So I’ve been out of Tumblr for a while… and I might start considering this not as a brief absence but as an official hiatus.
I’m not here to complain, I swear. I can deal with my personal issues but I need time and unfortunately regular days only are 24 hours long. Let’s say some choices are not as easy as one could think and that sometimes words don’t come easy.
So I might come here and take a look at your awesome blog, I might ‘like’ some posts and I might leave a reply in your post. But it’s not a sure thing I could be able to do every day so please don’t think I’m ignoring you if I don’t send a message back to you.
Thank you. Thank all of you for being there. You deserve all the good things life can offer, and I will always love each one of you for the things you contribute to my life :)
tl; dr: So, yup. I need time to put things in their place. This blog is officially on hiatus and I might not update it soob. Please excuse me and of course feel free to look for more active blogs. I absolutely recomend all the blogs I usually reblog from, if you’re looking for quality blogs.
"I waited too long to read the sequel, and now I can’t even remember the characters."
A novel by me
"I read the whole series in less than two days, and now can’t separate the events of individual books" the thrilling sequel
"I’ve read so much fanfic for this series, I can’t remember what really happened in the books" the stunning conclusion
So I’ve been AWOL for a week now, and I might be absent for a while more. RL is a bitch and things happening at work place aren’t making things easier :(
I miss all of you but right now I’m too exhausted. Maybe next week /crossing my fingers/
First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”
But here is what I think you should know.
You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.
You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.
You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).
You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (it is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.
In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.
In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.
Libby Anne (via dillondean)
My response to brainless young women who smilingly bleat “I’m not a femmmminissst!” is “Open your purse. Take out your wallet. Pull out a credit card - any credit card. Does it have your name on it?”
"Well, DUH. Yes, my name’s on my credit cards!"
"You’re welcome." (Cue the Blank Stare.)
I’m old enough to remember when the only women who had credit cards were wives - and the card was part of a couple set, and HER card read “Mrs. Bill Smith.”
I’m that old, too. That’s how my mom paid for our clothes for the first five years after the divorce, until Dad cancelled them on his wife’s request and we started buying everything at Wal-mart.(via zetsubonna)
It’s sad enough I know that situation. In Spain until the 70s or so, a woman needed her father/brother/husband signature for bank accounts or laboral contracts. My mom told me how shameful that was and how angry that made her.