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Nike and Serena Williams sent a powerful message about ‘crazy’ women during the 2019 Oscars. What a powerful commercial! Wow! Love it

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I periodically feel so fucking sad for women in history. I feel like birth control in countries where it is widely used has made women forget an aspect of male cruelty and sociopathy that is now less apparent (giving the illusion that men have improved when only women’s defences against men have)—the fact that for most of history men could live with a woman for decades and not care that they were slowly killing her with endless back-to-back pregnancies which not only resulted in early death more often than not, but also in a total smothering of the woman’s spirit and talents. I saw a quote by Anne Boyer the other day that called straight relationships for women “not only deadly, but deadening”—as I was reading Jill Lepore’s Book of Ages, a biography of Benjamin Franklin’s sister Jane, who was bright and loved reading and wrote some poetry, but had little time to make anything of her life in between her 12 pregnancies. Benjamin Franklin’s mother had 10 sons and 7 daughters. What could they possibly accomplish when their husbands kept impregnating them year after year after year throughout their entire adult life? 

Charlotte Brontë eschewed marriage longer than most (writing to Ellen Nussey that she wished they could just set up a little cottage and live together) but she finally married at 38, became pregnant, and died before her 39th birthday. If she had married younger would Jane Eyre exist? I was reading that biography of Charity & Sylvia last month and comparing their life together in their little cottage to the life of their married female relatives, which was honestly hell on earth. One of Charity’s sisters had 18 children. Charity’s mother had 10 living ones, and probably some additional stillbirths. She gave birth to her first child age 19, in 1758, then to a pair of twins in 1760, then another child in 1761, another in 1763, another in 1765, another in 1767, another in 1769, another in 1771, another in 1774, another in 1777. Charity was the last child and her mother had been sick with tuberculosis for months when she became pregnant with her, and she died soon after giving birth.

I wish people would call this murder—this woman was murdered by her husband, like countless other women who do not ‘count’ as victims of male violence because straight sex is natural, pregnancy is natural, childbirth is natural. But when after 20 years of nonstop pregnancies this woman had tuberculosis and suffered from severe respiratory distress, severe weight loss, fever and exhaustion, and her husband impregnated her again, her death was expected. He must have known; he just didn’t care. This woman’s sister—Charity’s aunt—remained a spinster and outlived all of her married sisters by several decades, living well into her eighties. (Ironically, male doctors in her century asserted that sex with men was necessary for women’s health. The biographer quoted from a popular home health guide which said that old maids incurred grievous physical harm from a lack of sex with men.) And this aunt had the time and liberty to develop her skill for embroidery to such an extent that two museums still preserve her embroidered bed drapes. She accomplished something, she nurtured her talent and self. Her name was also Charity, and I find it interesting that Charity’s mother named her last daughter, whose pregnancy & birth killed her, after her childless, unmarried sister.

When I see women reblog my post about Sophia Tolstoy’s misery with her 13 children, adding comments like “thank god marriage is no longer synonymous with this”, I wonder if they realise that men have not magically become any kinder or more concerned about their female partner’s health and fulfillment, it’s just that women now have access to better ways of protecting themselves from their male partner’s indifference to their health and fulfillment.

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i’m officially in remission!!!!

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He passed away unfortunately. It truly broke my heart. People need to stop talking down on homeless people and be a bit more compassionate.

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Watch: Faith’s school lectured girls about makeup and “sexy selfies,” so she shut them all the way down.

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THE ONLY WALL THAT DESERVES ATTENTION GOING INTO 2019

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Anyone else only in their 20s but feel like they are running out of time to get their life together??

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HIGH SCHOOLERS ‼️‼️ COMMUNITY COLLEGE IS OKAY!!

Please don’t ever let anyone shame you for attending.

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the only thing i knew about sex at the age of nine was that

1) it was for mommies and daddies who were married;

2) it made me, my five year old sister, and my baby brother.

i learned everything i knew about sex from the internet while secretly browsing grownup sites on my 4th generation ipod touch i earned for doing so well at a piano recital. because of the nature of, you know, men and their internet porn, i learned that my sexual role as a woman was to be slapped and pissed on and tied up. i didn’t know what healthy sex was. i didn’t know it should be mutually consensual, or that it was okay to want sex with girls. i didn’t know that sex should be good for both people. i learned that sex would hurt, and that sex was about men and men only, and that i would be forced into sex whether i liked it or not, and that it was normal to have sex with big, burly, grown men as a teenager. i learned it was normal to cry during sex. i was scared of sex for so many years because of that, and the way i was exposed to sex at a young age led to the inappropriate and traumatic sexual encounters i had (occasionally with older people) later on in my teen years.

the day i got my first period, i was ten-and-a-half. i was swimming in the river with my best friend, and when i got out to go to the bathroom, i noticed brown blood on the inside of my mint-green tankini bottom. i knew what a period was, but i hid it from my mother in shame. she found out, eventually, of course. she told me, you have a woman’s body now, and if you have sex, you could have a baby. all i heard was, you have a woman’s body.

i started shaving my vulva when i was eleven, because i saw memes on memegenerator about how disgusting “hairy pussy” was. i wanted to be sexy. i was eleven years old, and all i wanted was to be sexy. it hurt, and it itched, and it made me uncomfortable, and i’d sometimes nick my labia with the razor, but i did it anyway, because i didn’t want to have a nasty, “hairy pussy.”

eleven was the age i first started getting pinched on the EL. i was an early bloomer: i had B-cup breasts already, and my menstrual cycle was regular enough that i could keep a calendar. i started wearing a full face of makeup to school and buying shorts that rode all the way up my skinny twelve-year-old thighs. i remember the day i stopped jumping off the swings the summer after fifth grade. skinned knees weren’t sexy. smooth, flawless legs were sexy, and i was a sexy girl. i was probably the sexiest little girl in the whole world. my parents hated it. they told me i was too young, but i knew the truth. my body was older, maybe 17 or 18, so my brain must be, too.

when i was twelve, i had a secret kik account that my parents didn’t know about. i used it to message strangers. i made all sorts of friends. i wasn’t stupid. i used a fake name. never showed my face. one of my friends asked me for a bra picture. i was a cool girl, right, i was sexy, so i sent him a picture of me in front of my bedroom mirror in my little white training bra with the blue butterflies.

sexy, he said.

that was all i wanted.

i’m not typing out all this bullshit because i think it’s something special. i’m typing it out because it’s not. i’m typing it out because i see the same thing happening to my little sister. i’m typing it out because i see the same thing happening to that little millie bobbie brown, sexiest actress at thirteen. i’m typing it out because i’m sixteen years old now, a girl in the eyes of the law and a woman in the eyes of men.

mothers, talk to your daughters. tell them to jump off the swingset and skin their knees. tell them to get dirt on their dresses. tell them that they’re a woman on their 18th birthday, not at ten-and-a-half on the first day of their menstrual cycle. the world is confused. the world is sick. if your daughters don’t hear about how to treat their bodies from you, they’ll hear it from the sick, sick world, and they’ll do the things i did.

let girls be girls.

don’t force womanhood on little girls.

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Reblog if you ARE a woman in STEM, SUPPORT women in STEM, or ARE STILL BITTER about Rosalind Franklin not getting credit for discovering the structure of DNA and the Nobel prize going to Watson and Crick instead.

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Are you sure?

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This incredible invention is keeping girls in school

For Trinitas Kunashe, like many girls in Malawi, getting her period was unexpected, unexplained and a burden for her everyday life. Often, girls who do not have access to pads prefer to stay home and out of school for the duration of their periods.

But Trinitas is changing that with her amazing new invention:

Made from bright and comfortable locally-sourced fabrics, Tina Pads are a hit amongst girls in her community. They are waterproof, practical and fun – and most importantly reusable.

Determined to make sure no girl is forced to miss school because of her period, Trinitas is a passionate believer in the power of education to change lives.

#SheWill Succeed

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I literally just bought a mug that said 'don't drink and derive' with Einstein on it -intj

INTJ goes shopping

Fi: Do we like it?

Te: We don’t need it.

Ni: Will we buy it??

Se: YESSS

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Watch: Kristen Bell opens up about the mental health double standard and how she manages her own struggle.

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heyy i'm entp girl and i really like your blog ;) i can relate so well. what amazing the most is your post about intj, i never meet one before. how do i spot them?

I’m pretty sure I’ve done one of these posts before, but after having dated an INTJ for over a year, I’m more of an expert now, so here we go:

How to Spot an INTJ:

They are reallllyyy confident and act like they’re absolutely fine all the time. They can have several crippling mental illnesses or just gotten dumped and they’ll still act like a king/queen. 

They are highly routinized. They may not act like what you think a J would act like on the surface; their rooms can be messes and their appearances can be tussled, but their routines and schedules are usually completely organized and it’s hard to get them to change their plans. You’ll likely notice their lives revolve around this routine if you know them well enough.

They’re quiet until they hear someone say something interesting, and then they are loud. Unlike the majority of their INTP counterparts, INTJs can do just fine being the center of attention–for short periods of time. They own that spotlight in debates and they will not pass up an opportunity to let everyone know that they know all

Look for weird jokes and twisted humor….but at the same time, a secret love of cute things. 

They always have a book with them. It’s so weird.

When online, they’re learning. Whether it’s watching an educational video or reading the news, they’re soaking up that new data. Unless they’re watching The Office…but that’s a different story

Not a ton of thought into appearance. In my experience, it takes a lot of conscious effort for an INTJ to change their wardrobe to be trendy and fashionable. They’ve probably been wearing the same types of clothes for yearssss. The INTJ males I’ve met usually wear t-shirts, running shoes, cargos/jeans, and loosely style their hair. The females tend to wear glasses/headbands/hair ties, few vibrant colors, and own maybe 2 pairs of shoes. 

This isn’t universal, obviously, just what I’ve observed. 

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MBTI Statistics

Have you ever been bored on a Tuesday evening just sitting around and thinking to yourself, “Boy, I sure wish I had a shit ton of random MBTI-related charts, statistics, and surveys to look at”? SAY NO MORE, FAM. I have compiled here for you today the world’s finest assortment of completely useless MBTI-related data, all for your viewing (and procrastinating) pleasure. Enjoy!

1. MBTI by gender distribution 

2. MBTI by sexual orientation

3. MBTI by political affiliation

4. MBTI by Hogwarts House

5. MBTI by zodiac sign

6. MBTI by household income

7. MBTI by percentage of males per type

8. A random assortment of MBTI statistics

9. MBTI by enneagram correlation

10. MBTI by alignment

11.  MBTI by intellectual giftedness

12. MBTI and whatever this is

13. MBTI by type compatibility

14. MBTI by type of abuse survivors

15. MBTI types of stay-at-home parents

16. MBTI type of polled therapists

17. MBTI type of librarians

18. MBTI type by unemployment status

19. MBTI type by instinctual variant

20. MBTI type by correlation to psychopathy

21. MBTI by happiness level

22. MBTI by temperament

23. MBTI by philosophical alignment

Enjoy, data hogs!

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