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I like thrifting and burritos.

Best part of my job lately has been a girl calling to schedule with her voice all shakey and her tone all wishy washy and tap dance-y and by the end of the phone call their voice is stronger and their tone is more relaxed.

Heh heh heh

Heh heh heh

Even at age twelve I could tell that Jimmy Carter was an honest man trying to address complicated issues and Ronald Reagan was a brilcreemed salesman telling people what they wanted to hear. I secretly wept on the stairs the night he was elected President, because I understood that the kind of shitheads I had to listen to in the cafeteria grew up to become voters, and won. I spent the eight years he was in office living in one of those science-fiction movies where everyone is taken over by aliens—I was appalled by how stupid and mean-spirited and repulsive the world was becoming while everyone else in America seemed to agree that things were finally exactly as they should be. The Washington Press corps was so enamored of his down-to-earth charm that they never checked his facts, but if you watched his face when it was at rest, when he wasn’t performing for anyone, you could see him for what he really was—a black-eyed, slit-mouthed, lizard-faced old son-of-a-bitch. He was a bad actor, an informer for McCarthy, and a hired front man for a gang of Texas oilmen, fundamentalist dingbats, and right-wing psychotics out of Dr. Strangelove. He put a genial face on chauvanism, callousness, and greed, and made people feel good about being bigots again. He likened Central American death squads to our founding fathers and called the Taliban “freedom fighters.” His legacy includes the dismantling of Franklin Roosevelt’s New Deal, the final dirty win of Management over Labor, the outsourcing of America’s manufacturing base, the embezzlement of almost all the country’s wealth by 1% of its citizens, the scapegoating of the poor and black, the War on Drugs, the eviction of schizophrenics into the streets, AIDS, acid rain, Iran-Contra, and, let’s not forget, the corpses of two hundred forty United States Marines. He moved the center of political discourse in this country to somewhere in between Richard Nixon and Augusto Pinochet. He believed in astrology and Armageddon and didn’t know the difference between history and movies; his stories were lies and his jokes were scripted. He was the triumph of image over truth, paving the way for even more vapid spokesmodels like George W. Bush. He was, as everyone agrees, exactly what he appeared to be—nothing. He made me ashamed to be an American. If there was any justice in this world his Presidential Library would contain nothing but boys’ adventure books and bad cowboy movies, and the only things named after him would be shopping malls and Potter’s Fields. Let the earth where he is buried be seeded with salt.

The Pain (via azspot)

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Tearing up before 9am because a patient was so happy her Medicaid finally came through.

nice-wig-janis:

heres comes honey boo boo is actually the best show

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At one point in my life, I was crying all the time. I would drive around singing to certain albums over and over. Now, sometimes when I am singing along to these songs, my muscle memory kicks in and I will start crying all over again. 

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fripperiesandfobs:

Top: Mme. Moitessier by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres, 1856

Bottom Left: Evening dress ca. 1860, from the Kent State University Museum

Bottom Middle: Evening dress worn by Queen Victoria, 1855, from the Royal Collection via gogmsite

Bottom Right: Evening dress ca. 1855, from the Kyoto Costume Institute

prettycolors:

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prettycolors:

#e1fff3

abystle:

Le Char de la Mort (detail), Théophile Schuler, 1848.

abystle:

Le Char de la Mort (detail), Théophile Schuler, 1848.

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Please don’t call yourself a feminist if you approve of BDSM.

angelinevoltair:

ihaveabsolutelynoidea:

cynically-colorblind:

It’s one of the most misogynist things out there.

dictating how a woman chooses to express herself sexually is misogynistic

it’s also misogynistic to assume that all women undertake a sub position 

it’s also heterosexist to assume that all bdsm is heterosexual

I have been seeing this argument on my dash a lot lately. This is sex positive/liberal vs. sex negative/radical feminism in a nut shell. Can we all please start recognizing this as discourse and treating it as such. I am so fucking sick of seeing this conversation over and over.
I belive that a woman cannot enjoy problematic sexual practices outside of patriarchy. I’m all about ladies being sexually satisfied. It is very important for a feminist to be able to deconstruct her sexual preferences and educate herself on why these could be problematic. She should also educate her partners on such matters and weed out those who don’t get it. Another reason that I am a sex negative feminist is because unfortunately, not all women have the chance to talk to a partner about problematic sexual practices before something bad happens.

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