wouldnt it be cool to just like not feel nervous about everything all the time
identical twins have so much power tbh last year my lab partner steve came in with pierced ears and everyone was like whoa steve when did u get them pierced and he was like i’ve had them for 3 years. i’m not steve. and he just sat down and started taking notes. the next day steve came in and was like did u guys see my brother jake yesterday lmao we switched schools
There ARE ACTUAL REAL MEN OUT THERE??!
THAT RESPECT WOMEN?
THAT ACCEPT “no” FOR AN ANSWER?
Quick, reblog this everywhere so we can learn and grow as a species!
the fact that this is shocking is saddening.
Me (via roarkshop)
Damn! Damn! DAMN!!! Oh my gosh!
what ableism is
- actively making fun of disabled people
- deliberately triggering someone’s mental illnesses (such as doing something to mess with their ocd, or trying to trigger a mood swing if they’re bipolar, trying to trigger a breakdown if they have anxiety issues)
- asking a disabled person to do something they obviously can’t for the sake of humor and cheap laughs
- using them as the butt of a joke
what ableism isn’t
- a teenager calling someone on the internet stupid
"By stripping, you’ve taken the easy way out!"
In that case, I challenge you to enter a room full of men and separate them from your rent. Tonight. Within eight hours. Remember—strippers don’t get paychecks, and every dime you make must be personally hustled.
I challenge you to make this money while being only one among dozens of other attractive women hustling for the exact same dollars.
I challenge you to have the same charming conversation eighty times over the course of eight hours with increasingly drunk and nasty customers.
I challenge you to make yourself seem like eighty different men’s exact fantasy eighty different times in eight hours at $10 a pop.
I challenge you to work in a field where your very body is the product you sell, and yet still keep a loving self-image (among other things, I was recently told that my breasts are not “real breasts” because they are “small and ugly”).
I challenge you to listen to such misogynistic venom throughout the night that you find yourself clutching your steering wheel on the four a.m. drive home sputtering ” fuck you, fuck you” to the silent darkness of the night.
I challenge you to understand that, even though you’re socking away money so your family can have a better future—when the world finds out what you do, you are to them only a “bad mother,” a “bad wife.”
I challenge you to be a “dumb slut” in the eyes of the world when your heart is beating with brilliance and art.
"Taking the easy way out," huh?
I challenge you to be a stripper.