Ma Belle Clit

Jan 19

stophatingyourbody:

I’ve been seeing this first picture going around on facebook and it’s driving me UP A WALL.

This, folks, is what we call BODY SHAMING. The minute you start putting down one body type in favor of another, you are NOT HELPING THINGS. In today’s society, when EVERYONE is being told constantly (400+ times a day, and that’s a proven fact) that they’re not good enough or they need to change something to be ‘hot’ or ‘sexy’, you cannot possibly blame people for wanting to change their bodies. You have no way of judging why ANY of those women look the way they do. Some people naturally have bodies that are that thin. And yes, some people starve themselves to look like that. But shaming someone for what is quite literally a disease is the lowest of the low. Regardless, no body type is any more or less ‘hot’ than ANY other body type. ALL bodies are good bodies, ALL of us are fighting a hard battle. Don’t think for one moment that you have the right to judge anyone. You wouldn’t like it if the scrutiny was on you.

Love,

Amber

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

I’m on a roll today, tbh.

Jan 14

randomlancila:

bedbugsbiting:

findingsherlock:

poboh:

The Irritating Gentleman, Berthold Woltze. Germany (1829 – 1896)

FS says: I love this because it speaks very much to the sociological effect of modernity. Suddenly people were trapped in carriages with other people more and more often, and middle class women were suddenly traveling alone far more often than ever before. This meant that there was a huge need for cultural rules to come into play, rules we see and use to this day. Imagine you are in a bus, do you look at people around you? In the eyes? Do you speak with people you sit next to? How about in elevators? Probably not. This is the social conditioning of urbane modernity. And it started when people were thrown more and more together for longer periods.

Basically its this guy’s fault that you feel so alone in a crowd.

I find it utterly fascinating that “irritating gentlemen” have been a problem on public transportation for so long. The weary look on this woman’s face says it all. I have worn that look many times.

Commentary!

randomlancila:

xezene:

“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end & converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.

Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous - not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful…

The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”

Ann Druyan, about her husband Carl Sagan

I will reblog this every time I see it. It is the single most romantic thing I have ever read. Oh, Carl. <3