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21 Jun 14 at 3 am

thatsobeyonce:

258punkweight:

babushka-nipples:

feminismisatrick:

misanthrpologie:

Saving Face (2012), acid attacks on women in Pakistan

Meanwhile, in America, feminists are complaining about how dress codes are oppressive.

You idiots have never experienced oppression, and pray you never do, because this is what it looks like.

Ugh

I know I claimed I’d never talk about hot topics here, but this needs to be seen if you have any compassion at all.

Both are forms of oppression just one is of less severity, what’s sad is that they don’t realize this and appreciate what we have in our country

This is terrible and really sad and disheartening.

Yet in response to the above comments, I would like to say that perspective is important yes, but what is lost in the comparison between places?

Women (marginalized people) suffer everywhere, and they suffer differently, that difference has to be understood and unpacked while retaining/maintaining the common denominator of women (which we may expand to poc ,disabled, poor people, lgbtqa,ANY marginilized group) suffering and/or oppressed by respecting that difference yet moving forward in solidarity.

Setting up binaries, between the west and the awful rest, hurt everyone.

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tags: thoughts 
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23 Sep 13 at 11 pm
tags: personal  thoughts 

>So instead of reading about colonial Chilean art (blech) I am watching a BBC documentary called Inside the Saudi Kingdom -from what I’ve read before on this country it’s a super interesting, complex, transitioning state. 

As far as the international relations world goes, it would be easy to study the Middle East and help the government continue certain scare tactics or (hopefully, ultimately stop continued Islamophobia, rather acknowledge our Islamophobic society, deconstruct how and why that is, it’s power relations and such) but also from the Women & Gender Studies side, my feminist side, again I think it is easy to sit back from a western woman’s perspective and think simply how this conservative society oppresses women,

but I can’t do that. I won’t do that. 

Obviously this society is much different from ours, from my own.
I’m just sitting here marveling at how SIMPLE and how EASY it would be to say “Oh, they’re backwards.” or “Oh, they’re horrible oppressive people.” or whatever. Not only easy, but simple and ignorant to say or think those things. 

I still think we as a society don’t take mental health into enough consideration because we place too much emphasis on friends, and having friends to talk to, these makeshift therapeutic sessions important to both sexes are necessary for helping each other, for alleviating stress.

Humans are social creatures. But where we mess up is confiding in the wrong people, or people who just don’t know how to handle it because they also have confided in the wrong people before them..and I think we hurt each other this way. 

Then we do the next best thing, we cover up the hurt and we lie to ourselves and everyone else by pretending and performing to be okay. I think it’s a vicious cycle that plagues most everyone, and the only way to stop us from hurting each other, is to finally be courageous enough for one another to stand up and say “I’m not going to say what you expect me to say because it’s a lie and I am not okay.” When one person has strength enough to do this, you might inspire someone else too as well. We need to be there for one another, we need to remember we’re all we’ve got.   

other love thoughts

  • love is easy, you know when it happens. 
  • love is deciding whether or not you want to continue with someone, even if the choice is to not 
  • love is respect 

I am like you, in fact, I am you.

I fall in love with strangers, 
I take the day for granted,
I have odd habits and peculiar observances, 
I wish I didn’t to the things that I did,
I regret the things that I do,

Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, 
so lost I forget you,
I forget all of you, that I am so identical to. 

I hope you remember me, remember that
I am like you.

We are the same.
We are people. 

And because we are the same, remember that,
I love you.
And because I love you, remember that,
I shall try not to forget you,
And because I’ll remember you, remember that,
I will not leave you bereft and alone.

Remember that. 
Remember me.  

What if I told you that you didn’t need a reason to talk to me?
That you don’t need to have something going on that day, that any and every thought was valid in my book. Because that’s how it is, I don’t care for it to have a point, anything is interesting and exciting and okay with me because you make it that way. Just to know that you thought of me, and that I was worthy and respected enough to be entrusted with any thought of yours is enough to make me smile and keep me going.. 

stream of conscious post. go. 

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I feel like Twitter is the home base of misogynistic privileged douchebags who hide behind the 140 character limit to make condescending ignorant remarks concerning politics or society or how women should be in the kitchen making sandwiches or how Republican women are better looking than Democratic women or complaining about having to press one for English and so on and so forth. 

Meanwhile, Tumblr is the safe haven for everyone who recognizes these ridiculous arguments and can argue against them and back it up with factual information and aren’t afraid to take up some paragraphs to do so. 

Long story short, people piss me off and this is my frustration in scattered phrases.

I used to think it was a weakness, caring about one’s physical appearance, interpreting the way others looked as an internalized pressure on our selves to look “better”. However, now I don’t think of it that way. The definition of self consciousness is to be self aware, and insecurity well you know means to not be secure in oneself. It’s natural to be self conscious or insecure on one’s appearance or looks or weight or hair or skin color, and sure we care, but this is something that cannot be shaken all of the time.

The degrees in which this affects (effects?) us depends on the individual,
and there is no shame in that. 

So those tall lean boys with the gnarly tattoos and piercings I’d date.

I mean, I don’t look or act like I would date them,
but then again, what does that even mean?

attheapex:

Why? Why we do the things we do? We go through this monotonous daily routine; just going through the motions; we wonder then, why we feel like there’s no point to anything we do.

We want to live. To experience life. And then we just don’t. We ultimately chose the path of monotony.

We don’t know how to chose adventure. And it disheartens me, because we never will.

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14 Sep 11 at 7 pm

I don’t know where this is from but, this reminds me of what we did today in my Human Rights & Global Affairs class which you might be getting tired of hearing about. We split up into different groups, Western public, African Union, U.S. Government, Kenyan Government and other groups who were in charge of fundraising for the famine in Somalia.

The point of the activity was to figure out how to provide immediate aid to Somalia, obviously. Except it was also about how to do so diplomatically. It was so hard, and all I could do was wonder how and why I want to be apart of the U.N, UNICEF, Red Cross and organizations like that when its so hard to move. So complicated, when it comes to Somalia you have to deal with Al Shabab whether you like it or not, and there are repercussions with trying to deal with an Al-Qaeda affiliated group, but they control supply lines and movement and are militarized and often take the money, and the aid for themselves.

The world is not as easy a place to live in as we think.  

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I don’t know where this is from but, this reminds me of what we did today in my Human Rights & Global Affairs class which you might be getting tired of hearing about. We split up into different groups, Western public, African Union, U.S. Government, Kenyan Government and other groups who were in charge of fundraising for the famine in Somalia.
The point of the activity was to figure out how to provide immediate aid to Somalia, obviously. Except it was also about how to do so diplomatically. It was so hard, and all I could do was wonder how and why I want to be apart of the U.N, UNICEF, Red Cross and organizations like that when its so hard to move. So complicated, when it comes to Somalia you have to deal with Al Shabab whether you like it or not, and there are repercussions with trying to deal with an Al-Qaeda affiliated group, but they control supply lines and movement and are militarized and often take the money, and the aid for themselves.
The world is not as easy a place to live in as we think.  
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12 Sep 11 at 4 pm
tags: Dang  thinkin  thoughts  personal 

Sometimes I wish I could study human behavior, strictly the lessons/complications/misgivings/etc. of love. It truly is interesting what is important to people, and what factors went into this sort of either conservative (me) and other liberal (everyone else sometimes I feel ) thinking. 

Other times I feel like I don’t have to because it seems so simple and all stupid. 

Yet again, I’ve never actually been in love, or textbook definition of love, probably more of a one sided strong like. 

Dang. 

the thoughts lost in thinking.