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for your viewing pleasure: waka flocka baking vegan blueberry muffins with raury

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c.1953

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When all-male gangs wouldn’t let them join, all-female “sukeban” gangs formed their own identities – starting with the uniform.

Between the layers of clothing, sukeban girls would conceal weapons – razors, chains and anything else that one ought to take a jot more seriously than a yo-yo. Indeed, the sukeban sisterhood rivalled their male equivalents for violence and crime: facing off with rival factions, punishing girls within their own group (e.g. for cheating with someone else’s boyfriend), or generally colouring suburban ennui with a splash of petty crime. What’s more, Yakuza-style levels of organisation meant that, at the subculture’s peak, the largest alliance had over 20,000 teenage girls sworn in.

They even inspired a series of exploitation-style movies, akin to the works of Russ Meyer. These movies bore titles like Delinquent Girl Boss, Girl Boss (Sukeban), and Terrifying Girls’ High School.

It continues today in the form of all-female bosozoku biker gangs:

As the expectations for young women to marry and settle continue to be a fact of life in Japan, so too has this all-girl outlaw subculture prevailed as an alternative narrative for young women. Today, you can spot them by their embellished and embroidered jumpsuits, floral tattoos, long manicured nails and bright pink, heavily stickered bikes.

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*it starts raining*

me: yes

*lighting appears*

me: yES

*thunders explode*

me: YES

*raining intensifies*

me: YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS

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I very aggressively want all girls to get out of unhealthy relationships with manipulative boys who make you think what they’re doing is totally normal and okay when it’s not. 

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James Bond asks for a drink

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I used to get mad when men would make jokes about how women’s periods make them irrational, but now I just remember that during Victorian times, a table’s legs were thought to arouse men so they invented table cloths to cover them up so men wouldn’t get erections during dinner

I might cry for no reason but at least I’ve never gotten a BONER for a fucking TABLE

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i hate when old people say tattoos are a waste of money like debra you have an entire cabinet dedicated to expensive plates nobody is allowed to use

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guy : so i was getting a glass of water (a glass is just a commonly used cylinder closed off on the bottom in order to hold liquids btw)

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did you hear about the italian chef who died?

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a sad truth of women in relationships; their silent tears in the bathroom, the lights off during sex, unspoken insecurities and questions; fear of being too loud too hysterical too clingy. try to fix themselves to fix the other person’s problems - if i am prettier, smarter, faster, better - try to erase themselves to avoid conflict. small terrible jealousies he does nothing to dispel - he likes her facebook profile picture even after you tell him she rips you open - small terrible compromises that are really just giving up. women who change the core of themselves, who quietly give up dreams for his successes and for his children, who ask for little more than somebody else doing the dishes and still get moaned at. women who are the backbone of their house and still only seen as a kitchen trophy, a maid, a ball and chain.

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millennial dreams: to have enough money for a 1 bedroom apartment, bills, and groceries. 

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me when feeling suspiciously relaxed: what responsibility have i forgotten