whydoihaveablog: Barney finds the solution for getting into Robin’s pants I briefly thought about listing all of the jokes aimed towards making fun of/having sex with females and all the jokes aimed at making fun of/having sex with males that appear in How I Met Your Mother, but 1) the list would be so long (on only one side) that no one would read it and 2) I don’t really care enough to put that much effort into something. But holy shit, are they kidding right now? Are they kidding? This is FAR from the first time it’s referenced that a male character, sober or at least close to it, tries to have sex with an extremely drunk woman. Are they KIDDING? How is this on television? People get angry at me for making a joke about David Cross making a joke about raping Susan B. Anthony — SOMETHING THAT COULDN’T EVEN HAPPEN, BECAUSE THEY WEREN’T ALIVE AT THE SAME TIME — but a fucking syndicated television show is allowed to show sober men trying to get black out drunk women in bed? Something that happens ALL OF THE TIME IN REAL LIFE? Everyone is disgusted by the wrong things. I bet the same people angry at me for that joke were the same people who don’t care that the space shuttle program ended in America.  Ugh. I’m going to bring How I Met Your Mother’s blatent misogyny up at least 3 more times this week and I don’t think any of us are happy about that. I can’t stand this show. Every woman Ted meets is immediately subjected to his ignominious wife rubric. Barney does not meet women, they are immediately introduced to his penis. Marshall is a eunuch, because wives, you know, guys! Robin is incessantly beleaguered with misogynistic jabs for everything: wanting sex, not wanting sex, playing the field, the trajectory of her career, concentrating on her career, not wanting kids, playing sports, being uncertain about marriage, dating regrets, her appearance, her drinking ability, her background, her emotions. Ted makes similar decisions and is met with sympathy because he is supposedly looking for love. Love is patient, kind, a dog from hell, a battlefield, in the air, all you need. Love is transformative, fleeting, eternal, respect. Love is many a splendored thing. Love is not plotting to get someone drunk for sex. That is called date rape. It is despicable that this show is syndicated.
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Barney finds the solution for getting into Robin’s pants

I briefly thought about listing all of the jokes aimed towards making fun of/having sex with females and all the jokes aimed at making fun of/having sex with males that appear in How I Met Your Mother, but 1) the list would be so long (on only one side) that no one would read it and 2) I don’t really care enough to put that much effort into something.

But holy shit, are they kidding right now? Are they kidding? This is FAR from the first time it’s referenced that a male character, sober or at least close to it, tries to have sex with an extremely drunk woman.

Are they KIDDING? How is this on television? People get angry at me for making a joke about David Cross making a joke about raping Susan B. Anthony — SOMETHING THAT COULDN’T EVEN HAPPEN, BECAUSE THEY WEREN’T ALIVE AT THE SAME TIME — but a fucking syndicated television show is allowed to show sober men trying to get black out drunk women in bed? Something that happens ALL OF THE TIME IN REAL LIFE?

Everyone is disgusted by the wrong things. I bet the same people angry at me for that joke were the same people who don’t care that the space shuttle program ended in America. 

Ugh. I’m going to bring How I Met Your Mother’s blatent misogyny up at least 3 more times this week and I don’t think any of us are happy about that.

I can’t stand this show.

Every woman Ted meets is immediately subjected to his ignominious wife rubric. Barney does not meet women, they are immediately introduced to his penis. Marshall is a eunuch, because wives, you know, guys!

Robin is incessantly beleaguered with misogynistic jabs for everything: wanting sex, not wanting sex, playing the field, the trajectory of her career, concentrating on her career, not wanting kids, playing sports, being uncertain about marriage, dating regrets, her appearance, her drinking ability, her background, her emotions. Ted makes similar decisions and is met with sympathy because he is supposedly looking for love.

Love is patient, kind, a dog from hell, a battlefield, in the air, all you need. Love is transformative, fleeting, eternal, respect. Love is many a splendored thing.

Love is not plotting to get someone drunk for sex. That is called date rape.

It is despicable that this show is syndicated.

Source: whydoihaveablog

International Slutty Women's Day: A Story in GIFs

tylercoates:

This is pretty much the best!

Fantastic.

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fuckyeahwarriorwomen: [ Description: A black and white phot of a young square-jawed caucasian woman. Her dark hair is warn up, and she wears a dark mutton-leg sleeved dress with a star-shaped lace collar. Her expression is somewhere between serious and contemplative. ] biichama: barbeauxbot: jawdust: Why you should be in passionate horny love with Elizabeth ‘Nellie Bly’ Cochrane Born in 1864/65, Elizabeth, one of 15 children, was always ‘the rebellious one’. Fierce as fuck from an early age, she testified against her abusive stepfather in her mother’s divorce trial. In 1880 she enrolled in a teacher-training college but had to leave after her first semester due to lack of funding - then moved to Pittsburgh to help run a goddamn boarding school.  This is where we get to the good shit. Age 18, she wrote a letter-to-the-editor of the Pittsburgh Dispatch bitchslapping the everloving fuck out of a sexist ballsack of an article entitled ‘What Girls Are Good For’.  The editor was so goddamn wooed by her razor-sharp tongue that he RAN AN AD asking her to identify herself. Elizabeth owned up, and was hired instantaneously, her badassery radiating from her pores and intoxicating all within a twenty mile radius. Working under the pen-name Nellie Bly, Elizabeth kicked the butts of morons everywhere, writing articles aimed at social justice, particularly labour laws to protect working ‘girls’ and reform of Pennsylvania’s divorce law, which greatly favoured men. Not content with changing the world from behind her desk, Elizabeth became a founding mother of investigative journalism. She was expelled from Mexico for exposing political corruption, and henceforth wrapped in cotton wool by her editors. Infuriated by their mollycoddling, Lizzie left them a note essentially telling them to fuck themselves and hot footed it to NYC. She was still only 23. Within six months she was hired by Joseph fucking Pulitzer himself, and continued her batshit crazy investigations uninhibited. Her very first assingment had her feigning mental illness to expose repulsive conditions in Blackwell’s Island Insane Asylum. Her cutting report was so fucking horrifying, compelling and persuasive that it triggered public and political action, leading to reform of the institution. In the next couple of years she had herself thrown in jail and hired by a sweatshop, all for shits and giggles. Oh, and to uncover incomprehensible injustice, cruelty, poverty, and the concealed, heinous treatment of the vulnerable and voiceless.  But was pioneering journalism, social revolution and batshit badassery enough for our Liz? Like fuck it was. On a whim Nellie did what any self-respecting 25 year old woman in the 1800s would do - she emulated Jules Verne’s Around the World in Eighty Days, and did it in 72. Millions followed her journey, and its appeal to a semi-literate populace resulted in greatly increased newspaper readership. So while travelling the entire globe (IN THE 1800s, AS A WOMAN) by ship, train, burro and balloon, she helped the world to read. Having essentially conquered the entire goddamn universe before hitting 30, Nellie retired, and wed 72 year old industrialist Robert Seaman. Their marriage was a happy one, and after his death she took over Iron Clad Manufacturing Co. But Lizzie was a writer, what would she know about the metal industry? Well, she INVENTED the steel barrel that became the model for the widely used 55-gallon drum and turned her inherited businesses into multimillion-dollar companies, so apparently a fuck ton. Furthermore, she set a precedent for working conditions, ensuring her workers had good pay, gymnasiums, staffed libraries, and health care, all completely unheard of at the time, while still writing to further the plight of the Suffragette movement. Nellie may have died age 58 of pneumonia, but HBICs live on forever. When I worked for the Girl Scouts, one of my favorite things was teaching them about Nellie. AMAZING. FIERCE
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[ Description: A black and white phot of a young square-jawed caucasian woman. Her dark hair is warn up, and she wears a dark mutton-leg sleeved dress with a star-shaped lace collar. Her expression is somewhere between serious and contemplative. ]

biichama:

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jawdust:

Why you should be in passionate horny love with Elizabeth ‘Nellie Bly’ Cochrane

  • Born in 1864/65, Elizabeth, one of 15 children, was always ‘the rebellious one’. Fierce as fuck from an early age, she testified against her abusive stepfather in her mother’s divorce trial.
  • In 1880 she enrolled in a teacher-training college but had to leave after her first semester due to lack of funding - then moved to Pittsburgh to help run a goddamn boarding school. 
  • This is where we get to the good shit. Age 18, she wrote a letter-to-the-editor of the Pittsburgh Dispatch bitchslapping the everloving fuck out of a sexist ballsack of an article entitled ‘What Girls Are Good For’. 
  • The editor was so goddamn wooed by her razor-sharp tongue that he RAN AN AD asking her to identify herself. Elizabeth owned up, and was hired instantaneously, her badassery radiating from her pores and intoxicating all within a twenty mile radius.
  • Working under the pen-name Nellie Bly, Elizabeth kicked the butts of morons everywhere, writing articles aimed at social justice, particularly labour laws to protect working ‘girls’ and reform of Pennsylvania’s divorce law, which greatly favoured men.
  • Not content with changing the world from behind her desk, Elizabeth became a founding mother of investigative journalism. She was expelled from Mexico for exposing political corruption, and henceforth wrapped in cotton wool by her editors. Infuriated by their mollycoddling, Lizzie left them a note essentially telling them to fuck themselves and hot footed it to NYC. She was still only 23.
  • Within six months she was hired by Joseph fucking Pulitzer himself, and continued her batshit crazy investigations uninhibited. Her very first assingment had her feigning mental illness to expose repulsive conditions in Blackwell’s Island Insane Asylum. Her cutting report was so fucking horrifying, compelling and persuasive that it triggered public and political action, leading to reform of the institution.
  • In the next couple of years she had herself thrown in jail and hired by a sweatshop, all for shits and giggles. Oh, and to uncover incomprehensible injustice, cruelty, poverty, and the concealed, heinous treatment of the vulnerable and voiceless. 
  • But was pioneering journalism, social revolution and batshit badassery enough for our Liz? Like fuck it was. On a whim Nellie did what any self-respecting 25 year old woman in the 1800s would do - she emulated Jules Verne’s Around the World in Eighty Days, and did it in 72.
  • Millions followed her journey, and its appeal to a semi-literate populace resulted in greatly increased newspaper readership. So while travelling the entire globe (IN THE 1800s, AS A WOMAN) by ship, train, burro and balloon, she helped the world to read.
  • Having essentially conquered the entire goddamn universe before hitting 30, Nellie retired, and wed 72 year old industrialist Robert Seaman. Their marriage was a happy one, and after his death she took over Iron Clad Manufacturing Co.
  • But Lizzie was a writer, what would she know about the metal industry? Well, she INVENTED the steel barrel that became the model for the widely used 55-gallon drum and turned her inherited businesses into multimillion-dollar companies, so apparently a fuck ton.
  • Furthermore, she set a precedent for working conditions, ensuring her workers had good pay, gymnasiums, staffed libraries, and health care, all completely unheard of at the time, while still writing to further the plight of the Suffragette movement.
  • Nellie may have died age 58 of pneumonia, but HBICs live on forever.

When I worked for the Girl Scouts, one of my favorite things was teaching them about Nellie.

AMAZING.

FIERCE

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Source: jawdust

Worse, by ignoring or underemphasizing the vexing issue of environmental causes, the breast cancer cult turns women into dupes of what could be called the Cancer Industrial Complex: the multinational corporate enterprise that with the one hand doles out carcinogens and disease and, with the other, offers expensive, semi-toxic pharmaceutical treatments. Breast Cancer Awareness Month, for example, is sponsored by AstraZeneca (the manufacturer of tamoxifen), which, until a corporate reorganization in 2000, was a leading producer of pesticides, including acetochlor, classified by the EPA as a “probable human carcinogen.” This particularly nasty conjuncture of interests led the environmentally oriented Cancer Prevention Coalition (CPC) to condemn Breast Cancer Awareness Month as “a public relations invention by a major polluter which puts women in the position of being unwitting allies of the very people who make them sick.” Although AstraZeneca no longer manufactures pesticides, CPC has continued to criticize the breast-cancer crusade — and the American Cancer Society — for its unquestioning faith in screening mammograms and careful avoidance of environmental issues. In a June 12, 2001, press release, CPC chairman Samuel S. Epstein, M.D., and the well-known physician activist Quentin Young castigated the American Cancer Society for its “longstanding track record of indifference and even hostility to cancer prevention … Recent examples include issuing a joint statement with the Chlorine Institute justifying the continued global use of persistent organochlorine pesticides, and also supporting the industry in trivializing dietary pesticide residues as avoidable risks of childhood cancer. ACS policies are further exemplified by allocating under 0.1 percent of its $700 million annual budget to environmental and occupational causes of cancer.

Barbara Ehrenreich, “Welcome to Cancerland”

You should probably read this article. I can’t wait to read her new book.

Source: barbaraehrenreich.com

On June 15, the store held an event introducing various fashion tips to help women feel more comfortable on commuter trains and at the office during the scorching summer. Advice included loosening their collars or wearing shirts with an open neckline.

—“Women’s cool biz campaign steaming ahead at Tokyo department store”

That last sentence kills me. It absolutely slays me. Finally, finally, finally it might be socially acceptable not to button my blouse to the topmost button in the scorching summer heat.

That is progress, Japan. Kudos.

Source: mdn.mainichi.jp