I’m a self-proclaimed realist who, somewhere along the line, inadvertently became a hopeless romantic…
I just read your article on being the feminist ted mosby. I admit, that I am a feminist ted mosby as well. I don't think I'm confused though. I think you can be a feminist and someone who wants love without an issue. It's just about encountering the right person that has the values you are looking for. Also, as far as literature goes you should read Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte and Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Good classics with forward-thinking female leads.
AnonymousNow, when my new partners ask me how many people I have been with, I answer honestly: “I don’t know”. Yes, I could go back and count, but I don’t have a mental tally going. I don’t lay in bed with a sexual partner feeling guilty because I have another number to add to my tally, nor do I feel proud because I have another number to add to my tally.
So my 13 y/o brother is on Xbox Live with his friends in the other room and the past 20 minutes I’ve heard him say
- Dude why do you use gay as an insult?
- You guys are fucking sexist, this is why I’m the only one of us who has a girlfriend
- Wow that wasn’t racist or anything
- No seriously gay does not mean stupid
- BOOMSHOT!!!!!!!!!!
SO PROUD
I recently read an article in the Globe and Mail about the rise of ethical porn. The article discussed feminist pornographer Tristan Taormino’s “new” take on the genre. Taormino discusses that the films made in her studios are planned just like movies: stars read a pre-written script…
This is why I still have faith in humanity.
It’s so easy to watch the news and feel like everyone in the world is awful and the ratio of Suckage to Awesomesauce is very much in favour of Suckage. And yes, there is a whole lot of Suckage; it’s an unfortunately undeniable fact. But every once in awhile (or maybe more than we think), someone goes out of their way to contribute to the Awesomesauce. Kudos to those people.
Sometimes we don’t learn from our mistakes. Sometimes we’ve no choice but to walk away. Trying to break my heart? Well, it’s broke. Trying to hang me high? Well, I’m choked. Won’t it rain on me? Well, I’m soaked, soaked to the skin.
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