There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.
My First Name Ain’t Baby: ‘Hey Baby’ and Street Harassment (via official-mens-frights-activist)

rainbowsparklekittens:

REMEMBERING ALL YOUR NEGLECTED RESPONSIBILITIES AT ONCE LIKE

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Be good to people. Even the shitty ones. Let the assholes be assholes. You’ll sleep better.

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arthur-recaps:

me when i diet

pregnat4:

my whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the bitchy comment

curseofthefanartlords:

When I was a kid I thought your 20s were supposed to be fun, not filled with perpetual anxiety about financial stability and constantly feeling like an unaccomplished piece of shit. 


missdejahw:

THIS.

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