Got rear ended tonight. This guy was turning his beams on and off and revving his engine and then sped up and hit me. I got out of the car and got his plate number and he started yelling AT ME because I passed two cars 20 minutes prior and he accused me of tailgating a different car in front of me. (I was tailgating, but I’m a close driver, I tail gait everyone it’s a bad habit) BUT regardless, that was a DIFFERENT car it didn’t have anything to do with him! Nor was he a cop so he had no right to HIT me because he didn’t agree with my driving style. There’s a scratch on my car so I have to call and make a claim tomorrow. NOT what I wanted to be doing on my day off. SO. FUCKING. MAD
When someone who’s still in school tells me how stressful their day was
What Scooby Doo REALLY taught us is that once you pull off the mask, the real villain is usually an old white man thing to steal everyone’s land or money.
THIS IS MARRIAGE!!
Permission to be a bad ass. Nod.
He looks back at the guy like, “SEE THAT? SHE SAID YES. YOU’RE SO FUCKED.”
Like, guys. Sparta was so kick ASS sometimes when it came to women. Spartan women were given these small knives so that if their husbands came home and tried to hit them or assault them, they had a weapon within reach. That weapon was for CUTTING THEIR HUSBANDS’ FUCKING FACES so that when he went out in public everyone would know he was an asshole, abusing jerkface and they would publicly shame him.
I DID NOT KNOW THAT THAT IS GREAT
LET’S JUST TALK ABOUT SPARTAN WOMEN FOR A SECOND.
In Sparta, women could own land and were considered citizens. THAT IS A HUGE BIG FUCKING DEAL. Why? Because that was RARE AS FUCK and there are lots of places TODAY where women don’t even get that much.
Divorce was totally fine, and a woman could expect to keep her own wealth and get custody of the kids because paternal lineage wasn’t very important. And it didn’t make her a pariah! She could totally remarry, no big deal at all.
Spartan women participated in some fuckin’ badass sporting events, too. And because they were expected to be as physically fit as the Spartan menfolk (who all had to serve compulsory military duties, btw, and couldn’t marry until they finished them at thirty) they didn’t have time for lots of swishy dresses. So they wore notoriously short skirts. According to some accounts, their thighs were visible at all times. HOLY SHIT.
Also, In Sparta men only got their names on their graves if they died in battle. And women? Women only got their names on their graves if they died in childbirth. THE SPARTANS COMPARED CHILDBIRTH TO FUCKING BATTLE AND IT WAS VIEWED AS A GODDAMN BADASS AND HONORABLE WAY TO GO OUT.
FUCKING SPARTAN WOMEN. THIS DUDE HAD FUCKIN’ BETTER MAKE SURE SHE’S COOL WITH WHATEVER HE’S DOING, IF HE KNOWS WHAT’S FUCKIN’ GOOD FOR HIM.
^^ I throughly enjoyed the history lesson dashed with the colorful adjectives.
I mean, he knew she was Cersei… lol
And the women were trained the exact same way as men were. As children they were equals ; they were not allowed to wear clothing until a certain age and at that point they were sent away to a training camp until they were 18. It was only the men who were sent into the wilderness for an extra two years to ensure their strength for battle.
Plus the women could marry whomever they pleased and the men weren’t allowed to live with the women in their house until she said so. And they were tough in Sparta but also all about family. To have male offspring was good luck, to have female offspring was an honour.
This part of the movie was true; King Leonidas really did kill a man because he insulted his wife and he always ensured that he had his wife’s approval. And while Leonidas was away in battle she did rule Sparta on her own.
Sparta knew what was up.
The Vikings are actually very similar to this!
There’s a lot of evidence of women being super hardcore warriors, either protecting the homestead while the men went viking, or even going viking themselves. (Viking is actually a verb, the act of going on raid.)
They also had divorce, which involved the woman getting together her posse and declaring that she divorced her husband three times - first at the entry to her property, second at the door of her house, and finally at the foot of her marriage bed. After that, she was no longer married to the dude, and could take all of the property she brought to the marriage and leave, usually to return to her parent’s home, but often also to marry some other guy.
The moral of this story is that patriarchy doesn’t just effect our present, but also our view of the past. Think that women have been oppressed across all cultures, throughout history? Wrong! Women have been kickass equals for millennia, but it is always the goal of oppressors to rewrite the past so they can use it to support their lifestyle in the present.
History is written by the victors, and right now, the victors are men.
“And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.”
I really want to artificially inseminate all the men who are against abortion against their will and then tell them that they have to have the baby.
Because that is literally what you are doing to women who can’t get abortions because of your stupid laws.
You are forcing them to have a child.
That’s fucked up.
Got asked out on a date and I can’t decide if I wanna go because I’m awkward as fuck and ugh how do people date on a regular basis. Like is this hard for anyone else or am I that fucking weird?
One of my biggest pet peeves is when someone tries to talk to me when i’m watching a movie/TV show
gtfo my face before I slap you.
My roommate wants to make an appointment to go to the doctors for a cold she’s had for a week (Normal course of a cold?) because she’s the biggest fucking hypochondriac in the fucking world.
She has straight up told me that she makes doctors appointments because it reduces her ‘anxiety’. She goes for absolutely no reason other than she thinks something could be wrong.
Is there a disorder other than hypochondria where like you’re addicted to going to the doctors because she has it.
And i’m super annoyed with having to listen why you have to go to four different doctors in one week for SOMETHING THAT DOESNT EVEN MATTER. UGH
and also we just had a discussion about the fucking dishes because the sink and the counter and the stove are ALWAYS covered with nasty dishes. We agreed that we would do our dishes in a timely manner and not leave them in the sink for a week. So far nothing has changed and because I’m not content with living in a house that smells like ass, I cleaned and windexed everything.
I’m tired of cleaning up after people.
I’m tired of hearing people bitch about things I don’t care about
I’m tired of people saying they want one thing and then doing the complete opposite
I’m just tired.