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nightmaresofinsomnia:

If you’re scared of the purge in real life clap your hands
*clap clap*

If you’re angry about what’s happening in Ferguson clap your hands
*clap clap*

If you’re terrified about what’s happening in america clap your hands
*CLAP CLAP*

If you’ve lost all faith in humanity because of what’s happening in America clap your hands
*CLAPPING INTENSIFIES*

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What is 50 shades of grey about? And what's so bad about it?
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dysonrules:

aconissa:

50 Shades of Grey was originally fanfiction based on the Twilight series, which was then published as a novel (along with 2 subsequent books). It sold over 100 million copies around the world and topped best-seller lists everywhere. It’s about to be adapted into a film, set to come out early next year.

It follows a college student named Ana Steele, who enters a relationship with a man named Christian Grey and is then introduced to a bastardised and abusive parody of BDSM culture.

While the book is paraded as erotica, the relationship between Ana and Christian is far from healthy. The core mantra of the BDSM community is “safe, sane and consensual”, and 50 Shades is anything but. None of the rules of BDSM practices (which are put in place to protect those involved) are actually upheld. Christian is controlling, manipulative, abusive, takes complete advantage of Ana, ignores safe-words, ignores consent, keeps her uneducated about the sexual practices they’re taking part in, and a multitude of other terrible things. Their relationship is completely sickening and unhealthy.

Basically, “the book is a glaring glamorisation of violence against women,” as Amy Bonomi so perfectly put it. 

It’s terrible enough that a book like this has been absorbed by people worldwide. Now, we have a film that is expected to be a huge box-office success, and will likely convince countless more young women that it’s okay not to have any autonomy in a relationship, that a man is allowed to control them entirely. It will also show many young men that women are theirs to play with and dominate, thus contributing to antiquated patriarchal values and rape culture.

REBLOG FOREVER.

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tamorapierce:

femmenace-t:

pervocracy:

postwhitesociety:

hm

I think the “women are mysterious” thing can also come from:
1) Women actually being quite clear, but not telling men what they want to hear.  ”She said she doesn’t want to talk to me?  So many mixed messages and confusing signals!”
2) Women not having cheat codes.  ”I tried being nice, and she didn’t have sex with me.  I tried being an asshole, and she didn’t have sex with me.  Come on, there’s got to be some kind of solution to this puzzle!”
3) Women not being a hive mind.  ”First a woman told me that she likes guys with big muscles.  Then the very next day a woman told me she thinks muscles aren’t attractive at all.  Make up your mind, women!”
4) An individual woman doing something confusing, and instead of asking “why is she doing this now?” men ask “why do women always do this?”

Always reblog

I think the idea is not that “women are mysterious” so much as “I can’t be bothered to get to know the women around me like I’d get to know the men around me, so I’ve never bothered to find out that women’s brains work pretty much the same as men’s, individually.  I keep wanting to pop them off their necks and peer into the hole to see what’s inside there rather than, you know, talk with them.”

tamorapierce:

femmenace-t:

pervocracy:

postwhitesociety:

hm

I think the “women are mysterious” thing can also come from:

1) Women actually being quite clear, but not telling men what they want to hear.  ”She said she doesn’t want to talk to me?  So many mixed messages and confusing signals!”

2) Women not having cheat codes.  ”I tried being nice, and she didn’t have sex with me.  I tried being an asshole, and she didn’t have sex with me.  Come on, there’s got to be some kind of solution to this puzzle!”

3) Women not being a hive mind.  ”First a woman told me that she likes guys with big muscles.  Then the very next day a woman told me she thinks muscles aren’t attractive at all.  Make up your mind, women!”

4) An individual woman doing something confusing, and instead of asking “why is she doing this now?” men ask “why do women always do this?”

Always reblog

I think the idea is not that “women are mysterious” so much as “I can’t be bothered to get to know the women around me like I’d get to know the men around me, so I’ve never bothered to find out that women’s brains work pretty much the same as men’s, individually.  I keep wanting to pop them off their necks and peer into the hole to see what’s inside there rather than, you know, talk with them.”

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Whether achieved through law and social policy, as in this and other industrialized countries, or by way of tribal practice and religious ritual, as in older cultures, an individual woman’s body was far more subject to other people’s rules than was that of her male counterpart. Women always seemed to be owned to some degree as the means of reproduction. And as possessions, women’s bodies then became symbols of men’s status, with a value that was often determined by what was rare. Thus, rich cultures valued thin women, and poor cultures valued fat women. Yet all patriarchal cultures valued weakness in women. How else could male dominance survive? In my own country, for example, women who “belong” to rich white men are often thinner (as in “You can never be too rich or too thin”) than those who “belong” to poor men of color; yet those very different groups of males tend to come together in their belief that women are supposed to be weaker than men; that muscles and strength aren’t “feminine.” By

Gloria Steinem: The Politics of Muscle

(via exgynocraticgrrl)

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klainer101:

Chris confirming that he has a boyfriend