case she threw up. 

and i drove to her house. she didn’t wake up while i was driving. i parked in front of her house and knocked on the front door. her mom answered it right away; i could only assume that she’d been waiting up for her daughter. 

i then explained that her daughter had a little too much to drink and i’d found her passed out in the bathroom. immediately her mother put a hand to her mouth and looked incredibly worried. i told her that everything was fine, and that her daughter was in my car resting in the backseat, and that i had brought her back because i didn’t feel comfortable leaving her at the house.

it was then that her mother started crying and she hugged me. she called me a precious young lady, which i didn’t even bother correcting because it really didn’t matter at that point, and we both helped her daughter inside. her mom tried to offer me money, which i refused, because i don’t see why i needed to be rewarded or anything. i just told her to make sure that her daughter was okay, and i drove home. no more, no less.

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this is exactly what happens when people on tumblr see something good that happened. you guys assume that because an implored male posted that yak, that he immediately had wrong intentions about the situation. someone had the opportunity to take advantage of a girl, but instead he takes her home like any decent human should do, and then tumblr decides to dissect the entire thing piece by piece, and call him creepy for looking through her phone to find contacts or an address.

i’m so fucking ashamed to be a part of a website that lives and breathes feminism and rights for women and speaking out against rape culture, and then you attack people that tried to get a girl home safe by looking through her phone and then driving her home because it wasn’t safe to leave her alone.

thank you, tumblr. thank you a lot