this-is-life-actually: micdotcom: Meteorologist forced to cover up on air Meteorologist Liberté Chan was in the middle of her forecast when she was given a cardigan to cover up. Viewers were apparently writing in, appalled by her outfit. In a second video posted to her Facebook page, Chan and a coworker read some of the “angry emails” and responded. And there it is. The exact problem with this whole thing in six words. Dress codes follow women from school to professional life — and in every situation, they are sending a clear and damaging message about priorities. Follow @this-is-life-actually
someone-like-robsten: On trying to keep the “If Jon Snow is alive?” secret.
“Maybe if girls felt free to talk about their periods in shouts instead of whispers, boys wouldn’t grow up thinking that vaginas are disgusting and mysterious either. Maybe women would go to the doctor more. Maybe fewer women would die of cervical and uterine cancer. Maybe everyone would have better sex. Maybe women would finally be considered fully formed human beings, instead of off–brand men with defective genitals.” - Lindy West, “Break the period taboo: My name is Lindy West and I bleed.” (via femfreq)
chavvesty: “i don’t care,” i say, caringly, as i care deeply
bakrua: shitpostgenerator: fuck dudes who lie about bread hey folks. at it again. fucking. sitting here on my fat ass thinking to myself. what a specific kind of text post. what happened to this person. what happened to this person? what lie was told. what dude lied about bread. what is the story, what is this persons story you’d think i’d learn to fucking look at OP’s url by now
earendil-was-a-mariner: Tolkien: This character is Feanor, which in my language means Spirit of Fire, which gets at his personality, creative spirit, and destructive tendencies. Also Tolkien: This character is Treebeard because he’s a tree with a beard.
A video posted by Shabnam Salek (@superzombiepowa) on May 16, 2016 at 1:24pm PDT megatron is my new fav
earthstory: Cloud, rolling over a mountain, in Iceland, above a grassy valley, in winter, with the sun low on the horizon giving everything a reddish glow. I liked writing that sentence.