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randomizeyourmind:

Rape has become endemic in South Africa, so a medical technician named Sonette Ehlers developed a product that immediately gathered national attention there. Ehlers had never forgotten a rape victim telling her forlornly, “If only I had teeth down there.”
Some time afterward, a man came into the hospital where Ehlers works in excruciating pain because his penis was stuck in his pants zipper.
Ehlers merged those images and came up with a product she called Rapex. It resembles a tube, with barbs inside. The woman inserts it like a tampon, with an applicator, and any man who tries to rape the woman impales himself on the barbs and must go to an emergency room to have the Rapex removed.
When critics complained that it was a medieval punishment, Ehlers replied tersely, “A medieval device for a medieval deed.” 
- Half the Sky, Nicholas Kristof

randomizeyourmind:

Rape has become endemic in South Africa, so a medical technician named Sonette Ehlers developed a product that immediately gathered national attention there. Ehlers had never forgotten a rape victim telling her forlornly, “If only I had teeth down there.

Some time afterward, a man came into the hospital where Ehlers works in excruciating pain because his penis was stuck in his pants zipper.

Ehlers merged those images and came up with a product she called Rapex. It resembles a tube, with barbs inside. The woman inserts it like a tampon, with an applicator, and any man who tries to rape the woman impales himself on the barbs and must go to an emergency room to have the Rapex removed.

When critics complained that it was a medieval punishment, Ehlers replied tersely, “A medieval device for a medieval deed.” 

- Half the Sky, Nicholas Kristof

02.20.13 ♥ 549182

faineemae:

My response to Lady Gaga’s appropriation of the Burqa

About fourteen years ago, the veiled Muslim woman had been cast in television commercials in the United States. She played a part, a supporting one, in the commercial for the Jeep Cherokee made by Chrysler in 1996 shot in Morocco. The veiled woman is seen smiling and admiring the Jeep – sending the message that “if he buys the Jeep … He may even win the admiration of the most inaccessible of women, the woman with the veil”. This gives the illusion to the reader that something that in unattainable is within grasp. Western exotica, like Playboy, use the image of a veiled woman to their advantage as well. Covering certain parts of a woman’s body, leaving the man’s imagination to wander. 

When advertisements target American women, advertisement marketers depend on the stereotyping of Muslim women as oppressed and submissive. In 1989 Virginia Slims advertisement with a man pictured in a turban sitting along the sides of three women in headscarves. The turbaned man himself is a mistake; a turban was used primarily by the Sikh religion for their men. You can see the misconceptions that Westerners believe that all people of that region are assumed to don that headdress for their men as well. The caption reads: “The Sultan of Bundi Had Nothing Against Women. He Thought Everyone Should Own Two or Three.” Underneath the woman farthest from the man is an image of a cigarette pack of Virginia Slims, with the caption: “You’ve Come a Long Way Baby.” This method reassures American women consumers that, as western women, they would never be like the oppressed Muslim women pictured if they were to buy the cigarettes. 

When Lady Gaga wears a sexualized, orientalist and racist version of what she calls a “burqa” and when she makes a song about having “burqa swag”, She’s actually not doing anyone a favor by wearing it, least of all, Muslim women who actually do wear the burqa. The burqa itself culturally varies in style among the Muslim world, but for Lady Gaga to reclaim something that isn’t a part of her culture OR religion, further hypersexualizes Muslim/Middle Eastern/North African women and their religious/cultural attire. A burqa for not a political statement that Lady Gaga can make.

In fact, it’s highly islamophobic, because she’s really commodifying the religious and cultural garb of Muslims, to further sensationalize stories to satiate the ongoing imperialist fascination with Muslim women’s lives. We are constantly put under the media’s eyes and scrutinized for making the choices to wear our religious garb and deemed as submissive and oppressed individuals while white women who try on a “hijab for a day” or appropriate religious garb, they are applauded for being “revolutionary and brave”. She’s actually making it harder on us by objectifying us even more.

themindislimitless:

Yes there is a very small minority who may be effectively forced to adorn such clothing, through ultra-conservative family pressures, but most muslims scholars agree that it is not obligatory on women at all. Talking from personal experience - I have a few aunts and second cousins who wear the garment - and you know what’s funny about it… the fact that their husbands discourage them from wearing it, but they choose to do so regardless. This is a cultural and personal choice. If she wanted to take off her burkha, she would. This is a personal choice, and the idea that behind every muslim women there is an oppressive man forcing her faith - is nothing but an Islamophobic myth. Muslim women can speak for themselves, they do not need your pity. Clothes-policing is totally contradictory to the principles of democracy, and if we really are a free society not steeped in Islamophobia, this wouldn’t even be a debate, it would be a personal decision - to legally force and harass a women to go against her own personal decision of choice, is totally fucking contradictory to the core principles of freedom and democracy and women’s rights.

(In reference to this)

Muslim women like me, my mother, my aunts, my sisters, my fellow Muslim women around the world are the only ones who can have “burqa swag” and we don’t need your self-righteous, white savior, orientalist, racist, islamophobic bullshit to save us because we can do it ourselves and own it.

So basically, Lady Gaga can fuck right off.

02.19.13 ♥ 44943
Femininity is depicted as weakness, the sapping of strength, yet masculinity is so fragile that apparently even the slightest brush with the feminine destroys it.

Gwen Sharp

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(via balphesian)

02.19.13 ♥ 102567

1.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
hard.

2.
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.

3.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.

4.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.

5.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.

6.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.

7.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.

8.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.

9.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.

10.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
hard.

This is good.
02.19.13 ♥ 231221
You will fall in love with someone who annoys you, whose orgasm face looks and feels pathetic. Despite all of this, there’s something keeping you drawn to them, something that makes you want to protect them from the harsh world. What you fail to realize, however, is that you are the harsh world. You aren’t their noble protector — you are someone to be protected from but it takes a lot of dates, a lot of nights where you question whether or not you are actually a good person, for this to ever resonate with you. When it’s over and whatever love is left is put back in the fridge like a sad plate of leftovers, you will finally understand that you have the power to hurt someone. You can either hurt them or love them and it’s up to you to decide what kind of role you would like to take on in future relationships. What feels more comfortable — being the one who loves more or being the one who’s loved less?

You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win. And when we lose, when we realize we couldn’t get what we ultimately desired from a person, it makes us feel like a failure and erases all the memories of those who loved us in the past. It’s a permanent smudge on your love resume.

You will fall in love with someone for one night and one night only. They’ll come to you when you need them and be gone in the morning when you don’t. At first, this will make you feel empty and you’ll try to convince yourself that you could’ve loved this person for longer than a night, but you can’t. Some people are just meant to make cameo appearances, some are destined to be a pithy footnote. That’s okay though. Not every person we love has to stick around. Sometimes it’s better to leave while you’re still ahead. Sometimes it’s better to leave before you get unloved.

You will fall in love with the old couple down the street because to you they represent the impossible: a stable, long-lasting love. You’re trying to get someone to like you for more than ten minutes. A monogamous “never get sick of ya” love seems unfathomable. “What’s your secret, sir? Do you just say yes a lot?”

You will fall in love with smells, the good and the bad kind. You will want to wear your lovers shirt because it makes you feel close to them and you’re okay with being that PSYCHO who is legitimately sniffing their shirt in public. You will fall in love with sweat, certain perfumes, the smell of the season in which you fell in love. This particular love smells like fall. It smells like Halloween and a roaring fire and leaves and fog and mist and candy and food and family and whiskey and sex and the lint that collects on sweaters. When it ends, if it ends, you will never experience another fall without thinking of him, her, it. The memories will stick to the ground like a mound of leaves and will only dissipate when the weather drops.

You will fall in love with your friends. Deep, passionate love. You will create a second family with them, a kind of tribe that makes you feel less vulnerable. Sometimes our families can’t love us all the time. Sometimes we’re born into families who don’t know how to love us properly. They do as much as they can but the rest is up to our friends. They can love you all the time, without judgement. At least the good ones can.

This is where I’m supposed to tell you that you will fall in love with The One, a person who isn’t too cold or too nice. Their “O” face is perfectly fine and they’re not afraid to show how much they love you. This person is supposed to wait for us at the end of the twentysomething road as some kind of reward for all the heartache and loneliness. We deserve them. We’ve earned this kind of love.

So fine. You’re going to fall in love with The One. You’re going to fall in love with someone who will make sense beyond college or a job or a particular season. They’ll make sense forever and won’t ever want to leave you behind. I’m telling you this not because it’s true but because it NEEDS to be true. Everyone is entitled to this kind of love, so why not? Have it. It’s yours. Blow out the candles on your 30th birthday, holding their hand, and let out an exhale that’s been waiting for ten years. Do it. Now.
02.18.13 ♥ 153739

Your mouth
could do
brutal
things
to my
heart
but you’re a
risk
I’m willing to
fuck
because I have a feeling
your hands
would do
beautiful
things
to my
thighs.

02.17.13 ♥ 94951
910223:

The musician and the listener.

910223:

The musician and the listener.

02.17.13 ♥ 9631

communismkillsitonthedancefloor:

Do not compare animal rights to the rights of oppressed groups of people.
Do not compare animal rights to the rights of oppressed groups of people.
Do not compare animal rights to the rights of oppressed groups of people. 
Do not compare animal rights to the rights of oppressed groups of people.  

02.17.13 ♥ 4041
cosmo tip: upon swallowing your lovers semen inform them of how delicious the thousands of souls of unborn children are
02.16.13 ♥ 46664

cosmo tip #185

plaguemetoanend:

when climaxing, announce your orgasm in the batman voice

02.16.13 ♥ 31372
I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong.

— Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via vaginawoolf)

02.16.13 ♥ 10525

i try not to judge based on ships but like

hermione and snape

HERMIONE AND SNAPE

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02.16.13 ♥ 144376

BREAKING NEWS

Common sense reveals that there is no correlation between self-respect and whether or not you show your tits on the internet or how many people you sleep with.

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02.16.13 ♥ 14526

cosmo tip #505

expertcosmotips:

if ur man’s into poetry, he’ll be real turned on if u tell him ur e.e. cumming during sexy time

02.16.13 ♥ 2174

specialcases:

reasons why i tag my shit:

  • it helps people who have certain things blacklisted
  • it keeps shit organized so i can find all my favorite things again
  • it helps people so they don’t get triggered by bad stuff
  • it tells people what the hell that movie/character/tv show is
  • it helps other people find shit on my blog
  • tumblr savior
  • so someone doesn’t have to see something that they don’t want to
  • because tumblr is a safe haven for a lot of people and it’s really frustrating to deal with bad shit
  • because it’s not that hard