I do not believe that just because you’re opposed to abortion, that that makes you pro-life. In fact, I think in many cases, your morality is deeply lacking if all you want is a child born but not a child fed, not a child educated, not a child housed. And why would I think that you don’t? Because you don’t want any tax money to go there. That’s not pro-life. That’s pro-birth. We need a much broader conversation on what the morality of pro-life is.
Sister Joan Chittister, Catholic Nun (via timehasflewn)
holy shit i love this quote
I vote we stop using the term “pro-life” and change to “pro-birth”, and every time someone asks “What does that mean?”, you can explain this and the other racialized, classist, misogynist, body policing, rape culture reinforcing bullshit behind “pro-life” dogma.
Its dinosaur pride, too. (Taken with Instagram)
Dinosaur in a handknit baby sweater. Totally normal. (Taken with Instagram)
THIS IS EVERYTHING.
How does this have 15,000 notes?
Anyway, context: I received this good advice from my chaplaincy supervisor when I worked as a student chaplain at a children’s hospital in 2000. We were talking not about any of the terrible things I’d witnessed at the hospital but about my breakup with my college girlfriend.
One time when I was a chaplain, this especially awful thing happened, and a bunch of us had to attend this post trauma debriefing/group therapy session. (The theory goes that this was a way to prevent or minimize PTSD, I think.) So here is this big group of people—doctors, nurses, social workers, paramedics, etc.—all being forced to attend this group therapy session they don’t particularly want to be at, and the counselor person is asking all of us to recount what happened that night, which no one is particularly inclined to do.
Eventually, I tell a story about my girlfriend: When I came home the morning after this thing had happened, I was really freaking out, and she was not particularly empathetic. This story animates everyone: They all start talking about my girlfriend, and how she’s just like their boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse, and how I should really break up with her, because that’ll show her.
So I did break up with her.
Of course, I immediately regretted it, but once she was free of obligation to me she probably felt tremendous relief and had no intention of re-entangling. (This was very sane and mature of her, in retrospect.) So I spent my days moping around the hospital, not because of the horrible things I’d seen but because I missed this woman so much. And I felt like an idiot being so upset over this girl when there were far worse things happening around me at the hospital every day.
Which just made everything worse: I was sad because I was no longer close to this woman I loved. And then I was ashamed because I felt more upset about my own stupid romantic problems than about the illness and death that was all around me in the hospital. I felt like my problems were silly and small, but they still made me very sad, and I could never seem to get out of that spiral.
All of this combined to make me super annoying to be around. Fortunately, I was surrounded by chaplains, who are basically professionally empathetic, and are required by job description to listen to you.
It was my supervisor who finally helped me understand why I was so sad, and that I should feel sad. So often we try to make other people feel better by minimizing their pain, by telling them that it will get better (which it will) or that there are worse things in the world (which there are). But that’s not what I actually needed. What I actually needed was for someone to tell me that it hurt because it mattered.
I have found this very useful to think about over the years, and I find that it is a lot easier and more bearable to be sad when you aren’t constantly berating yourself for being sad.
MARVEL PANEL OF THE DAY
First rule of the Marvel Universe: never underestimate Black Widow. Ever.
The (500) Days of Summer attitude of “He wants you so bad” seems attractive to some women and men, especially younger ones, but I would encourage anyone who has a crush on my character to watch it again and examine how selfish he is. He develops a mildly delusional obsession over a girl onto whom he projects all these fantasies. He thinks she’ll give his life meaning because he doesn’t care about much else going on in his life. A lot of boys and girls think their lives will have meaning if they find a partner who wants nothing else in life but them. That’s not healthy. That’s falling in love with the idea of a person, not the actual person.
Now, there is a tendency at a point like this to look over one’s shoulder at the cover artist and start going on at length about leather, tightboots and naked blades.
Words like ‘full’, ‘round’ and even ‘pert’ creep into the narrative, until the writer has to go and have a cold shower and a lie down.
Which is all rather silly, because any woman setting out to make a living by the sword isn’t about to go around looking like something off the cover of the more advanced kind of lingerie catalogue for the specialized buyer.
Oh well, all right. The point that must be made is that although Herrena the Henna-Haired Harridan would look quite stunning after a good bath, a heavy-duty manicure, and the pick of the leather racks in Woo Hun Ling’s Oriental Exotica and Martial Aids on Heroes Street, she was currently quite sensibly dressed in light chain mail, soft boots, and a short sword.
All right, maybe the boots were leather. But not black.
Terry Pratchett, The Light Fantastic (via avferreira)
in which Pterry deconstructs the stupidity of female fantasy armour in 1986.
STOP! Rainbow time. (Taken with Instagram at 123 Big Art Day)
Joycelyn Elders, you know what talkin’ sense got you the last time.
pretty much sick of all the “WHAT IF THAT CHILD YOU ABORT WOULD HAVE BEEN A DOCTOR WHO CURED CANCER”
a, it’s not a child it’s a bundle of cells
b, people aren’t born with a preordained destiny those disadvantaged kids in inner city schools who you don’t care about because they’re already alive also have the potential to do great and wonderful things GO HELP THEM ACHIEVE IT.
With 3D printed nylon, delicate looking forms are actually incredibly strong while also being impossibly lightweight. We present a triangulated spin on the classic wedge pump, which brings to mind Cinderella’s glass slipper in its transparency. Expanding on this idea, we created a sandal with a 3D printed base and origami tyvek butterflies.
Greek history jokes? Minotaur jokes? Anyone?
I WILL BUILD A LABYRINTH TO HOUSE THE REGARDS
This comic is beautiful.
Aand sourced. http://oglaf.com (NSFW). Go, read, enjoy (though be warned that most of it is really not as SFW as this one. Just as funny, though).
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I have a rule of thumb that allows me to judge — when time is pressing and one needs to make a snap judgment — whether some sexist bullshit is afoot. Obviously it’s not 100 percent infallible but, by and large, it definitely points you in the right direction.
And it’s asking this question: “Are the men doing it? Are the men worrying about this as well? Is this taking up the men’s time? Are the men told not to do this, as it’s ‘letting our side down’? Are the men having to write bloody books about this exasperating, time-wasting bullshit? Is this making Jon Stewart feel insecure?”
Almost always, the answer is: “No. The boys are not being told they have to be a certain way. They’re just getting on with stuff.” Men are not being informed that they are oppressing other men with their comments. It is presumed that men can handle perfectly well the idea of other men bitching about them. I think, on this basis, we can presume women can cope with other women being bitchy about them, too. ~Caitlin Moran
#I really love how Leia is so multifaceted and that they get she doesn’t have to be defined by her hardness OR her sweetness #how both aspects are treated as her strengths #The same woman who talks back to Vader and Tarkin without flinching #and coldly informs Han and Luke that from now on they’ll do as she says as she takes charge of her own rescue #also pushes aside her own pain over having just witnessed the loss of her planet and the death of everyone she loved #to focus on Luke’s pain even though he’s as good as a stranger #and she takes the time in the most hectic situation to drape a blanket over him and comfort him #Personally strangles Jabba to death #and then calms down the ewok with her warmth and kindness #Leia Organa appreciation life
Sweaty from roller derby training, second session back after six freaking months on the cripple bench. (Taken with Instagram)
[TW: sexual and physical assault]
MUMBIA, India — On July 9, a group of men attacked a girl after she stepped out of a club on a busy street in Guwahati, Assam. A reporter, who was later joined by a cameraman, filmed the entire incident, and a local television channel released the footage the following day.
The girl was molested, burned, and beaten for at least half an hour. The men tried to strip off her clothes. The girl fruitlessly begged bystanders, passersby, and the men filming for help – nobody put a stop to it.
Read more at GlobalPost
Another photo of Tom Hardy in Afghanistan, researching for the future film project Samarkand.
Another one of my painting myself. Small problem of not wanting to wash it off. THIS IS HOW TATTOOS HAPPEN. (Taken with Instagram)
First painting I’ve ever done as an adult 🙂 although the photo is its own work of art since the painting looks nothing like this… (Taken with Instagram)