Imagine if there was a Jerk Tax though… Tone, ud b ded. 

Rachel Dratch should rule the world already.

(Source: shygirl364)

dat-tabula-rasa:

Frances Ha (2012)

Much goodly. 

(Source: fashion-and-film)

Bought some flattering clothes, got some wedges, drank a mango smoothie, did a bunch of bizniz, downloaded ‘The Women of SNL’ special and actually don’t feel like a shitcunt for the first time in a few months. Success. 

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"Quite honestly, my objection to rape jokes is not even because I particularly find the jokes personally triggering anymore; I generally just find them pathetic and inexplicable. And while I’m bothered by the fact that the jokes normalize and effectively minimize the severity of rape and thus perpetuate the rape culture, I’m more bothered by the thought of a woman who’s recently been raped, who’s just experienced what may be the worst thing that will ever happen to her, and goes to the site of her favorite webcomic, or turns on the telly, or goes to the cinema, or a comedy club, to have a much-needed laugh—only to see that horrible, life-changing thing used as the butt of a joke. I don’t understand—and I don’t believe I ever will—why anyone wants to be the person who sends that shiver down her spine, who makes her eyes burn hot with tears at an unwanted memory while everyone else laughs and laughs."

http://shakespearessister.blogspot.com/2010/08/survivors-are-so-sensitive.html

This is the most spot on description of how I feel about rape jokes I’ve seen.

(via incurablycurious)

TW RAPE

(via feminist-space)

yeah, when survivors are the punchline, it’s always going to be a super shitty thing to do, it’s never just words. 

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2cutetopuke:

A woman hitting a neo-nazi with her handbag, Sweden, 1985. The woman was reportedly a concentration camp survivor.

2cutetopuke:

A woman hitting a neo-nazi with her handbag, Sweden, 1985. The woman was reportedly a concentration camp survivor.

(Source: sonounsoffione, via radfemale)

Sometimes I forget being honest isn’t always required, and that, like, people have feelings. Like, if your friend is negging about a dude not being keen, you’re meant to say ‘omg you’re so amazing, he’s so dumb’… not ‘some dudes aren’t going to like you, that’s just a thing that happens sometimes’.

Fuck, I should just be put on a deserted island, doomed to watch the sequel to Mean Girls (but never the original) over and over again. 

I’m going to make a TV show called Jerk Nation. It’s just going to include all the mad calls I had five minutes too late when conversing with jerks. 

Oil paintings by Alyssa Monks.

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Round 2 done. Next stop: Food Issue!

Round 2 done. Next stop: Food Issue!