Marina and the Diamonds - Radioactive (Acoustic)
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If owning a gun and knowing how to use it worked, the military would be the safest place for a woman. It’s not.
If women covering up their bodies worked, Afghanistan would have a lower rate of sexual assault than Polynesia. It doesn’t.
If not drinking alcohol worked, children would not be raped. They are.
If your advice to a woman to avoid rape is to be the most modestly dressed, soberest and first to go home, you may as well add “so the rapist will choose someone else”.
If your response to hearing a woman has been raped is “she didn’t have to go to that bar/nightclub/party” you are saying that you want bars, nightclubs and parties to have no women in them. Unless you want the women to show up, but wear kaftans and drink orange juice. Good luck selling either of those options to your friends.
Or you could just be honest and say that you don’t want less rape, you want (even) less prosecution of rapists.
When people scoff at the message that we need to teach people not to rape they make the assumption that the lesson goes: “Rape is bad. Don’t do it.” That is not what the lesson looks like. The lesson, once it is adopted, will be that every single person out there, regardless of any defining personal characteristics, is a human being of value, and with a right to make their own decisions about what bodily contact to have with others. There is nothing a person can do that makes them less deserving of that right. Violating any person’s right to control the when, what and who with of their sexual interactions is wrong. Do it and you will be punished, and you will deserve it.
N.B. While not all those who are raped are women, and not all rapists are men, much less rape apologists; rape prevention myths are always targeted at women, and this post reflects this. My language in the final paragraph is very consciously gender-neutral.
A Short Post on Rape Prevention (via stfuconservatives)
Cassi van den Dungen by Will Davidson for Vogue Australia April 2013
what I wouldn’t give to have that dress #mcqueenforever
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on Sunday I will officially finish my undergraduate career. I met the doctor January of my freshman year, spread the fever to my best friends and family, and now am going to be ridiculously proud to walk across that stage in my Whovian cap and claim my diploma in music ministry. I made it!
MY BFF RULES SHE IS THE QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE
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Meatpacking is the most dangerous job in America
Since the information about the migrant farm workers is going around, I encourage those of you who eat meat to take a look into the meatpacking industry as well.
Constant fear and risk is a prominent feature of the meat industry. It is one of the most dangerous jobs in America with 12.6 injuries/illnesses per 100 full-time meat packing plant employees in 2005, two times as high as the average for all U.S. manufacturing jobs. Workers face the risk of losing their jobs and even deportation if they are injured or try to exercise their rights to organize and improve work conditions. Many of these workers suffer severe, life-threatening and sometimes life-ending injuries that are predictable and preventable. Up to 30 percent of workers are undocumented immigrants, and 100 percent are being exploited.
While the labor of migrant farm workers is a human rights issue and should not be ignored, the meat industry is literally putting people’s lives in danger. If you care about migrant farm workers, you should care about meatpackers.
For unbiased sources, see the following.
United Food and Commercial Workers International Union
Transitioning to a vegan diet will help put an end to this abuse. See the vegan kit for help, and as always, my, and countless others’ ask boxes are open and I’d be happy to give you advice.
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Cosmarxpolitan, Issue 1
Is constant unceasing class warfare ruining your skin?
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shoutout to all the other ex-gifted & talented/honor student/straight a/senior editor/star student/99th percentile/once-creative burn-outs who have, since high school, realized they are truly miniscule fish in a giant, endless ocean, criticized themselves to the point of creative paralysis, and participated in so much self-sabotage they no longer see the point of doing anything at all because they’re just going to ruin it for themselves anyway
:)
this one’s for you
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