My uterus woke me with cramps so bad I can’t breathe (oh, hey pain, it’s been a while…kinda…thought…we were over?), subsequently, I missed my run and I have a court hearing in an hour that I do not want to go to. Meds better kick in soon.
“When I first got this role I just cried like a baby because I was like, “Wow, next Halloween, I’m gonna open the door and there’s gonna be a little kid dressed as the Falcon.” That’s the thing that always gets me. I feel like everybody deserves that. I feel like there should be a Latino superhero. Scarlett does great representation for all the other girls, but there should be a Wonder Woman movie. I don’t care if they make 20 bucks, if there’s a movie you’re gonna lose money on, make it Wonder Woman. You know what I mean, ’cause little girls deserve that.”—Anthony Mackie (via rexilla)
It’s 1am so I’m sorry for the people who won’t see this. But if you want confidence and don’t know how to get it, a really good way is to be confident in other people. When you walk into Starbucks, think, “damn, that barista’s hair is da bomb!” Or when you go to school, think, “my teacher is rocking that skirt!” When you start seeing everyone as being beautiful, at some point you realize that you’re everyone too.
Martin Luther King Jr once related a story that demonstrated just how accurate the Black woman was at assessing her location in the scheme of things and knowing how to handle herself wherever she was. He told us about an older Black woman who had worked for a white woman in Alabama.
First as her laundress, then as her maid, then as her cook and finally as her housekeeper. After 40 years, the Black woman retired but she would go to visit her former employer occasionally. On one visit, her employer had friends over for lunch. When the employer was told the Lilian Taylor was in the kitchen, she sent for her. Lilian went into the livingroom and greeted all the women. Some of whom she had known since their childhoods.
The white woman said Lilian I know you’ve heard of the bus boycott. Lilian said yes ma’am I’ve heard of it. The white woman said, well I want to know, what do you think of it? Are you supporting it? Lilian said no ma’am not one bit. Not one little iota and I won’t let none of mine support it either. The white woman said, I knew you’d be sensible Lilian. I just knew it in my bones. Lilian said yes ma’am I won’t touch that bus boycott.
You know my son took me to live with him and his family. He won’t let me even lift a finger and he works for the power company way across town from our house. I told him, Charles don’t you have anything to do with that bus boycott. You walk to work. Stay all the way out of that bus boycott. And my grandchildren, they go to school all the way over on the East Side. I told them the same thing. Don’t have anything to do with that boycott. You walk to school. And even today, when I wanted to come over and visit you, I got a lady from my church to bring me. I wasn’t going to touch that bus boycott, sure wasn’t.
The room has become quiet and Lilian Taylor said, I know you have plenty help now but do you want me to bring you all some more coffee? She went to the kitchen and was followed by the white woman’s daughter. Who asked her, Lilian why do you treat my Mother like that? Why not just come out and say you support the boycott? Lilian said, honey, when you have your head in the lion’s mouth, you don’t snatch it out. You reach up and tickle him behind his ears and you draw your head out gradually.
Every Black woman in this country has her head in a lion’s mouth.
sometimes i picture imaginary arguments with people and i think aboutwhat i would say in response to certain points and i get so heated until like 5 minutes later when i realize that the argument isnt actually happening
Pretty much every conversation I’ve ever had was first practiced, edited and rehashed in my head.
Somewhat related: My sister and I were discussing this in the realm of men-stalking-you-in-order-to-“compliment”-you. She had two guys follow her home honking at her until she stopped so they could tell her how gorgeous she was. They were black guys. We think, overall, more black guys have done this to us than white guys. And yet, I’m far, far more afraid when it is white guys, because it feels like they have the expectation that their ham handed overtures deserve a positive response, whereas the black guys just have poor boundaries.
Leah Green goes undercover to see how unsuspecting men react to sexist situations experienced by women – but this time perpetrated by a female
I quite like this. But it misses out one fundamental thing.
The situations in this video never escalate. Causal sexism is a daily encounter for almost every woman. But what about causal sexist violence. Like if a guy said to a girl “those trousers would look better on my floor” and a girl replied “I don’t think so” the situation more often than not escalates, to calling the woman a slut or a whore or a bitch, or becoming hostile and threatening.
This video doesn’t show why it’s truly terrifying to live in a world that promotes sexism, because refusal to buy into it can and will end in violence.
“The Myth of Bootstraps goes something like this: I never got any help from anyone. I achieved my American Dream all on my own, through hard work. I got an education, I saved my money, I worked hard, I took risks, and I never complained or blamed anyone else when I failed, and every time I fell, I picked myself up by my bootstraps and just worked even harder. No one helped me.
This is almost always a lie.
There are vanishingly few people who have never had help from anyone—who never had family members who helped them, or friends, or colleagues, or teachers.
Who never benefited from government programs that made sure they had electricity, or mail, or passable roads, or clean drinking water, or food, or shelter, or healthcare, or a loan.
Who never had any kind of privilege from which they benefited, even if they didn’t actively try to trade on it.
Who never had an opportunity they saw as luck which was really someone, somewhere, making a decision that benefited them.
Who never had friends to help them move, so they didn’t have to pay for movers. Who never inherited a couch, so they didn’t have to pay for a couch. Who never got hand-me-down clothes from a cousin, so their parents could afford piano lessons. Who never had shoes that fit and weren’t leaky, when the kid down the street didn’t.
What sign are u? How do u get beneath a Scorpios tough exterior????
I’m an Aquarius. Just be yourself. All the Scorpios I know can see right through the fake shit and the bullshit. If you can’t just be you around a Scorpio, then pick another sign. Scorpios know exactly what they want so if they don’t seem interested, it’s bc they’re not. You can’t force it.
"For his audition for Prince Hans (from Frozen) he sang a cover of "I Feel Pretty" from the musical West Side Story, though had altered lyrics, turning the song into a self-centered, narcisistic, yet funny chant.” [x]
THEY SHOULD HAVE PUT THIS IN THE MOVIE AS HIS VILLAIN SONG, OMG HANS.
Some things you should understand about extroverts
1. We have feelings and they are capable of being hurt. It always seems like introverts act like they have a monopoly on feelings. Hey, guess what? When you exclude me, or ignore me, I think you don’t like me, and it hurts my feelings!
2. Just because I am capable of throwing a huge party at the drop of a hat doesn’t mean all those people are my FRIENDS. You can tell who your friends are by who includes you in their life, and it comes as a painful shock sometimes to realize a relationship is one-sided.
3. I do not like to force myself on people, and I’m SUPER sensitive about people’s receptiveness to my friendship, to the point where I won’t make a friendship move unless I’m sure the other person is all in. This might be a result of being burned in the past, and not a universal extrovert thing, though.
I don’t know…I’m feeling a bit unloved and unincluded these days.
I have SO MANY hippie friends who do #5 all the goddamn time, and it REALLY pisses me off, because, like, my TV has a first name (it’s Oliver), and we’re super tight.
And the #4 one pisses me off too, because my best friend has Celiac disease, and literally CAN’T have gluten, but because of all the trendsters, no one takes it seriously when she says, “I can’t have gluten.” NO SERIOUSLY. SHE CAN’T! The rest of you just don’t want it. Try to get the distinction.
“He may love you. He probably does. He probably thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.”—(via deltasfinest)