“Real women have curves” was a marketing slogan thought up to sell people overpriced, ill-fitting pants. It does NOT promote body positivity – it only perpetuates body policing by turning the tables on people who don’t fit into yet another arbitrary ideal.

The job is to BUST THE FUCKING PARADIGM APART, not shift it a little bit toward the fat side. The job is to remind people, bodies are not public property and your opinion about an individual’s body is only an opinion, not a valid judgment of their worth as a human being. The JOB is to destroy systemic oppression of nonconforming, rebellious bodies no matter what those bodies look like.

Job Number One; Destroying the Paradigm, Not Shifting It 

http://www.therotund.com/?p=1113

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minim-calibre:

veganpotsandpans:

I don’t get why everyone seems to be under the impression that feminists hate men.

That’s not true at all! We Love men!

…Well, not ALL men.

I told myself I’d reblog this when I got home if it was still funny.

It was.

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investings:

if I have to fight for your attention I probably won’t even want it anymore

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WHEN SOMEONE DOESN’T GET YOUR DERBY NAME.

Optime!

grizzlyhills:

flightcub:

interretialia:

life-of-a-latin-student:

ratwithoutwings:

i’m so upset

I just realized that the reason ghosts say Boo! is because it’s a latin verb

they’re literally saying ‘I alarm/I am alarming/I do alarm!!

I can’t

present active boōpresent infinitive boāreperfect active boāvīsupine boātum

Recte!

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if it comes from the latin word, they’re actually saying “I’M YELLING!” which is even cuter

do they speak latin because it’s a dead language

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michaxl:

can bob the builder fix my crumbling life

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blacksentai:

White dudes have this thing where they believe your best friend in the world can have opposing political ideas. You’re supposed to be able to have healthy debate and disagreeing shouldn’t harm your friendship.
That’s gross and stupid. Its really easy to say that when all your disagreements are theoretical. Its easy to say when none of the laws passed actually effect your life. Fighting with your best friend about corporate regulations, school charters, educational funding, abortion, health care, voting restrictions, drug laws, taxes and all sorts of stuff is cool and lively because none of it is going to actually leave you in a bad spot.
Its different for the rest of us. I can’t be friends with you if you think I shouldn’t be allowed to vote. We can’t be friends if you think my friends shouldn’t have the ability to designate whatever gender they want and have that be legally recognized. We can’t be friends if you think I don’t deserve health care. Or if you think native children should be ripped away from their cultures and people. We can’t be friends if you think closing down health care clinics in an attempt to end safe legal abortions is a good thing.
All these theoretical political ideas and lively debates effect real people, and I won’t be friends with someone who disagrees with me on them. Because disagreement means you don’t see me or a whole bunch of my friends and family as human beings worthy of rights and respect.

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“A white man is promoted: He does good work, he deserved it.
A white woman is promoted: Whose dick did she suck?
A man of color is promoted: Oh, great, I guess we have to “fill quotas” now.
A woman of color is promoted: j/k. That never happens.”

So probs the best moment at RollerCon was at the Black n Blue Ball pool party when some chick jumped up on the dj table stage and got a mic and said that non-convention people were in the crowd and some of them were being shady as fuck and that we needed to let them know that we are an aggressive crowd, at which point the dance floor started cheering, and she told everyone to react and point out any weirdos and to take a stand against them and I’m pretty sure the quote was “gropings deserve beatings” and the crowd went pretty wild and I just love the thought of those gross dudes who saw a group of hundreds of (mostly) women at a pool party being all drunk and dancing thinking they were sneaking in to make some moves having to stand there locked in a crowd of us cheering at the notion of beating the shit out of them if they put their hands on us yay derby.