If you think abortions ok, remember what Horton says.
Awkward. Dr. Seuss and his wife were really liberal and pro-choice. They’ve even threatened to sue pro-life organizations for using this quote the wrong way (the way you’re doing it actually). I guess you didn’t already know that Horton Hears a Who is about the American occupation of Japan post-WWII. He even dedicated it to his dear Japanese friend.
Mrs. Geisel (Mrs. Seuss) continued donating to Planned Parenthood and advocating for reproductive health and rights after her husband died.
FUCKING BOOM, BITCHES
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Usually I have something clever to say when a right-winger makes terrible victim-blaming statements like this, but Donald Trump has rendered me silent with astonishment. Sexual assaults in the military… are the fault of… the women who wanted to be in the military and the leaders who allowed them to do that? Because all men are just rapists waiting for an opportunity? Sexual assault is inevitable when men and women are together… so women are the ones who should have to leave? WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK. Remember when Fuckface von Clownstick thought he could be president? Donald Trump is the best argument against capitalism out there.
damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
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Man uses American flag to assault civil rights activist.
1976.American politics in one image.
Needed to reblog this
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It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.
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It’s that time of month again… you know what that means…
BEST DESCRIPTION OF A PERIOD I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE
I now understand women through a gifset. Thank you, Tumblr
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