I read several dozen stories a year from miserable, lonely guys who insist that women won’t come near them despite the fact that they are just the nicest guys in the world.
..I’m asking what do you offer? Are you smart? Funny? Interesting? Talented? Ambitious? Creative? OK, now what do you do to demonstrate those attributes to the world? Don’t say that you’re a nice guy — that’s the bare minimum.
“Well, I’m not sexist or racist or greedy or shallow or abusive! Not like those other douchebags!”
I’m sorry, I know that this is hard to hear, but if all you can do is list a bunch of faults you don’t have, then back the fuck away..
..Don’t complain about how girls fall for jerks; they fall for those jerks because those jerks have other things they can offer. “But I’m a great listener!” Are you? Because you’re willing to sit quietly in exchange for the chance to be in the proximity of a pretty girl (and spend every second imagining how soft her skin must be)? Well guess what, there’s another guy in her life who also knows how to do that, and he can play the guitar. Saying that you’re a nice guy is like a restaurant whose only selling point is that the food doesn’t make you sick. You’re like a new movie whose title is This Movie Is in English, and its tagline is “The actors are clearly visible”.
David Wong, 6 Harsh Truths That Will Make You a Better Person (via coolgrandpa)
It’s been apparent to me for a while that most men can’t really imagine “equality.” All they can imagine is having the existing power structure inverted.
I cannot decide whether this shows how unimaginative they are, or shows how aware they must be of what they do in order to so deeply fear having it turned on them.
1000% over men needing to clarify that “real men” don’t enact violence against women. then who are these men shooting and killing us?? aliens?? why is your priority protecting masculinity?
Anonymous said: are you ACTUALLY happy with patrick? what happened
I actually am more than happy with him. ^_^ and ask me off anon~
Because when I was 13 years old, I was sent home for my tank top straps being a little too thin, but a boy could wear a Cool Story babe, Go Make Me A Sandwich shirt and not be looked at twice.
Because when I was 17 and I told a guy “No” and the next day the word tease was painted on my locker.
Because when I was 18 and just wanted to be friends, I was a bitch.
Because I feel the need to say “I have a boyfriend” instead of “No” because guys respect other men more than they would ever respect me.
Because society screams “don’t get raped” instead of “don’t rape”
Because I am scared to walk alone at 10 PM
Because being beautiful is the most important thing I’ll ever do.
Because when I wear my favorite skirt “I’m asking for it”
Because the song Blurred Lines exists
Because no means no no matter how you fucking spin it
Because a girl was drugged and raped with a beer bottle, and the boys who did it are out on bail.
Because I owe you nothing
Because pepper spray is a gift I receive yearly.
Because I am asked if I have a boyfriend more than I am asked about my mental health
Because my clothes say more about my consent then my mouth does.
Because the wage gap exists
Because “not all men are like that” is said way too often
Because I feel the need to say “I’m not a feminist but…”
Because I’m writing this fucking piece
When you ask why I’m angry?
first a girl gets stabbed and killed by a dude at school because she refused to go to prom with him
now seven women are dead and more are injured because some idiot tool felt like sex or even attention from women was something that was somehow “owed” to him
how many more times does this have to happen before we start getting it through our heads that male entitlement fucking kills people
Today my Ethnic Studies professor broke down in class whilst reading this quote:
“She told me about a group of people in Guinea who carry the sky on their heads. They are the people of Creation. Strong, tall, and mighty people who can bear anything. Their Maker, she said, gives them the sky to carry because they are strong. These people do not know who they are, but if you see a lot of trouble in your life, it is because you were chosen to carry part of the sky on your head.”
― Edwidge Danticat, Breath, Eyes, Memory
He couldn’t read it out loud so he posted it onto the powerpoint for us to read. When I got to the last line, tears just started streaming down my face. Perhaps I was stretched to my limits with schoolwork, sickness, and the recent death of a student on campus after Sungod. I realized college does not give us room to cope with tragedies and to grieve properly. Instead, UCSD is like a mass production machine that manufactures perfect robots to “succeed” later on in society.
This quarter has been so, so trying. I spent a lot of my term as senator listening to Sungod safety protocols and changes and gave input so something like this would not happen. Yet despite all the new regulations and programs put into place, the worst happened. I did not know the student personally but the thought of me enjoying Sungod and having fun while someone was dying is affecting me in the strangest ways.
I’m just trying not to crack.