sorry but children younger than her in the middle east get blown up by drones purely because of their proximity to suspected terrorists, i don’t really care about a dutch teenager getting arrested for sending a “joke” threatening tweet to an airline while claiming to be a member of al qaeda because she thought her obvious positions of privilege would protect her from any and all consequences
it was also a really racist “joke” and she deserved more than what she got, honestly
And I always want to point out here: women, on average, possess more lower-body strength, while men, on average, possess more upper-body strength. There’s a lot of overlap and it isn’t always individually applicable, but that’s the generalization, averaging across the population.
But we SOCIALLY value upper-body strength, and upper-body muscles. So we construct women as weaker, because we refuse to measure them on the body parts where they may be stronger, we devalue those.
Lifting is mostly done with the legs. So women may be as good or better at heavy lifting as men. But we socially construct lifting as having to do with large, muscular arms and chests. You don’t really need powerful arms and chests to lift—you need powerful thighs, otherwise you’re gonna throw your back out. We actually lie about what makes a person strong and capable to favor men.
Push-up and pull-ups are upper-body strength exercises. So they’re socially valued. The military doesn’t tell you to do 20 squats as penance. No one is fucking impressed by all the squats you can do. Squats just sound stupid, hah, squats. We laugh at them because women might be better at them than men, on average. They’re worthless.
This stuff plays into all sorts of other body image problems, too. The body weight that’s regarded as ideal for women, for example, is really only achievable for individuals suffering from mild to moderate muscular atrophy. You literally can’t get there just by shedding fat - you also have to let your muscles waste away. We actually regard it as “normal” for a woman to be suffering from muscular atrophy.
For the last six months I’ve been actively working towards doing pull-ups. I can squat fairly easily with 100lbs (could do more if my knees weren’t so wonky) and do all sorts of similar weights with other leg machines but my arms are weak as hell (see above). I’ve been lifting with all parts of my body but generally focusing on gaining strength in areas where I was particularly weak before, which is mostly in my arms. I can now lift more with my arms than ever before but am still far from being able to pull up my own body weight. And yet, too often, when I try to talk to female friends about this goal I get weird looks and talks about how I shouldn’t “bulk up.” When did we decide to start telling each other it was weird to want to be strong? Why should that be a thing that potentially makes me less attractive? It’s a good thing I just don’t give a shit.
"Ten years ago, when I started my career as an assistant district attorney in the Roxbury neighborhood of Boston, I viewed the American criminal justice system as a vital institution that protected society from dangerous people. I once prosecuted a man for brutally attacking his wife with a flashlight, and another for sexually assaulting a waitress at a nightclub. I believed in the system for good reason.
But in between the important cases, I found myself spending most of my time prosecuting people of color for things we white kids did with impunity growing up in the suburbs. As our office handed down arrest records and probation terms for riding dirt bikes in the street, cutting through a neighbor’s yard, hosting loud parties, fighting, or smoking weed – shenanigans that had rarely earned my own classmates anything more than raised eyebrows and scoldings – I often wondered if there was a side of the justice system that we never saw in the suburbs. Last year, I got myself arrested in New York City and found out.
On April 29, 2012, I put on a suit and tie and took the No. 3 subway line to the Junius Avenue stop in the Brooklyn neighborhood of Brownsville. At the time, the blocks around this stop were a well-known battleground in the stop-and-frisk wars: Police had stopped 14,000 residents 52,000 times in four years. I figured this frequency would increase my chances of getting to see the system in action, but I faced a significant hurdle: Though I’ve spent years living and working in neighborhoods like Brownsville, as a white professional, the police have never eyed me suspiciously or stopped me for routine questioning. I would have to do something creative to get their attention.
As I walked around that day, I held a chipboard graffiti stencil the size of a piece of poster board and two cans of spray paint. Simply carrying those items qualified as a class B misdemeanor pursuant to New York Penal Law 145.65. If police officers were doing their jobs, they would have no choice but to stop and question me.
I kept walking and reached a bodega near the Rockaway Avenue subway station. Suddenly, a young black man started yelling at me to get out of Brownsville, presumably concluding from my skin color and my suit that I did not belong there. Three police officers heard the commotion and came running down the stairs. They reached me and stopped.
‘What’s going on?’ one asked.
‘Nothing,’ I told them.
‘What does that say?’ the officer interrupted me, incredulously, as the other two gathered around. I held the stencil up for them to read.
‘What are you, some kind of asshole?’ he asked.
I stood quietly, wondering whether they would arrest me or write a summons. The officers grumbled a few choice curse words and then ran down the stairs in pursuit of the young man. Though I was the one clearly breaking a law, they went after him.
I continued west, through Crown Heights, Prospect Heights, and then north through Fort Greene, carrying the stencil, talking to residents. I crossed the Brooklyn Bridge and arrived at City Hall. I walked around the building a few times, and then went down Broadway to the Wall Street Bull. From Brownsville to downtown Manhattan, I would estimate that I passed more than 200 police officers, some from a distance, some close enough to touch. Though I was conspicuously casing high-profile public targets while holding graffiti instruments, not one of them stopped, frisked, searched, detained, summonsed, or arrested me. I would have to go further.
I walked up to the east entrance of City Hall and tagged the words ‘N.Y.P.D. Get Your Hands Off Me’ on a gatepost in red paint. The surveillance video shows me doing this, 20 feet from the police officer manning the gate. I moved closer, within 10 feet of him, and tagged it again. I could see him inside watching video monitors that corresponded to the different cameras.
As I moved the can back and forth, a police officer in an Interceptor go-cart saw me, slammed on his brakes, and pulled up to the curb behind me. I looked over my shoulder, made eye contact with him, and resumed. As I waited for him to jump out, grab me, or Tase me, he sped away and hung a left, leaving me standing there alone. I’ve watched the video a dozen times and it’s still hard to believe.”
- Bobby Constantino, “I Got Myself Arrested So I Could Look Inside the Justice System”
If he were black, the news story would have been, “Cops shoot and kill vagrant defacing government property; said his spray-paint can looked like a gun.”
This is for all of the individuals claiming that stop and frisk is not an inherently racist policy conceived by an inherently racist institution.
The institution is composed of and managed by the racist descendents of the same paddy rollers who caught and sometimes murdered runaway or freed slaves.
The policy, itself, relies on the perception of police officers, none of whom are properly trained to uphold justice, none of whom are psychologically or sociologically prepared for administering fairness in a culturally diverse environment, none of whom are equipped to protect the dignity or rights of the communities they invade.
Here is one white man’s testimony of just how blatantly racist the institution and policy are. If this is unbelievable to you, it is because you have been, regrettably, asleep.
But it is time you took the red pill and left the dream world for the real one.
H/T Felicia Gray
Charles Bukowski (via bittersweetsongs)
Wow bukowski so profound do you also bathe fully clothed you dickhead. “Oohh isn’t it funny that a person will eat when they’re hungry but will duck if you throw an apple at their face”
I honestly think people forget that the church and state are supposed to be separate. Give me one non-religious reason against same sex marriage. One non-religious reason against stem cell research. One non-religious reason against safe abortions. Go ahead.
I HAVE BEEN SAYING THIS FOREVER THIS IS LITERALLY LIKE MY GO TO ARGUMENT FOR EVERYTHING
Like when women hate men it’s frustrating at worst, maybe it hurts someone’s feelings, but when men hate women they are shamed, abused, patronized, demeaned, objectified, raped, and murdered, ya feel me, so even if I WAS a raging misandrist like worst case scenario I’d be a bummer at parties, meanwhile a girl somewhere literally can’t leave her house because it’s dark outside.
The experiment mentioned is available in full HERE.
Every time I hear “Hate the sin, love the sinner” I want to scream.
My existence is not a sin. I’m not a sinner for existing. You do not “love” me if you feel this way.
- Stevie Nicks (via withgreatgusto)
"If white people are so privileged why is there a Black Entertainment Network and no White Entertainment Network?"
"Men don’t have privilege, there are women’s only gyms!"
"Why isn’t there a campus centre for straight/cis people!?"
SAME REASONS WHY IN MARIO KART YOU DON’T GET BLUE SHELLS OR LIGHTNING BOLTS WHEN YOU’RE ALREADY IN FIRST PLACE, ASSBAG.