THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY
yay, for five seconds we can ignore who is ‘leading’ us and be proud of fellow aussies
I’m moving to fucking australia
please don’t our prime minister is evil everyone is racist and it alternatively floods or catches fire depending on where you choose to live
Also, this happened on Perth’s Joondalup line. I rode that line every day for three years and I am telling you right now that was not the good in humanity. That was “Eugh! *sigh* Get out and push or none of us are getting home today” because the Joondalup Line at rush hour is only marginally faster than JUST WALKING.
And TBH, walking is more comfortable and won’t get you accidentally impregnated by a stranger.
Also the Prime Minister thing.
The Name of the Rose, Umberto Eco (via daughtryeland)
lionlikenick we’re painting this on our wall in just a slightly darker shade so that’s it’s a suggestion, a visual susurration, a nuclear silhouette. Because we’re not having a living room, we’re having a library that just happens to contain a tv and sofas. Ok? Ok.(via feminesque)
Yas. This on the feature wall and, scrawled underneath a big window, a piece from The Shadow of the Wind. Let us pray for an understanding landlord.
Also? Beautiful book. Beautiful.
Dull-c tagged me to list 15 things that make me happy
I tag no-one because I do not like to encourage happiness.
Also, all my friends have already been tagged.
Well, Scott Morrison and Martin Bowles got at least one thing right today: Australia’s offshore Immigration Detention Centres are not AT ALL like prisons.
To lock someone behind bars in an ACTUAL prison, you generally have to have charged them with (or found them guilty of) a crime, agree to provide them with standard humane services, allow them access to adequate legal representation, accept legal liability for their safety, and provide them a release date.
SAM: “Where’d you get the bathrobe?”
CAROL: “The Gym.”
SAM: “There are bathrobes at the gym?”
C.J.: “In the women’s locker room.”
SAM: “But not the men’s?”
SAM: “Now, that’s outrageous! There’s a thousand men working here and 50 women…”
C.J.: “YEAH, AND IT’S THE BATHROBES THAT’S OUTRAGEOUS.”
So touts the headline of a recent NY Post article by Doree Lewak. Apparently, street harassment is great! See, it allows women’s bodies to be complimented daily, and surely that’s a boon to the ego! Who doesn’t like to receive compliments about their appearance proffered by random strangers on the street?
Well, feminists, apparently. Such wowsers, the lot of them!
See, this is the problem with women. You give them the right to vote, and then suddenly they’re insisting upon being able to move through public spaces without having their bodily sovereignty systematically stripped from them. You let them into universities, allow them to drive cars, let them open their own bank accounts, and suddenly they believe that they should have a right to walk between points A and B without being reminded that their bodies are public property for consumption and assessment as society sees fit.
According to Lewak “This (is) a brave new world, where guys tell it like they see it.” Does Lewak mean as opposed to the old world where men were backwards about coming forwards regarding their feelings of entitlement and ownership of female bodies? I know I certainly remember fondly the days of my young lady youth, when men foreign to me were loathe to single out how great my tits looked that day for fear of making me feel uncomfortable, unsafe, and violated while walking to work in the community I lived in.
Oh wait… That has NEVER, in the history of EVER, happened. My person (and compartmentalised parts of it, when the callers were feeling especially evil) has been called at, commented on and leered at by innumerous gentlemen starting from the age of around ten. I don’t know what Brave New World Lewak is talking about, but it seems to me to be very much in appearance and operation like the world we have ALWAYS lived in.
Lewak’s own argument is also obviously flawed, with her first arguing “when a total stranger notices you, it’s validating” followed by “Isn’t feminism all about self-empowerment, anyway…?” While I don’t expect that someone who confuses self-worth with validation from strangers about how sexy they find her to understand or apply any consistency when trying to make a point, I still thought the article HAD to be a failed attempt at satire. But then I got a load of her back-catalogue ("Katy Perry and 9 Other Comely Cleopatras", "Should kids do Juice Cleanses?" along with various stories about life in the Hamptons) and realised that even my pinch of doubt about the seriousness of the writer was giving her way too much credit..
“Besides, hard hats need something to look at while they’re on their lunch break. I can be that objectified sex thing for them!”
You go, girl!
There is actually a discussion being had on Reddit’s FeMRA board between MRAs as to whether or not the murder of Michael Brown is 'relevant to the MRM'.
"Like, I don’t know, man. On the one hand an unarmed young black man was murdered in a tragic but inexorable event that only again proves that there is a culture of disenfranchisement and fear levelled at black men in this country that is literally costing thousands of them their lives every year but, on the other hand, the guy who did it looks just like me. I mean, on the one hand Michael Brown was exactly the kind of person whose rights our organisation should have been championing since his birth 18 short years ago but, on the other hand, the time we would have wasted doing that would have vastly decreased the amount of time we could spend trolling feminist sites online. Plus, protesting his murder (and the daily allowance of the murder and marginalisation of so many other black men) to demand justice be done would have drained our ‘meagre resources’. They are meagre! So, so meagre. So meagre that we were only able to raise $25,000 for ADDITIONAL security at a convention. Did I mention we can afford to fund conventions? And that at these conventions we don’t discuss the rights of gay men in Uganda, or incarceration rates of Indigenous Australian men, or the gender paradox of suicidal behaviour that sees more than twice the amount of men than women end their own lives? I mean… we discuss serious stuff. Like paternity fraud and the evil dangers of the rise of feminism."
- Some MRA, somewhere. Right now, probably.
For fucking real: I will consider the possibility of taking the men’s rights movement seriously when they show up because their activism has begun to concern, represent, and defend men’s rights across the board - Not just when their spidey-senses tell them some feminist somewhere is nefariously plotting a surge for equality.
Eric Abetz on The Project
Despite first intimating studies from the fifties assert that there *IS* a link and then, after being challenged, stating that the person challenging him didn’t have the required medical qualifications to challenge that assertion with ‘commentary’, and then finally advising that even though the medical community widely acknowledges there is no link, states these rogue clinical physicians’ views are valid, Eric Abetz has today denied he ever suggested there is a link between Abortion and Breast Cancer.
File this under: “More proof Australia’s current crop of governmental officials believe they are living in an age prior to the invention of recording technology.”
Or maybe “Current Australian government officials believe that a link between abortion and breast cancer is a position more believable and defensible than a Refugee’s right to fair and humane treatment.”
i love that barrowman’s response also distances him from the contestant
"hahahaha women do laundry right john? you with me, john?"
"don’t lump me in with you, you fucking martian”
This is what I’m talking about when I keep saying that men have to deny the endorsement. This guy wanted Barrowman’s tacit support or agreement for his sexism, as part of bonding through humour. John went nope.
I want to go to this exact point and run around it saying “I’m in Sweden!” I’m in Finland!” “I’m in Norway!” until I get tired
i aspire to great things in life
According to Google Maps, that point is in the middle of a small lake.
So we’ll do it in January when it’s frozen.
actually that’s why they’ve helpfully dropped a big-ass cement block with a bridge surrounding it in the middle of the lake: for the express purpose of doing what OP aspires to do
Ikea, the Nordic Model, and now this.
The fucking Nordic think of EVERYTHING useful.
this is the best thing since sliced bread I’m not kidding
I actively try to hate Djokovic SO BAD, (mostly out of a childish loyalty to my one true love, RF, because this non-sports-liking tennis lover has discovered, over the years, it’s easier to watch matches if you can convince yourself you dislike the opposition), but impossible things are impossible and despite being a jerky bad sport arrogant and aggressive toss pot, he really is quite funny and very sweet.
The Australian Open this year is going to wreck me emotionally again, isn’t it?
Joseph Stiglitz: It’s not broken don’t break it oh god why would you you’re getting it right god bless your social democracy don’t touch it don’t I LOVE YOU
Tony Jones: do you think Joseph would notice if I licked his face I’ve never licked a Nobel Prize winner before.
JFC. What an asshole.
I just woke up. Happy Saturday to me, I guess!
1. Lots of very important POC, and they have key roles. Don’t be fooled by the white male hero, it’s not what you think it is.
2. A teenage asian girl who is not over sexualized. Not a single woman is over sexualized actually, even those who could have been due to circumstances.
YES! TO ALL OF THESE POINTS. YES.
Also? Fat actors that aren’t the butt of jokes! And COMPLEX treatment of issues like Classism and Ethics and Power Structures and Revolution!