But Stan. I wanna hit that.
(Source: mandronia, via stanlovespeggy)
I must watch this. Anyone know what this is from?
Guys. Come on. This is Too Wong Fu, Thanks For Everything - Julie Newmar.
"I am consistently drawn in, and consistently disappointed, by bio-novels about women made unhappy by famous men. I read The Paris Wife, about Hadley Hemingway. I read Loving Frank, about Frank Lloyd Wright’s mistress. I read the diaries of Sofya Tolstoy. And now I’ve read Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald. I put each of them aside a heavy sigh when I’ve finished. I’m not disappointed in the books, but in the lives of the women. The point of these books is to tell their side of the story, but in reality, and definitely in Zelda’s case, they didn’t get their own side of the story."
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The Museum of Unhappy Women by Janet Potter (via millionsmillions)
Interesting.
(via openbookstore)(via openbookstore)
"Women are afraid of meeting a serial killer. Men are afraid of meeting someone fat."
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When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating.
It reminds me of that famous Margaret Atwood quote: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” It also reminds me of something written by one of the mods of Sex Worker Problems: “Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
I mean, it’s just true.
(via tealeafprincess)
“Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
That’s it. That’s it right there.
(via oddpicturesoddpeople)
Or what about misandry doesn’t exist. Misogyny does. I mean, spellcheck and autocorrect don’t even recognize it.
(via iwriteaboutfeminism)
You didn’t think too deeply about this did you? Of course not. If you were prone to thinking deeply about things… you probably wouldn’t be a Feminist, now would you?
I’m screaming “THAT’S THE POINT THAT’S LITERALLY THE POINT YOU JUST MADE THE EXACT POINT” at my computer screen right now.
(Source: wonderful-manna, via anasaintasia)
When Juliet and I both became women.
(via nearlyvintage)
He’s going to look just like Saint Sebastian.How do we think he got the tie off Ginsberg?
I’d like to read a fanfic about that.
PS the middle right picture might have to replace my phone wallpaper of shirtless Jeff Goldblum.
