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thereinthe-vacancy · 4 days
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It’s not Nara Smith who bothers me, it’s the people who suddenly develop an allergy to critical thinking the moment anyone points out that she’s a tradwife influencer.
Many people get aggressively defensive when you point out that she’s making money off of her TikTok account and selling a curated image. When people defend their uncritical consumption of her (and other influencers) content, they’ll talk about it as though her TikTok account is merely a hobby that shows her everyday life. They’ll say that we should respect her right to choose that lifestyle and that it just so happens to win her popularity and monetary gain.
“But feminism is about choice isn’t it? What ever happened to letting people enjoy things?”
No, feminism isn’t about choice and that’s why you learn about the harmful consequences of choice feminism in literally any introductory gender studies course. That mindset does absolutely nothing except uphold the status quo and discourage thinking critically about our choices and the societal factors that influenced them.
It’s no coincidence that this particular image of a beautiful, visibly affluent young woman with three young children is gaining popularity in our current political and cultural climate. It’s no coincidence that more and more influencers are buying into this specific image of the homemaking wife while obscuring the invisible labour that goes into such a task. It’s not surprising that in a time where women’s economic anxieties are growing, that the leisurely affluent lifestyle of an influencer homemaker is becoming increasingly popular.
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thereinthe-vacancy · 1 month
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I don't have anyone to really talk to. All I get from my family is
- pull it together
- stop crying
- suffering is a choice
- no one cares about your trauma/pain/sadness except yourself
- everyone, including your school, has moved on but you
- i'm tired of hearing it
- i'm sick of hearing it
I wish that I would drop dead
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thereinthe-vacancy · 1 month
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there's two wolves inside you: one has an ED and the other is a stoner, they're constantly at battle
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thereinthe-vacancy · 8 months
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― Maggie Nelson, Bluets
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thereinthe-vacancy · 8 months
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Your body is literally the ideal for me. I wish you the best.
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5 more kilos of fat and I'll be pretty
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thereinthe-vacancy · 8 months
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@_birdasaurus
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thereinthe-vacancy · 8 months
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@_birdasaurus
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thereinthe-vacancy · 8 months
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Maybe I am cursed with too much memory. Maybe I write these letters as a way of forgetting. I watch the nicotine stains on my fingernails grow out as the nail grows out, and I think to myself that by the time the yellow splotches reach the tip, I will be over this. They do and I am not and I smoke more and my nails are stained.
– Michael Martone, from “Dear John,” Alive and Dead in Indiana: Stories (Alfred A. Knopf, 1984)
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thereinthe-vacancy · 9 months
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Fuck a birthday.
I could never celebrate being brought into this hell against my will and being stuck in it for another year.
A life of suffering, heartbreak and fear doesn't deserve a celebration from me.
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thereinthe-vacancy · 9 months
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Yes. At the age of 22, having gone through the recovery gauntlet, this is accurate.
trying to recover is great and all until the final pressing moment when you realise youve become the disgusting fat parody of yourself you always thought you were, and now you have to go back to the vice that is an eating disorder to delay how badly you want to kill youself to try avoid the person youve become, because you would rather die than be fat
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thereinthe-vacancy · 9 months
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thereinthe-vacancy · 9 months
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Ah yes, the end result of a severe traumatic event that essentially murdered what little self-esteem I had managed to gather: the return of my eating disorder.
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thereinthe-vacancy · 9 months
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the biggest betrayal was giving us humans the ability to dream
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thereinthe-vacancy · 9 months
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childhood is anorexia, adulthood is orthorexia (socially accepted dysfunction)
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thereinthe-vacancy · 1 year
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it feels cruel to bring someone into this
I want to be loved, and sometimes I do think I deserve love, but I would never date someone with all the problems that I have. I wouldn’t recommend people to date someone like me. I have a lot of traumas and disorders and have been broken so many times. I’m a problem.
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thereinthe-vacancy · 3 years
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crying in the shower to jarvis cocker and hating myself. another day in the life.
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thereinthe-vacancy · 3 years
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i know i’ll never get married because the thought of someone seeing my body naked disgusts and horrifies me in ways beyond belief
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