oh no no no no no
THIS IS VERY MUCH NOT OKAY
THIS IS SO sAD WHY
NO NO NO THAT’S THE OPPOSITE OF OKAY
After Dinah cries in the Q&A session, Lauren keeps her hand on Dinah’s lap for the rest of the time. It looks like a small gesture by I’m so endeared by this and the way they’re there to comfort each other and not letting anyone fall.
Trigger warning for discussion of rape and rape culture. My friend Anne Thériault of The Belle Jar wrote a post a few days ago about an incident at University of Ottawa wherein several male members…
Listen up, guys. Two women are being threatened with a lawsuit for exposing a disgusting conversation by a bunch of dudebros/potential rapists who talked about how a woman should suffer sexual violence because she beat a guy in an election. I repeat: they are telling her she must take down the screenshots of actual things they said about how someone should “punish her with their shaft” or they will sue.
This is the most heinous case of silencing women in order to hold up rape culture I’ve seen in a long time. So let’s fight back by posting these screenshots everywhere. Also, if you’re in Ottowa, beware of these guys. They’re all potential rapists.
Autism isn’t something a person has, or a “shell” that a person is trapped inside. There’s no normal child hidden behind the autism. Autism is a way of being. It is pervasive; it colors every experience, every sensation, perception, thought, emotion, and encounter, every aspect of existence. It is not possible to separate the autism from the person—and if it were possible, the person you’d have left would not be the same person you started with.
This is important, so take a moment to consider it: Autism is a way of being. It is not possible to separate the person from the autism.
Therefore, when parents say,
I wish my child did not have autism,
what they’re really saying is,
I wish the autistic child I have did not exist, and I had a different (non-autistic) child instead.
Read that again. This is what we hear when you mourn over our existence. This is what we hear when you pray for a cure. This is what we know, when you tell us of your fondest hopes and dreams for us: that your greatest wish is that one day we will cease to be, and strangers you can love will move in behind our faces."
Why does this always happen at one point every night?
This feeling of inadequacy, of not being good enough for anybody? Of never being anybody’s mutual #1 BFF?
Of feeling like I have some people’s approval/liking, but not all the people I WANT to have the approval/liking of?
"But you should love yourself, because your opinion of yourself is what’s most important."
I know that, BUT I WANT PEOPLE TO LIKE ME. ALL OF ME.
Why does this happen every night?
Dianna Agron on Cory Monteith
Her face right here speaks so loudly about the pain. She’s trying so hard to be strong, but her eyes show everything. This is why we need to support everyone. This is why she deserves to be in that tribute episode. She’s hurting so much.
"What were you wearing?"
I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”
I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his hands on me.