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If your job is suddenly paying for sick leave or your city is halting evictions and utility shutdowns because of coronavirus, just remember: they could always have done this, they just don’t give a shit unless people are quite literally dying by the thousands. It’s good these things are happening but we should also ask why it took a literal pandemic to create the changes progressives have been asking for (and been being told are impossible) for decades.

#coronavirus #demandchange #itwasalwayspossible

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If you are outside India, I am practically begging you to reblog this

Last week India passed a blatantly anti-Muslim law that seeks to naturalise millions of immigrants, except if they are Muslims.

In August of this year, India revoked the autonomous status of the Kashmir region, putting a communication blackout on the state. Kashmir has entered the fifth month of no internet and heaviest militarisation of any region in the world.

India is a secular, socialist republic. This bill is anti-constitutional and against the principles on which the country was founded

Naturally, there have been protests across the country. At the forefront of the protests are students from India's public universities.

Police opened fire on peaceful protestors in Jamia Milia Islamia University in Delhi, and Aligarh Muslim University in Uttar Pradesh.

Ever since then, the ruling fascist Hindu nationalist political party, the BJP, has been doctoring videos and sending fake news all over the internet, discrediting protestors and labelling them as terrorists

India has already seen too much religious violence, please please signal boost this, call your representatives, make them aware, get them to make statements. The only thing India and its dictator Modi care about is its image abroad

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Never fucking trust a company. 

My dumb ass just spent a year working ridiculously hard, picking up a ton of extra (unpaid!) tasks, and being the best goddamn employee you could possibly imagine, all because my boss promised that if I did I could have the next job that opened that was a level up from my current position.

Someone a level up from me is leaving. Three months ago when we found out they gave me EVEN MORE extra work, to “train me for that job *wink wink*” and today they told me “actually, never mind, we’re just going to redistribute that person’s job across the office and make other people do that work for free, instead of giving you the job we promised. You’re a great employee, we don’t want to lose you, but we’d like you to continue working super hard and maybe next time we’ll start paying you what you’re worth.”

Fuck every company ever. Burn them all down. 

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things i learned in my twenties

My boyfriend asks for help all the time, and I always do whatever I can to be there for him, because I care about him and if I can do anything to make his life easier or better I want to do it. I, on the other hand, default to doing everything myself, even when it’s hard. It never even occurs to me that I could just ask him to lend a hand.

I grew up with this weird idea that when people really love you they understand you perfectly, can anticipate your needs, and will always be ready to provide whatever you need at any given moment. That, I thought, was true love. 

But looking back, that was just a reaction to growing up in an environment where asking for anything was frowned upon and where adults didn’t pay enough attention to kids to notice even really obvious problems. People should pay attention to others and keep an eye out to offer help if they think someone’s struggling, but expecting someone to read your mind is obviously ridiculous. That’s a horribly unreal expectation to put on anyone, and as an adult it’s taking a lot of work to learn to be vulnerable and ask for what I need, and to remind myself that I don’t get to be angry at someone for not giving me what I want when I didn’t tell them that I wanted it. 

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update: he’s been my boyfriend for 6 months. he’s still wrong about breakfast, but otherwise he’s pretty great. 

i’m fighting with a guy on tinder about whether pancakes or waffles are better and he thinks this is cute and flirty but i’m not kidding he’s pancake loving scum and i will eviscerate him

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I took the day off work because I’m sick and I’ve never done this before and it feels weird?? Like, I know this is what people do, but also, I’m uncomfortable? I’m so used to killing myself for the grind and thinking that any time off is self-indulgent or weak that taking time off to take care of my health feels wrong. I’ve worked through all kinds of health issues because I “couldn’t let down the team” or because I “had responsibilities to the job,” but, like, realistically, any business would straight up fire me if they thought they could make more profit without me. The minute they find a way to automate my job duties I’m fucked. They don’t care about me, so why am I killing myself to care about them? I shouldn’t have to work when I’m sick, and I shouldn’t feel guilty about taking care of myself. I’ve been in bed for like 20 hours, watching youtube and taking meds. My job isn’t getting done and I’m not being productive, and that’s fine. I’m not going to feel bad about this. 

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every few weeks i get really insecure and sad and worried that nobody likes me and all the good things in my life are going to disappear because i’m a miserable failure, and every single time i spend 3 days feeling like shit until my period starts and i realize i’m not a failure, just hormonal. this has been happening for literally half of my life, and it fools me every. fucking. time. 

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Important truth

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I just spent an hour watching Elizabeth Warren announce her presidential campaign and I’m literally sat here crying about economics because it feels like someone’s finally ready to put in the work to change the system and redistribute power in this country. It feels like hope. 

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You know what I’m really fucking tired of? Racist, xenophobic men using women as a cover for their bigotry. The whole narrative of “we need a wall because immigrants will rape our wives and daughters” is such fucking bullshit. 

First of all, let’s just get one thing out of the way: men who say this aren’t worried about all women being safe. They’re specifically concerned that white women will be raped by brown men. They don’t give a shit about the safety of black and brown women. You can tell because of the way they talk about it. They say they don’t want “those people” coming to rape “our women.” Immigrants are “those people” because they’re not white, and “our” women are sure as hell not women of color. 

So now we’re clear, the claim is that they want to protect nice delicate white girls from violent predators. But even that falls apart when you do even the tiniest bit of critical thinking. I’m the delicate white girl they’re trying to protect. I’ve expressed, repeatedly, what I need to be protected from violent men. I need accountability for men who hurt women, I need men to check their friends, I need a society where the laws and social norms are designed to promote equality, so I’m not seen as less than human and therefor a suitable victim for some fucking asshole. I say this a lot. And no man I’ve ever met has lifted a finger to make it happen. 

But open up a discussion about immigration and suddenly they’re all in absolute fits to protect me, with a wall and tear gas and a bunch of fear-mongering. I tell people about the white men who’ve groped me and no one bats an eye. I rant about the American Christian prep-school white boys who’ve yelled at me on the street and made me feel unsafe in school. No one wants to wall those men out. I discuss the creepy old men who’ve followed me around grocery stores and out to my car and no one makes a move to stop them. 

As a woman, I’m always aware of how unsafe it is to walk around in my body. I live with that knowledge every day. It dictates where I go and what I do. I am intimately aware of the risk of rape and violence. And, it should be noted, I’m a straight cis white woman. It’s so much worse for black girls and trans girls and girls who love girls. I’m crushed by the weight of my knowledge every day but I’m also acutely aware of the fact that many other women face even worse odds of getting through life unharmed by men. 

So, knowing all this, and having articulated, repeatedly, in great detail, what it feels like to be a woman in society and what would make me feel safer, and having been ignored at all turns by the men in my life, it fucking burns me up when they suddenly become protective of me as a justification for their racism and xenophobia. If they don’t care about protecting all women, of all races, they don’t care about me. If they don’t care about protecting us from all predators, even the ones who don’t look like “others,” then they don’t care about me. 

The wall is a racist policy made by a racist to get other racists to vote for him. It’s not about women’s safety and it’s not about protecting anyone but the old white men who want it built. 

#rant

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Tagging Game

Rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better.

Tagged by: @whatreallyareyousure

Nickname: I don’t have one

Zodiac: Aquarius (but like who cares?)

Height: 5"3 ish, maybe a little taller, idk. 

Last movie I saw: Mary Queen of Scots (not as good as I expected tbh)

Last thing I googled: Heston Blumenthal (I was watching Bake Off and he came up lol)

Favourite Musician: Oof, too many options. Lady Gaga, probably. Or the 1975.

Song stuck in my head: Shallow, from A Star is Born, has been stuck in my head for months. I’m not complaining. 

Other blogs: Nope, just the one.

Do i get asks: No, but like, send me some 

Following: 97

Amount of sleep: I basically slept all day because it’s the weekend and I forgot to drink coffee and my caffeine addicted ass can’t function without it, but normally like 6-8 hours

Lucky number: Umm, idk, 51?

What i’m wearing: bathrobe and slippers

Dream job: Writer, or maybe a professor

Dream trip: The moon. 

Favourite food: Pasta of any kind

Play any instruments: Classical piano

Languages: English, and a smattering of high school Spanish, plus Latin, if we’re counting the dead ones

Favourite songs: Marry the Night, Somebody Else, Paris, Loudspeaker, Judas, I’ll Never Love Again, Liability

Random Fact: I’m obsessed with Bon Apetite’s youtube videos. I can’t stop watching.

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: The black and white of the 1975′s first album, winged eyeliner, earbuds always in, cursive handwriting in a cheap notebook

I tag: @jodiewhittaker @wirginia-voolf @raggedywhittaker @youngwarlock @halfprincesshalfgoddess

I’m tired of tagging people I’ve given up

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When I was in a job I hated I couldn’t eat or sleep and I dropped a ton of weight incredibly quickly. It was distressing for me, because I knew it wasn’t healthy, but all people could do was compliment it. They didn’t care that I had enormous dark circles under my eyes, or that I was mentally fucked up from all the stress and misery. They saw “thinner” and thought “better.” When I finally left that job I forced myself to eat normally, and I knew I would gain back the weight. When I did gain it back I was happy, because my brain and body were healthy again, but a tiny part of my brain, a tiny, unwelcome part, still thinks about how people treated me differently when I was thinner, and a tiny part of me misses it. And I hate that I miss it. 

Don’t fucking comment on people’s weight gain or loss. You don’t know the backstory and no one asked for your opinion.

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2018 was one of the hardest but also maybe the best years of my life. I started out miserable, mentally and physically a mess, wanting nothing more than to change my life. And then I did. 

I left the job that made me unhappy, spent months off contemplating every aspect of my life and identity, and found a new job that’s not perfect, but that lets me live the kind of life I want and need to be living. 

I met someone who’s funny and kind and who makes my life more interesting and entertaining than it’s ever been. I spent New Years Eve next to him and for the first time in my life I was happy going forward into a new year. 

I spent 2018 becoming the kind of person I’ve always wanted to be. I’m trying to drop the irony and cynicism and be more vulnerable with other people. I’m volunteering my time for causes I care about because I want to take an active role in making the world a better place. I’ve stopped putting up barriers between myself and other people and suddenly I’m forming meaningful relationships that improve my life. I’m working to be a more kind person. 

I don’t go in for resolutions but this is the energy I’m taking with me into 2019. I’m going to be kinder, more honest, and more myself than I’ve ever been. 

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Quick reminder/note to self: You don’t have to be nice to people who treat you poorly “because they’re family,” “to keep the peace,” or “because it’s the holidays.” You have every right to protect yourself and not spend time with people who hurt you. Your well-being is important, even at the holidays.

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I just spent an hour laying in bed in the dark listening to A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships through headphones and all I’ve got to say is that I couldn’t be more in love.

#the 1975 #a brief inquiry into online relationships #new album