All will gaze upon me and know my power.
I am supposedly this really aggressive girl. Supposedly I am uber aggressive and demanding, however all I do, is assert myself. Assert myself in situations where I am being treated poorly or with disrespect. Supposedly expecting an ounce of respect and human decency is aggression. Demanding to not be yelled at, abused verbally, touched by people and treated as a moron is aggression.
What happens when women are really aggressive? What happens when we actually flip tables for no reason and punch men in the crouch. What happens when we scream bloody murder for someone accidentally touching us. What happens when women actually are unprovoked and abuse everyone in their sphere. Well then women are crazy.
So either we are are crazy or aggressive, we are hysterical or we are bitches. We are never just assertive or rational. We couldn’t be, because acknowledging our need to assert ourselves, as women, means misogyny needs to be acknowledged in your behavior.—Angelene Norman (via foxgrl)
I was wondering where this surge of new followers came from. But scrolling through my dash I now realize it was because of my sweet darling’s (pinch-of-sugar) answer to an ask. Lol.
Go ahead and reach out if it compels you.
I love connecting to you girls!
Maggie McNeal, commenting on Chicago Tribune article. (via slutwalksac)
I like to say that if I buy a house and decide to invite guests over, does that mean that I just sold my house? No, it’s still my house and nobody but me owns it. I did not sell it, I only hosted a party with an entrance fee.
So many people. O.O
But damn I’m sitting with a French father and his beautiful son so the view isn’t so bad.
Debating on practicing my very basic French with them.
Il favoloso mondo di Amelie
One of my other favorites. I don’t typically like romance films either.
But this one is so beautiful.
It inspired me to learn ‘Comptine d’un autre ete’ on guitar.
Should I take it and dip out?
The things I do for vanity. My God.
I would have laughed in your face if you told me I’d be doing this last year.
Sigh. How things have changed.