thededfa:

higgsboshark:

rvnoir:

Wearing men’s deodorant and watching the straight girls I work with faces’ become Confused and Attracted because I smell like a Hot Guy™ (their words) is a bisexual power move and you can’t tell me otherwise.

Plus, for the first couple of days you also feel constantly Confused and Attracted and where is the Hot Guy™? And then you realize that the Hot Guy™ was you all along.

Use men’s shampoo and you’ll have girls sniffing your hair and then blushing too.

thededfa:

I think it’s funny when people praise me for being accommodating. Like, I know there’s a lot of dicks out there, but it’s next to no effort to have almond milk and a loaf of gluten free bread, not cook with beans, and to not burn scented candles when my sisters visit. One has migraines, one is lactose intolerant and can’t have gluten, and one has gall bladder issues that means she can’t eat beans.

It takes maybe a second to accommodate them but means the world to them. And I guess, I just know how simple it is to make things easier on people. A simple, “hey, any dietary restrictions or allergies I should know about before I cook?”

Cuz let me tell you, I’ve been invited over for dinner and had to sit there and watch everyone eat because they didn’t have anything I could have and it SUCKED and hell will freeze over before I make my nesprings or siblings have to experience the same under my roof

iamthemagpie:

kiwianaroha:

prochoice-or-gtfo:

motherbychoice:

Nah

Mood.
-V

This reminds me of a party I went to last year. I was standing with some friends, chatting, and someone said something that indirectly implied that sexism exists. Some trivial recounting of the basic facts of daily life for most women. Something so mild, so uncontroversial, so mundane that I don’t even remember what it was. 

Suddenly, this man standing on the outskirts of our conversational circle piped up with “actually, I think men are more discriminated against than women these days.”

 All conversation died.

I turned to look at him and he had this smug, insufferable grin on his face, relishing this moment, expecting us to waste our time and energy refuting this ridiculous thing he had just said.

The Devil’s Advocate was among us.

And, in my mind, I saw the next 15+ minutes playing out. The parade of facts and statistics in a vain attempt to defend ourselves, our gender, and to prove that misogyny is real. The glib, snide denials from some shithead who is getting off on our pain and frustration. The Gish Gallop of bullshit that would take a whole evening to properly dismantle. It was depressing and overwhelming. I hated it. I had to kill it before it began.

So I looked him dead in the eye and I said “OK,“ shrugged, and just walked away. 

Nothing I have ever said to another human being has ever been so crushing. As I walked away, I watched the smug grin vanish and confusion and anxiety set in. The rest of the group turned their backs to him and carried on as if he had never spoken – as if he was invisible. He was still staring at me when I walked over to another friend and told her what he had said. I pointed him out for her and made direct eye contact with him while we both laughed.

tl;dr: Don’t feed the troll. Let it perish, cold and hungry, in the wasteland of your indifference. It is weak and you are strong. Live your best life.

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