This Kick-Ass Letter From A Father To His Bigoted Daughter Will Make You Believe In Humanity Today


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If there were a Best Grandfather of All-Time award, this guy would totally win. After learning that his daughter, Christine, kicked out her son for being gay, her father decided to have a heart-to-heart with her, offering some fatherly advice. Although we only have the details that are available though the FCKH8 campaign, we know that his grandson came out to his mother, who didn’t approve of his sexuality, allegedly calling him an “abomination” and telling him to find somewhere else to live. He did — with his grandparents, who offered the love and support he lacked at home.

For many queer children all over the world, these issues are a stark reality, as many are forced out of their homes for their sexuality, and not all of them are as incredibly lucky as Chad is to have such a kick-ass grandpa. Writing he’s “disappointed” in his daughter, he schools…

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The Politics Of Style: Reading T Magazine


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Now that Philosophy is a “skincare technology” that “brings beauty to the body and the mind” and Theory is a fashion line and Anthropology—sorry, Anthropologie—is a lifestyle choice (“a destination for women wanting a curated mix of clothing, accessories, gifts and home décor that reflects their personal style and fuels their lives’ passions, from fashion to art to entertaining”), shouldn’t Irony be a designer scent?

In a sense, it already is. It clings to the pages of T, the New York Times style magazine. Context is everything, and ironic context is a gift to critics everywhere. The September 15, 2013 men’s fashion edition of T arrives, whistling “We’re in the Money,” at a moment when millions of Americans are still crawling from the bomb crater of the most protracted economic “contraction” since the Great Depression.

Satisfyingly heavy in that old-money way, like Harris tweed or hand-tooled brogues, T

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To Mr. John Boehner

What on earth do you think you are doing?

Your job is to represent the American people, is it not? Where does holding the entire country to ransom with a host of absolutely ridiculous demands crop up in that job description? And they are ridiculous. You know that. They’ve been turned down before. And you think that you will be able to get them through by acting like a spoilt child and endangering not only America’s economy but the economy of the rest of the world. Do you honestly expect the people to support this childish grandstanding? Most of us learned that shit doesn’t fly at age ten. 

My first reaction when I saw the news was “Are they really pulling that crap AGAIN?” You and the hardliners of your party are behaving like children having a temper tantrum. “Give me what I want or else!” You don’t seem to have considered the effects your “or else” will have. You don’t seem to have thought at all.

“No Congress before this one has ever, ever, in history been irresponsible enough to threaten default, to threaten an economic shutdown, to suggest America not pay its bills, just to try to blackmail a president into giving them some concessions on issues that have nothing to do with a budget.” – President Obama. 

D’you want to hazard a guess as to why? Because previous Congresses have all been composed of adults who actually think before they speak and had the foresight not to throw potentially disastrous temper tantrums. You, sir, are being selfish and idiotic, when it is in your job description not to be.

Think about the fact that you are holding not just “those damn liberals” to ransom, but yourself and your voters as well. Think about the fact that threatening to let the US government default would plunge the country back into the depths of recession, and damage the rest of the world’s recovery significantly. 

Perhaps you should reevaluate your chosen profession. You don’t seem to have the intellectual capacity for it. 

Overview: Feminism and Why We Need It.

The sentiment that feminism is unnecessary in today’s society is a disturbing one, especially when so many facets of that society are geared in some way to the oppression and repression of women, to the point that it has become normal. This is more of an introduction than anything: there will be far more in depth coverage of all the facets of this very serious problem. Domestic violence statistics, the link to homophobia, the continuous attempts at infringement on women’s right to do what they wish with their own bodies, the double standard of sexuality…the list goes on. It can all be gathered in one umbrella term: rape culture. Our society is steeped in it (see and other cases). We teach our boys that they have a right to harass women, that they have to be macho and take control. We teach our girls that they need to be wallflowers, always considering their attractiveness to the male half of society: they need to dress for them, put on makeup for them, walk for them, talk for them, think for them. We teach girls they need to cover up: that boys cannot control their impulses. The stereotype of a “red blooded American male” is often brought up by the American Republican (conservative) party as the reason for their victim blaming: that he absolutely cannot control himself if a woman wears something revealing. The idea of women as objects, passive, easily controlled, submissive sources of titillation for males is antique and obsolete, but is somehow still accepted as canon.

Our society has ingrained this idea into our collective minds so well that even women are advocates for this kind of culture. Mothers who pride themselves on being “good parents” freak out when their daughters go out wearing short shorts, or crop tops. They fret over push up bras and high heels. Why? Because they fear it will attract inappropriate attention from men, who, according to societal strictures, cannot be expected to control themselves when confronted with preteen to teenage sexuality. They must cover up! The exposure of flesh is unacceptable, because men have no control. This brings up the major problem of victim blaming, something highlighted in the recent Steubenville Ohio rape case, and, to a lesser extent, in the case of Melissa Nelson and her former employer Dr. James Knight. ( You may recall a similar case in which a female business banker was fired because she was “too distracting” (

Yet somehow these creatures with no control over themselves when it comes to women’s bodies have control over our entire world, with very few exceptions. The “record high” of female CEOs controlling Fortune 500 Companies in 2011 was 18. That that was the record high just two years ago is pathetic. ( We pride ourselves on being an advanced civilisation, we call our era the ‘Post Modern Age’. Yet our politics and our business remain predominantly male, while our female businesspeople and politicians are constantly criticised for their looks, their age, the way they dress, their mothering skills, everything but their ability and success in their career of choice. They are often labelled as bitches (the conservative stance on Hilary Clinton, anyone?) because they do not sit comfortably with male stereotypes and expectations. We have taught our men to feel emasculated when a women sits on the same board as they do, when a woman does her job as well as they do theirs. So we come up with the idea that women should not be allowed to hold that much power because we are fragile and delicate, unstable, prone to mood swings, etc: not suited for big responsibility. We should stay in the kitchen and have babies and raise them (which, by the way, is one of the biggest responsibilities on earth), out of harm’s way, and let the men do the talking.

I for one have a problem with this worldview. I am a woman. I have a mind and identity of my own. I am not a convenience. And I refuse to be corralled into the roles of cook, mother, and sex object. This is why feminism is necessary today: so that this generation of girls and women and those to come can be free to be, do, and say what they like, without fear of repercussion and with a guarantee that they are equal citizens under the law.


Male Actor Dresses As A Woman To Experience Sexual Harassment

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Sometimes it’s important to show people who might not be able to understand something that your fears are real, that your accounts are not exaggerated, and that your dangers are not in your head. For every woman who has ever been harassed, followed, catcalled, or generally made to feel unsafe in the street, this scene is extremely familiar (if still terribly sad to see). For everyone who has ever doubted the gravity of what it means to be a woman on city streets sometimes, it’s an important video to watch.

If you still think street harassment is flattery, or that anyone should feel lucky to have it happen, you just might be a lost cause. [tc-mark]

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Promise Me

Promise me your arms will always be open.
Promise me your heart will never be closed
Promise me your love will never be taken
Promise me you’ll stay with me on this road.

Promise me this love will last til forever
Promise me you will never forget
Promise me my heart is safe with you
Promise me this won’t be another regret

Promise me that you’ll stay our kind of crazy
That you won’t suddenly find normal again
Promise me that you’ll always save me
Promise you’ll love me til the world ends

A Bit of Obligatory Internet Soul-Baring

“I know these will all be stories someday, and our pictures will become old photographs…But right now, these moments are not stories…We are infinite.”

– The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Which, by the way, I just finished, and it hit me right smack in the feels. 

You see, this year I had to go without what looks to be my last reunion with some very old friends, who have been with me since I was 11 and really helped me grow as a person and come out of my shell. It took quite a chunk out of me, more than I expected it too. 

I was one of those people. The ‘spaz’. The ‘weirdo’. ‘Four Eyes’. When you’re a kid, names that run off you like water punch straight through. When you’re six, you’re just learning to sketch out a rudimentary definition of yourself. “I like this, I don’t like that.”f I wound up as the girl with glasses in the corner reading the book that’s way too thick for someone her age. I had consigned myself to the human scrap heap; “I’m the only one, no one understands what’s going on in my head.”

I’ll admit, I am arrogant. It comes of being the only one with any scrap of higher intellectual ability in my general area and therefore spending almost all my time in my own company and talking to myself a lot. With no one to debate with or tell me I was wrong, I therefore assumed that my logic was always sound and I was always right. The problem was, at least at school, I generally was. You can imagine how popular that made me, both at school and at home. 

When I got to this place though, everything changed. Everyone was finally on the same level. Mind you, we may be a bunch of insanely smart teenagers and preteens, but you wouldn’t know it from just a surface look. We came up with a term: “jifted”. Nobody’s really sure where that term came from, all we know is that it illustrated what we all knew to be true: gifted kids have no space in their heads for common sense. 

Last year was one of the best: all the evenings of ratscrew, chess (which I was absolutely creamed at), ninja, and Evan’s ohmygodwhyishesogood back rubs, plus the fact that the yearly drama somehow skipped the CITs that year, made it almost perfect. There were some hiccups, but I shan’t go into those. We made some mistakes, which is why I suspect myself and my best friend were not allowed back this year. 

Honestly? I miss everybody. And knowing that I can never go back, that I’ve aged out, makes me very afraid for the future. These people taught me how to live, how to be who I was. Yunasa was home. 

So yes, for that short time, we were infinite. We were wonderful and perfect and the world stood still for a while. But now it’s time to grow up, to drift apart. And I wonder, will we ever see each other’s sparks again?