whiskey-weather:

it-is-safe:

whiskey-weather:

takesabeating:

freexcitizen:

maxineanwaar:

A 14-year old Yazidi girl carrying an assault rifle to protect her family from IS, formerly ISIS.

Good

Kick ass young lady

Good luck. If they come for you, kill them all.

Strength to you, warrior.

I just want to put this here again, in the hopes that somehow this immortalizes her. Tomorrow, I’ll wake up and have coffee and feed our cats. I’ll have a beer in the afternoon while I wait for the FedEx guy. And I’ll complain on the internet.
But this girl’s future is so uncertain. You can see it on her face. I hope she sees the sun tomorrow. Run fast, shoot straight, keep fighting.

whiskey-weather:

it-is-safe:

whiskey-weather:

takesabeating:

freexcitizen:

maxineanwaar:

A 14-year old Yazidi girl carrying an assault rifle to protect her family from IS, formerly ISIS.

Good

Kick ass young lady

Good luck. If they come for you, kill them all.

Strength to you, warrior.

I just want to put this here again, in the hopes that somehow this immortalizes her. Tomorrow, I’ll wake up and have coffee and feed our cats. I’ll have a beer in the afternoon while I wait for the FedEx guy. And I’ll complain on the internet.

But this girl’s future is so uncertain. You can see it on her face. I hope she sees the sun tomorrow. Run fast, shoot straight, keep fighting.

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mymodernmet:

British artist Matthew Simmonds carves historic architectural structures into blocks of marble and stone, producing unique and intricate sculptures.

I require all of them to be in my house.

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alltsar:

to everyone saying “what has happened to our world”

alltsar:

to everyone saying “what has happened to our world”

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"

In the post-World War II era, the Klan experienced a huge resurgence. Its membership was skyrocketing, and its political influence was increasing, so Kennedy went undercover to infiltrate the group. By regularly attending meetings, he became privy to the organization’s secrets. But when he took the information to local authorities, they had little interest in using it. The Klan had become so powerful and intimidating that police were hesitant to build a case against them.

Struggling to make use of his findings, Kennedy approached the writers of the Superman radio serial. It was perfect timing. With the war over and the Nazis no longer a threat, the producers were looking for a new villain for Superman to fight. The KKK was a great fit for the role.

In a 16-episode series titled “Clan of the Fiery Cross,” the writers pitted the Man of Steel against the men in white hoods. As the storyline progressed, the shows exposed many of the KKK’s most guarded secrets. By revealing everything from code words to rituals, the program completely stripped the Klan of its mystique. Within two weeks of the broadcast, KKK recruitment was down to zero. And by 1948, people were showing up to Klan rallies just to mock them.

"

How Superman Defeated the Ku Klux Klan | Mental Floss (via sarkos)

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I ain’t the world’s best writer nor the world’s best speller
But when I believe in something I’m the loudest yeller

“Stetson Kennedy,” Woody Guthrie

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If Woody Guthrie wrote a song about your merits, you freaking HAD them.

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Stetson Kennedy: American Badass.

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"He was showing a lack of curiosity, and a refusal to be awed, that in another man would have been infallible proof of stupidity."

— Neal Stephenson, The System of the World

I sometimes find myself heaving sighs at pieces I once might have written myself, like Vox’s recent offering “The Bachelor franchise is sexist and needs to go,” from reporter Kelsey McKinney. Of course “The Bachelor” franchise is grotesquely, bizarrely sexist. The entire conceit involves generating drama by making its cast go through intensified versions of antiquated courtship rituals and making them feel bad for themselves if those rituals do not produce a happy result. But in keeping with Perl’s objection, I think we ought to be a bit more careful about declaring that culture “ought to go” on the grounds of its politics…

[T]here is something suspiciously anti-competitive about the idea that something should go away just because it has bad values. It is an impulse akin to the hope that a politician you dislike will be indicted or caught with a person not their legal spouse, eliminating the need to actually beat them at the polls. This is an end run around figuring out why people like what they like. It suggests a lack of confidence that liberal values will be compelling and a wish to ignore the reasons that something retrograde can also be extremely popular.

The questions of good or bad, sexist or not sexist ignore a much more interesting line of inquiry. Why is it that people, including feminist authors like Jennifer Weiner and Roxane Gay, love “The Bachelor” franchise? There is a certain un-suppleness of mind in the idea that sexist content attracts only people who are on board with that sexism.

flying-prussian-pugs:

rules-broken-fate-rewritten:

stickthinmodels:

feminspire:

YES!

IMPORTANT

the second one? i can buy that somewhat. the first one? breasts are sexual organs.

I SWEAR TO FUCK. NO. NO THEY ARE NOT. BREASTS ARE MEANT TO FEED BABIES. BREASTS ARE NOT MEANT FOR SEXUAL FUCKING PLEASURE. BREASTS SOLE EVOLUTIONARY PURPOSE ARE TO FEED THE YOUNG, NOT TO HUMOUR MEN IN BED.

Let me elaborate on that for the men who are still confused.

Do some people find breasts a sexually attractive body part? Yes, totally! But that’s also true of a million other things that we don’t obsessively cover up in public. Eyes. Hands. Hair. Legs. Shoulders. Feet, a popular item. Dimples. Freckles. Forearms. (I’m told. I don’t get it. Humans are mysterious.) In fact, you can name just about any externally-visible piece of anatomy, male or female, and there’s probably a well-populated subreddit devoted to its lascivious worship.

Are breasts an erogenous zone for some women? Yup. But, once again, you can also find those all over your body, including some pretty surprising spots. Just about anywhere that has a high concentration of nerve endings. Head, neck, tongue, scalp, fingers, toes. The base of your tailbone. Even the tip of your nose has a layer of erectile tissue, which (you may be aware) is highly responsive to touch.

When we talk about the sexualization of the female body, we aren’t denying that things like breasts have a sexual role. What we’re fighting is the stupid notion that their only purpose is sexual, or at least their primary one. Men singled out this one physical attribute and declared that simply by exposing it to daylight, women are inviting, or even demanding sexual attention. And the only way that notion makes any damn sense is as an extension of the belief that the sole purpose of women themselves is to please men sexually. We’ve been raised to believe that any way in which women are different from men is a deviation from “normal” and filled with sexual potency. We’re also supposed to believe that we men have no semblance of self-control, and that it’s the responsibility of women to restrict their own bodies in order to protect us from temptation, rather than our responsibility to, you know, keep our hands to ourselves?

This kind of double-standard accomplishes only one thing: it teaches men and women to be perpetually freaked out by a harmless organ just because some of us have it and some of us don’t. Breasts aren’t concealed because they’re disruptive; they disrupt us because we’re not used to seeing them unconcealed. So we can either keep living in a state of paranoid self-consciousness and shame, or we can create a society where the occasional sight of each other’s bodies is normal, familiar, and therefore not that big of a deal.

tl;dr get the hell over it.

(By the way, it looks like the drawings should be attributed to artbymoga.)

(Source: the-real-f-word-feminism, via ravenkinlegacy)

Max sings the Halo theme in an empty chapel we came across while hiking in Switzerland.

Dang.

buckbarrow:

do you ever have second-hand obsessions

like one of your friends is super obsessed with a thing so whenever you see something about it you’re like “YES THIS THING” but you’re not the one obsessed with it. they are. you know very little about this thing and yet it still excites you because it excites your friend

Oh. Yeah. That would explain a lot of my life, wouldn’t it.

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Matt Stuart - 12/24 Old Compton Street (x)

Matt Stuart - 12/24 Old Compton Street (x)