"Sometimes you read a book it it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read that book." - The Fault In Our Stars
First hijab wearing policewoman in the United States! read her story now on hijabican!
Saint Paul, MN!
Of course! Minneasota making history
her name is Kadra Mohamed
Lena Headey and Jimmy Kimmel talk Game of Thrones style [x]
On Thursday, our school principal made an announcement about the dress code, and every rule and suggestion was directed at the girls. There was one half-assed comment where he tacked on the word boys at the end but I highly doubt any of the guys at my school will wear strapless shirts so there wasn’t a point. On Friday morning, everybody came to school and these posters were stuck on the walls and windows throughout the entire campus. The best part of it all is that the student body’s response to this protest has been totally positive. Go whoever this is. You rock, and I want to help with your next endeavor.
DRESS CODES EXIST TO TRY AND CREATE/MAINTAIN SOME LEVEL OF A PROFESSIONAL ATMOSPHERE IN THE CLASSROOM.
I have seen way too many boxer shorts and boys with their noodle arms in white sleeveless shirts at school. I have seen way too many tears in baggy pants on the seats of boys jeans. And not one of them. In my four years of school, and two years bringing my brother his stuff to school, not one of them I saw get sent home.
I was given (forced to pay for and wear) ROTC sweatpants on a 101 degree day, because my shorts were above my knees. and I was given (forced to pay for and wear) an ROTC sweatshirt because my shirtsleeves were too short, even though they completely covered my shoulders. I was told my clothes would distact other students.
And in the same class. With the same teacher. On the same day. A boy came in with a white wife beater shirt and shorts that were well below his buttcrack. And he did not get a write up.
Nobody told him his limbs were a problem.
Nobody told him to put a sweatshirt on.
I was told to put those heat stroke inducing sweats on or receive a mark on my report.
I missed a full class period.
Was he professional? No.
My clothes were perfectly fine according to my insanely chaste mother.
If it was for professionalism, that boy, and everyone dressed like him, would have received the same annoyance and disturbance of education as I and six other girls received that day. All dressed as appropriately as if they were going to church.
But no. They were left alone, those boys.
So don’t give me excuses.
Dress codes are abused and girls are getting choked by long sleeves and long pants while boys are allowed to wear whatever they please.
Don’t give me excuses.
Give me some damn freedom.
Where were my women who were forced to learn that with great power comes great responsibility? Where were my awkward school girls who were just trying to graduate high school when they found they didn’t need their glasses anymore, but could lift a school bus one-handed? Where were the funny best buddies? It’s not as though we can all be Lara Croft. Yet for a long time, she was all we had: if you were a woman, you had your place, on one end of the spectrum or the other. Why, I still ask every single time the movie is on TV, is it Kick-Ass and not Hit Girl?
Then the recent Marvel films arrived. Pepper Potts came along in her business-wear and skyscraper Louboutins and was unstoppable in her rise to CEO of Stark Industries. Black Widow slunk onto the scene and showed us that we don’t need to choose between sexy and dangerous. Jane Foster, the astrophysicist genius, still blushed when confronted with Thor’s overwhelming good looks, just the way the rest of us would, while Darcy Lewis was as concerned about her iPod as she was about the faceless government organisation behind its theft.
Maria Hill reached the very top of the male-dominated SHIELD organisation, Sif is a fully-fledged goddess of war, and Peggy Carter was a sharp-shooting, red lipstick-wearing female officer at the frontline of WW2. These aren’t the cardboard cut-out women of action movies gone by. They’re more than the girlfriends or relatives or unobtainable dream girls, more than pawns for a hero’s man-pain. They’re definitely more than a gorgeous yet robot-like tomb raider with a penchant for dressing in clothes that are so often inappropriate for the weather.
They’re you, me. The boss you want to be someday, the academic your friend aspires to. The student who just wants to listen to music and have fun. The women who can do battle, run Fortune 500 companies, wield tasers and drive questionably. Girls who can show fear but fight against the bad guys anyway, who flirt just for fun. The brainwashed Russian superspy assassin. (OK, so maybe not that last one. Then again, we do all have that one friend we wonder about.)"
*wakes up from coma*
mom: great now that you’re awake you can do those chores i asked you to do
- Draco Malfoy, A Very Potter Musical, Team Starkid (via far—fetched)
i just remembered people with penises can’t have multiple consecutive orgasms ohhjhhh my g OD HAHAHAHHKDFHAH
Well people with vaginas have periods so I think y’all deserve all the orgasms you want
that’s….really sweet… omfg
This post is also inclusive of transgender people this is the most positive post be seen all week