Mary Rakow (via damnitamber)
If the first rule of a dysfunctional system is ‘Don’t talk about it,’ then our primary goal should be to tell the truth, to be as honest as we can manage to be. When I read something truthful, something real, I breathe a deep sigh of relief and say, ‘Fantastic - I wasn’t mad or alone in thinking that, after all!’ So often we are left to our own devices, struggling in the dark with this external and internal propaganda system. At that point, for someone to tell us the truth is a gift. In a world where people all around us are lying and confusing us, to be honest is a great kindness.
David Edwards, Burning All Illusions (via sister-bell)
Yes. This. Tell the truth, even about the ugly shit. All the secrets you keep, especially to protect other people, fester inside you and they make you believe the world isn’t real. I would rather my world be ugly and real than live those kinds of lies.
As I mature I realize that I talk to myself more, I correct my own mistakes, I follow my own advice. Less people are around and that has allowed me to connect with myself. I’ve become one of my own best friends.
new skater polka dot dress!
i love it!!
Is that the one from ASOS? Is it woven or stretch jersey? Looks adorable!
Stop telling women they’re pretty. Stop going to women you don’t know, disrupting their day, asking them to remove attention from whatever was occupying their time to tell them they’re pretty. Stop expecting them to react with gratitude. Stop revolving women’s worth around their appearance. Stop assuming make-up is performance art. Your phallus isn’t an audience.
Letters received by Ellen Goodman (1993), in response to President Clinton’s efforts to end discrimination against gays in the military, suggest men are frightened by the kinds of violence to which they themselves subject women on a daily basis. Approximately nine out of ten letters received by Goodman were written by men. The male writers sounded panicstricken that they would have to take showers and sleep in barracks with homosexual men (as though military men haven’t always done this). Very clearly, the men didn’t want other men looking at them the way they – men – look at women! Nor did they want other men treating them the way they treat women. Goodman notes, “The fascinating thing to this – female – reader was that nearly all the letter writers shared the same perspective: that of straight men worrying about being victims of sexual assault, harassment, lusting, or just plain ogling. This garden variety of homophobia – fear of homosexuals – was fear of becoming the object of unwanted sexual attention.
Dee Graham, Edna Rawlings & Roberta Rigsby. Loving to Survive: sexual terror, men’s violence, and women’s lives. NYU Press. July 1 1994. (p. 16)
Yeah, this. Assholes.
This is my favorite thing on the Internet. So so true to art school
Exhibit 127 for why I’m glad I decided not to go to Art School.
This is awful. I completely empathize with this girl because all art critiques are bullshit. Art school students are brimming with bullshit, that’s in their nature at this stage of development. Their critique was unhelpful, and I think designed to ostracize her as not “one of them.” It quickly turned personal. Fuck those kids.