lesbolution:

reblog if u remember when apple was a FRUIT, kids played OUTSIDE not on their ipads, and decomposing VICTIMS of the BUBONIC plague LITTERED the STREETS


ajax-daughter-of-telamon:

socialworkgradstudents:

escapist-paradise-seeker:

theonewholovesbooks:

thatfilthyanimal:

fawnthefeminist:

Young women are having difficulty accessing tubal ligation, despite it being a relatively safe (death rate is 1-2 per 100,000) and elective surgery.

There is a waiting period of 30 days for women seeking tubal ligation, yet no waiting period for men seeking vasectomies. 

(Source)

Young women are often discriminated against when seeking sterilization. Many doctors ask offensive questions (“What if you met a billionaire who wanted to have kids with you?”), state categorically that their patients are too young to consider the surgery, and generally act as though, as one woman who tried unsuccessfully to be sterilized at the age of 21 in the U.K. put it, ”just because I was a woman, I’d reach a point where an urge to breed would overcome all rational thought.” (Perhaps unsurprisingly, that woman’s 25-year-old husband faced no such presumptions when he asked his doctor for a vasectomy. The procedure was quickly approved.)

(Source)

Say that at 18 I slap down enough money so I could have my whole body covered head-to-toe in tattoos, piercings all over myself, a mountain of cigarettes, plastic surgery, and plan to have like 20 babies… but if I try at all to safely make it impossible for me to breed for the sake of my health suddenly its like WOAH THERE SLOW DOWN MISSY YOU’RE NOT READY FOR THIS KIND OF COMMITMENT YET

I have stage III Endometriosis, which means I have to get my uterus removed because I literally have terrible cramps ALL THE TIME and not just when I’m on my period. Now, I’ve always said I don’t want any children for personal reasons and I don’t need my uterus, really. I am not worried about that surgery and I don’t feel any kind of nostalgia over an organ I won’t ever use. 

The thing is, my doctor is a ‘man’. This ‘man’ told me I had to get pregnant right now before it’s too late. I told him I didn’t want to get pregnant and explained the multiple reasons but what, do you ask, did my doctor have to say about this? 'Well, better have a kid now because just imagine how depressing it must be being a thirty-something woman without children and a husband?'

I was diagnosed a year ago. I should have gone through surgery six months ago and I still can’t find a doctor that will perform the surgery without trying to force me to have children first. Basically, if you’re a woman you don’t have a say in what can and cannot be done to your body without a shitload of people getting in the way AND I’M FUCKING SICK OF IT.

I have a friend that doesn’t want to raise kids, but she wants to have one because she feels that it’s a life experience she wants to be able to say she did, and every time she tells someone she doesn’t want to be a mom, they give her this condescending look and insist she’ll “change her mind later” and it’s literally the most ridiculously stupid fucking thing. And hell even if she DID changer her mind, even if you did, which you clearly won’t, there’s no reason to deny surgery on those grounds because hello, ADOPTION is a thing if you suddenly decide you wanna be a mom. This is just 100% bullshit and a way to guilt women into being moms when they don’t want to be and taking away their body autonomy and it NEEDS TO STOP

The inability to get a tubal litigation is a problem of people with privilege (that’s not a dismissal of the fact that it is a problem, it just affects a certain demographic). The flipside to this story is people without privilege who are not allowed to say no to a tubal litigation. The patriarchy forces motherhood on some, but colonialism, white supremacy, ableism, transphobia, and homophobia actively denies it to others.

When articles like this fail to note that “young women” isn’t a generalizable, all-encompassing group of people with a shared experience of inaccessible tubal litigations, those who are at risk for forced sterilization get the message loud and clear: feminist-informed reproductive justice is not concerned with you and your problems.

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Reblogged again for last commentary.


cherry-sailor:

gemini-sonic:

yolucas:

SERIOUS TALK: 

Okay idk if you guys have heard about this yet so I’m going to inform you about what’s going on because it’s really serious and I think everyone needs to know about this. So basically there are some sick fucking people now who have started taping and gluing razor blades around children’s parks (and on the handles of gas pumps) and placing them strategically so children get hurt. They tape them to the handles of monkey bars (so the children’s hands get sliced open), they tape them inside of slides (i think you can imagine what will happen there) and just everywhere around the playgrounds with a sick intention of hurting young kids. I know this has literally nothing to do with my blog but I take my younger cousin to the park almost every day in the summer, and I can’t imagine what I’d do if he went down a slide rigged with razor blades. So pleaspleaseplease reblog this, I think people need to see it so they can be more careful, I don’t want little kids possibly seriously hurting themselves.

Spreading this like wildfire!

I normally don’t reblog stuff like this, but I’ve got three little brother I’ve got to look out for.


playboydreamz:

I almost forgot…..Nevada State Senator Kelvin Atkinson comes out as a black gay man today

 


bigmetalflame:

the-tommohawk:

getsnarly:

can’t reblog this fast enough.

THANK YOU

Fucking hate this shit.


carry-on-my-otp:

boazpriestly:

onemoremistake:

If you could cast a current fashion into Purgatory…

Maybe sagging. Yeah, pull your pants up, guys. Really. You got a belt. Use it. It’s unnecessary. We don’t need to see what boxers you’re wearing. [x]

#JENSEN IS ACTUALLY EVERYBODY’S DAD #IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY

and thus the world’s greatest dilf


bilbotheunicorn:

In Depth Viewing of the TFiOS Trailer

it will forever stand for Hank Green in my mind.


A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eight years old, she’s got pink cheeks that her grandmother calls chubby. She wants a second cookie but her aunt says “you’ll get huge if you keep eating.” She wants a dress and the woman in the changing room says “she’ll probably need a large in that.” She wants to have dessert and her waiter says “After all that dinner you just had? You must be really hungry!” and her parents laugh.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eleven and she is picked second-to-last in gym class. She watches a cartoon and sees that everyone who is annoying is drawn with a big wide body, all sweaty and panting. At night she dreams she is swelling like the ocean over seabeds. When she wakes up, she skips school.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is thirteen and her friends are stick-thin ballerinas with valleys between their hipbones. She is instead developing the wide curves of her mother. She says she is thick but her friends argue that she’s “muscular” and for some reason this hurts worse than just admitting that she jiggles when she walks and she’ll never be a dancer. Eating seconds of anything feels like she’s breaking some unspoken rule. The word “indulgent” starts to go along with “food.”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fourteen and she has stopped drinking soda and juice because they bloat you. She always takes the stairs. She fidgets when she has to sit still. Whenever she goes out for ice cream, she leaves half at the bottom - but someone else always leaves more and she feels like she’s falling. She pretends to like salad more than she does. She feels eyes burrowing through her body while she eats lunch. Kate Moss tells her nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, but she just feels like she is wilting.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fifteen the first time her father says “you’re getting gaunt.” She rolls her eyes. She eats one meal a day but thinks she stays the same size. Every time she picks up a brownie she thinks of the people she sees on t.v. and every time she has cake, she thinks of the one million magazine articles on restricting calories. She used to have no idea a flat stomach was supposed to be beautiful until she saw advice on how to achieve it. She cuts back on everything. She controls. They tell her she’s getting too thin but she doesn’t believe it.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is sixteen and tearing herself into shreds in order for a thigh gap big enough to hush the screams in her head. She doesn’t “indulge,” ever. She can’t go out with friends, they expect her to eat. She damns her sweet tooth directly to hell. It’s coffee for breakfast and tea for lunch and if there’s dance that evening, two cups of water and then maybe an apple. She lies all the time until she thinks the words will rot her teeth. She dreams about food when she sleeps. Her aunt begs her to eat anything, even just a small cookie. They say, “One bite won’t make you fat, will it, darling?”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is seventeen and too sick to go to prom because she can’t stand up for very long. She thinks she wouldn’t look good in a dress anyway. Her nails are blue and not because they are painted. Her hair is too thin to do anything with. She’s tired all the time and always distracted. She once absently mentions the caloric value of grapes to the boy she is with and he looks at her like she’s gone insane and in that moment she realizes most people don’t have numbers constantly scrolling in their heads. She swallows hard and tries to figure out where it all went wrong, why more than a granola bar for a meal makes her feel sick, why she tastes disease and courts with death. She misses sleep. She misses being able to dream. She misses being herself instead of just being empty.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is twenty and writes poetry and is a healthy weight and still fights down the voices every single day. She puts food in her mouth and sometimes cries about it but more and more often feels good, feels balanced. Her cheeks are pink and they are chubby and soft and no longer growing slight fur. Her hair is long and it is beautiful. She still picks herself apart in the mirror, but she’s starting to get better about it. She wears the dress she likes even if it only fits her in a large and she doesn’t feel like a failure for it. She is falling in love with the fat on her hips.

She is eating out with friends and not worrying about finding the lowest calorie item on the menu when she hears a mother tell her four year old daughter “You can’t have ice cream, we just had dinner.
You don’t want to end up as a fat little girl.”

Why do we constantly do this to our children? /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

Seriously though, why? My dad fucking was getting picky about me eating an apple once. AN APPLE. I’m honest to god shocked I don’t have an eating disorder. What the fuck is wrong with people and how they treat their kids??

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carry-on-my-wayward-nun:

Dean’s reactions in 8x20 and 8x07

the difference between friendship and romance

Perfect post is perfect



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