School is really important: Reading, writing, arithmetic. But what they tend to do is teach you reading, writing, arithmetic…then teach you reading, writing, arithmetic again. Then again, then again, just making it harder and harder just to keep you busy. And that’s where I think they messed up. There should be a class on drugs. There should be a class on sex education. No, REAL sex education class, not just pictures and illogical terms…There should be a class on scams, there should be a class on religious cults, there should be a class on police brutality, there should be a class on apartheid, there should be a class on racism in America, there should be a class on why people are hungry, but there’s not, their class is on…gym….Their class is like Algebra. we have yet to go a store and said, “Can I have X Y + 2 and give me my Y change back, thank you.” You know?…Like foreign languages. I think that they are important, but I don’t think it should be required. Actually, they should be teaching you English, and then teach you how to understand double talk, politician’s double talk. Not teaching you how to understand French and Spanish and GERMAN. When am I going to Germany? I can’t afford to pay my rent in America! How am I going to Germany?

—Tupac, Age 17 On the Topic of Education, 1988.

therothwoman:

mswyrr:

voxmyriad:

Holy shit. Holy shit.

Take this viral, Tumblr. Signal boost.

COMPLETELY worth the read.

thatisnotfeminism:

Hopefully my shitty drawing skills won’t offend anyone.

~~~~~~~~~

your very not shitty drawing skills made my morning. 

stfusexists:

Can we please just all agree that Jessica Williams is the most amazing, badass correspondent to join the Daily Show in a long, loooong time?

Because you can tell that she isn’t even joking half the time, she is so pissed.

I LOVE HER. 

lyrabelacqua:

I am laughing SO HARD.

I wish reddit had inline gif display in modmail.  I would use this all the time.

Feminism encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians.

Rev. Pat Robertson (via edwardjobrien)

Today is bad. Here is Deadpool chasing a pokemon

stfuconservatives:

I get compliments on mine every time someone comes over. Fun story: I was at a former job when it arrived, and I was showing photos of it to my coworkers. My boss walked over and snidely went, “How does your husband feel about that?” I was like, “He helped me hang it.”

for your home decorating needs.

methodistcoloringbook:

aloadai:

oo1. boobs are really, really awesome. like seriously. they’re the most universally appealing body part, and no one’s going to fault you for liking them. i totally get that you’re turned on by them! but let’s get something straight. awesome boobs are not an invitation.

sometimes it’s hot out and i don’t feel like having extra clothing on just so you won’t check me out. or sometimes, maybe i am in the mood to show off! but even then, my boobs aren’t an automatic “yes.” no matter how slutty you think i look, no matter how turned on you might be, an awesome rack is not a substitute for consent.

oo2. like most people around the world, i enjoy having fun! and sometimes, that fun might involve drinking, or the use of other mind-altering substances. rules are a little different when you’re drunk. you can act sillier and tell stupid jokes and maybe even get away with dancing on the table!

but you know what you can’t get away with? not establishing consent! no matter how drunk you are, i am, or we all are, boundaries still exist. you still have to make sure that your potential bedmate is cool with bumping uglies, no matter if you’ve been together three years or known each other’s names for three minutes. and use whatever judgment you have left: if they’re too far under the influence to drive home, they’re probably too far under the influence to give true consent.

oo3. society seems to really have a thing about people who are on the larger side. there’s so much body shaming in today’s world, and a lot of it is just totally accepted. you may think that since i am fat, i’m desperate for any vague sign of affection, so i’ll be okay with you doing whatever you want to me. i really hate to disappoint, but if you think that i’m a loser who should feel lucky to be touched, you’re going to have a bad time.

no one is lucky to get raped. no one is lucky to face unwanted sexual advances. no one is lucky to be harassed. the rules don’t change when someone’s above a size twelve.

oo4. it’s pretty obvious that most people in the world enjoy sex, otherwise we wouldn’t be here. i for one am totally into sex! if i could have sex all day, i totally would. you know how there’s that stupid rumor that men think about sex every seven seconds? well it’s not stupid, because i totally think about sex that often. 

however, that doesn’t mean that i’m down to fuck anyone any time. you may have heard that i’ll sleep with anyone. maybe i slept with your friend. hell, maybe we even slept together once! but no matter what, you’ve still got to get that “yes.” i enjoy sex with respectful partners who understand boundaries. i don’t enjoy being degraded, pressured, or having assumptions made about me. most people don’t, so why press your luck?

oo5. and speaking of assumptions… sexuality is hugely complex. you wouldn’t want your preferences to be generalized, so don’t do it to anyone else! i’ve slept with girls; that does not mean i will sleep with all girls. i’ve been tied up; that does not mean you can tie me up. i’ve had threesomes; that does not mean that i will have a threesome with you and your buddy.

oo6. you are not owed sex. there, i said it. no matter what you do for me, there is no situation i can think of where i owe you sex. if you take me out for dinner, or help me move in to a new apartment, or proofread my angry letter to urban outfitters, i’ll be really grateful! i might make bake you something, or buy you a twelve-pack of steel reserve. and if we’re already close, it might make me fall incredibly in love with you and we could end up fucking on the living room floor, don’t get me wrong!

i just won’t owe that to you. when you do something nice for someone, you’re doing it out of the goodness of your own heart. if you’re doing it expecting something in return, you’re not doing something nice. you’re trying to perform an underhanded deal. if you want to arrange for me to owe you sex, let me know outright, so i can know that you’re not a decent person at all, just a scummy scum scum who gets off on forcing people into uncomfortable situations. 

oo7. and here’s the big one. you’ve probably heard “no means no” a million times, and we all like to think we’re the kind of person who, if our partner said no, we’d stop right away. but consent is more than not being told no. it’s being told yes. enthusiastically. 

if your partner isn’t saying no, but also isn’t saying yes, take a step back and examine the situation. this boils down to being a moral human being. sure, if your partner doesn’t say no, it might be more difficult for you to get convicted of rape. but are you the kind of person that thinks it’s okay to take advantage of someone on a technicality? please don’t be.

it’s up to you to make sure that your partner feels comfortable, safe, and okay, and it’s up to you to take a step back if they don’t. be the responsible person, because the only person who can prevent rape is YOU. 

holy shit, this is the bestest

rouxfully:

knitmeapony:

troubadoursmith:

ignitemythoughts:

I hope your mother/girlfriend/sister/friends/everyone asks what happened to your nose. I hope you have to explain that you thought it’d be funny to joke with your friend about raping the drunk girl across the street. I bet you didn’t think that the girl who was walking in front of you would turn around and punch you in the face. You’re a filthy piece of shit and I don’t regret this at all.

Alright. I’ve seen this on my dash a ton today, and it’s time for me to add my two cents, because as much as I love the philosophies behind this, it bugs me when people go about such things the wrong way. It just… hurts to see people acting for causes that I love, but going about it all wrong. So… next time… thumbs at the top knuckles, and try to impact with the base knuckles of your index and middle fingers simultaneously. That way you won’t need to tape your hand up later.

Flawless commentary is flawless.

I hadn’t reblogged this yet even though everyone is talking about it, but this is my favorite commentary so far.

Emphasis added.

rouxfully:

knitmeapony:

troubadoursmith:

ignitemythoughts:

I hope your mother/girlfriend/sister/friends/everyone asks what happened to your nose. I hope you have to explain that you thought it’d be funny to joke with your friend about raping the drunk girl across the street. I bet you didn’t think that the girl who was walking in front of you would turn around and punch you in the face. You’re a filthy piece of shit and I don’t regret this at all.

Alright. I’ve seen this on my dash a ton today, and it’s time for me to add my two cents, because as much as I love the philosophies behind this, it bugs me when people go about such things the wrong way. It just… hurts to see people acting for causes that I love, but going about it all wrong. So… next time… thumbs at the top knuckles, and try to impact with the base knuckles of your index and middle fingers simultaneously. That way you won’t need to tape your hand up later.

Flawless commentary is flawless.

I hadn’t reblogged this yet even though everyone is talking about it, but this is my favorite commentary so far.

Emphasis added.

YAY, 300.

(I couldn’t come up with anything better.  Sorry.)

Thanks for helping us oppress teh white cis menz.

YAY, 300.

(I couldn’t come up with anything better.  Sorry.)

Thanks for helping us oppress teh white cis menz.