Story of my life…
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“What’s the worst thing you can call a woman? Don’t hold back, now. You’re probably thinking of words like slut, whore, bitch, cunt (I told you not to hold back!), skank. Okay, now, what are the worst things you can call a guy? Fag, girl, bitch, pussy. I’ve even heard the term ‘mangina.’ Notice anything? The worst thing you can call a girl is a girl. The worst thing you can call a guy is a girl. Being a woman is the ultimate insult. Now tell me that’s not royally fucked up.”
Full frontal feminism: a young women’s guide to why feminism matters
By Jessica Valenti
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This is why I make sure to empower my female students. This is, pardon the language, complete and utter bullshit.
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You tried to leave us at the zoo.
This is the kinda thing that makes my uterus smile.
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Kickass Cover of the Day: Calling themselves Bon Joviver, the guys from Miracles of Modern Science give Bon Jovi’s “You Give Love a Bad Name” a good Bon Iver-esque sendup.
They should cover every song. Ever.
President Obama yelling at Presidential Candidates after they do nothing to stop the booing of gay soldiers.
GObama!
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Today, I worked out for the first time in a good six months.
I also had a whiskey sour and smoked.
My Life: It makes sense.
This…
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My husband looks like a hotter version of Ewan…
Ain’t I lucky?
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This should be its own blog: kittens from below.
I’d follow that.
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“Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverance.”
“It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.”
Prior to the wedding, you gather a strong wooden wine box, a bottle of wine and two glasses. Then, also before the ceremony, you both sit down separately and write love notes to each other, explaining your feelings on the eve of your wedding day. Each letter then gets sealed in its own envelope. You do not read your beau’s letter.
Then, at some point during the ceremony, your officiant explains the process, and the two of you seal the box by taking turns hammering in one nail at a time until the box is closed.
You don’t open the box until your 10th anniversary (or really whatever anniversary you choose. Either way, on the day that you open the box, you both read the letters and drink the wine, remembering how you both felt just days before your wedding day.
SO going to do this.
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I make this face!
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