- Superman: kryptonite
- Martian Manhunter: fire
- Wonder Woman: none, flawless
- Green Lantern: yellow crayons
- Aquaman: dehydration
- Flash: starvation (less than 25 hot dogs)
- Batman: Alfred Pennyworth
Stokely Carmichael (Kwame Ture) on MLK, the US and nonviolent resistance
On a scale of 1-10 how uncomfortable does this make you
That was the most informative thing I have ever been told by a duck
And I have been told a lot of things by ducks.
so. many. things.
(Source: jape-art, via lgbtlaughs)
sometimes one, sometimes the other
photos by mineapostasy
No, not at all. Not one bit. Nope.
Let’s differentiate between rape and sex, shall we? So sorry that we even have to…
The signs these women are holding say “Let’s fuck”. For those of you who aren’t sure what that means *cough we-hate-feminists cough*, it means “let’s have sex”. So if these women are out on the town, blowing off steam and want to have sex, does that mean it’s okay to rape them? When a woman is horny or desiring to have sexual relationships with someone are we to presume she has not say in the matter? Are we saying, “She wants sex, so sexual assault is a fair trade, because it has the word sex in it?”
Should we be concerned that some people *cough we-hate-feminists cough* think women desiring sex should have their autonomy, their dignity, their identity, their humanity stripped away from them? I think we should be.. I am. It’s not a joke it’s real life. It’s my life.
Where do we draw the line? When does a woman begin to “ask for it”?
I was raped as a child. Was it my fault? I was also raped as an adult. Was that my fault?
Making women fair game, a sport, prey is beyond fucked up. Rape is not about sex, and rape is not sex. It is about power, and it is a cowardly, inhumane, horrific way to steal someone’s life, to make them question everything they ever thought they knew.
Wanting to have sex =/= wanting to be raped.
I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.
I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.
I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning. —
I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. (via gingerrqueer)
Read the rest of this article - it’s perfect.(via provoice)
Despite its name, the maned wolf is not a wolf at all, nor is it a fox, coyote, or dog. It is the only member of the Chrysocyon genus, making it a truly unique animal, not closely related to any other living canid. One hypothesis for this is that the maned wolf is the last surviving species of the Pleistocene Extinction, which wiped out all other large canids from the continent.