i agree that jameela makes great points at times, but she’s also the same woman who thinks the likes of laverne cox are women just because they identify that way. you can’t be a woman who calls out the deep-seated misogyny of society while also saying that any male who “feels” like a woman is one, and his opinions on womanhood automatically become relevant.
I hope you and all TERFs shit your pants in public too.
buddy her thinking trans women are women is a bonus not a flaw
Reblog to make a disgusting fucking TERF shit their pants
every joke about florida in the good place is 100% true. my high school was like two blocks away from a suspicious tourist shop that sells live turtles and my graduation was held in the venue in which hulk hogan betrayed randy savage and formed the NWO
addendum: we just passed a state amendment in florida that bans both offshore oil drilling in state waters, and vaping in indoor workplaces. both things. both of these things together
my dad went to a drag show and the mayor of St. Petersburg won.
The other day a white customer was mimicking the way a black co-worker talked over the phone to another co-worker, and when he asked her to stop she said “oh I bet your black too” and he’s like nah I’m white, you’re just being awful and I’m hanging up
It’s that easy
When people think empathy w/o personal association or investment is strange, it’s because they have none.
Seriously how has it become such a foreign concept nowadays to empathize with others even if you aren’t the one being affected by it?
regarding all the hooplah about my work being reposted without credit: this is why. i really prefer retweets and reblogs, but if you must repost, this is what citing the creator had the power to do. removing us from the equation is denying us proper exposure to potential clients when this is the only means of income we have.
edit: the article shown here is not about me!! i appreciate all the congrats comments but i was merely showing the power proper credit has.
It’s gotten to -10°F a few nights here, already, but thanks to having a properly insulated and heated coop, which all chickens should have, our handsome boys don’t have to worry about frostbite!
Flint’s wattles are so ridiculously perfect. I love my son.
Oh but it is time for another round of Awkwardly Heteronormative Lifetime-style Christmas Romance movie. Tonight’s contender: The Spirit of Christmas. “As Christmas approaches, attorney Kate Jordan travels to Vermont to oversee the sale of an inn, where she falls for a handsome, but cursed, ghost.”
I am already loving the implication that this all hangs on the ‘but cursed.’ If he wasn’t ‘but cursed’ there would be no conflict and no movie, obviously.
OH SHIT YOU GUYS THE CAPTION WAS COMPLETELY ACCURATE
The ghost thing is being taken in stride but there is SECONDARY SPOOKY SHIT that is the actual problem
NO LISTEN, THIS MOVIE IS HILARIOUS
[image: a tall man in period clothing pointing his finger at a woman, captioned “This is shaping up to be the worst Christmas since I died”]
Iron in the Sand 