so i saw this chart on facebook and im—-
An eleven-year-old girl was raped by eighteen men. The suspects ranged in age from middle-schoolers to a 27-year-old. There are pictures and videos. Her life will never be the same. The New York Times, however, would like you to worry about those boys, who will have to live with this for the rest of their lives. That is not simply the careless language of violence. It is the criminal language of violence.
The Seagulls have the Phonebox
oh god it became self aware
it was always self aware
I remember when my sister was pregnant and couldn’t go out and do a bunch of stuff, and I got her addicted to this. She’d get mad at me if I watched it while she was asleep or at work. I really wish there were more seasons. :(
NORMALLY I WOULDNT EVEN POST SOMETHING LIKE THIS BUT LIKE JUST WATCH THIS SPIDER ROBOT DANCE OK
this is the PINNACLE of human creation
LOOK AT HIM GOOOOOOOOO
bOOGY DOWN LIL BABU
Did he just do the equivalent of a moon walk at the end?
The year I turned twelve, all the little girls were sent to a self defence class
just in case.
The first thing we were taught was how to get away.
The second was how to fight.
I can’t remember the first time hearing about rape
even though it’s been around longer than human history has been recorded
but I remember my classmate telling us about her uncle
and I remember watching, shocked stiff,
as her shoulders shook and her mouth broke around,
‘he wouldn’t stop.’
It was the first of too many stories I overheard
of girls getting ripped into.
(Last year, a girl told me about her first time at age 13
when she woke up from her debut with alcohol
and someone was inside her.)
We grow up with built-in warning signs:
Don’t lead them on.
Don’t show too much skin, lest you provoke them.
When walking to your car at night, hold your keys like weapons
and walk like you’re prepared to fight to the death
because so many girls have to be.
At the end of her time with us, our self defence teacher told us
what had happened to her when she was our age.
I remember being twelve and the hyper-aware kind of scared
the kind of scared you get when you’re on a school camp
and you hear a ghost story for the first time
and they end it with, ‘you’re next.’
I remember being twelve and looking around the class full of girls
and seeing some of them with a look like they already have their own version of her story.
'A Generation Of Girls Using Car Keys as Swords,' theappleppielifestyle. (via theappleppielifestyle)
I didn’t hear about rape until I was much older, but then, boys aren’t really taught about that. I was fortunate enough to have the kind of parents who explained objectification before thy even discussed sex. I definitely didn’t have any kind of institutionalized classroom discussions about any of it. That didn’t exist in the George H W Bush era.
I also can’t remember the first time I heard about rape, but I do know that I was so curious and interested in sex from a young age that the concept of rape didn’t start out as heavy as it is to me know. Meaning, I wanted to know what sex was so badly that the idea of not wanting it but being forced to was totally foreign to me. At least until my middle school friend, who was pretty severely mentally ill, started telling me and my mom about what her father used to do to her starting when she was 3.
Body Positivity for the win.
9 out of 16 are WoC from 9 different nationalities - Spanish, Native American, Middle Eastern, Greek, Hawaiian, South African, Indian, African-American and Chinese.
Even the “white” people don’t all come from the same place - French, Irish, American, Scottish, German, and English.
I’m really sorry if I left out YOUR nationality or YOUR body type, but if I kept going to include every single possible woman in the world I’d never have time for sleep or school work.
holy crap you got everyone
I really like this, i started at the beginning in closeup, and every time i clicked there was something new and towards the end, i was seeing bodies id never seen represented
yea this is seriously great! i hereby dub it the most beautifully inclusive actual representation of body positivity i’ve seen illustrated yet.