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The “wives, sisters, daughters” line of argument comes up all the fucking time. President Obama even used it in his State of the Union address this year, saying,

“We know our economy is stronger when our wives, mothers, and daughters can live their lives free from discrimination in the workplace, and free from the fear of domestic violence.”

This device, which Obama has used on more than one occasion, is reductive as hell. It defines women by their relationships to other people, rather than as people themselves. It says that women are only important when they are married to, have given birth to, or have been fathered by other people. It says that women are only important because of who they belong to.

Women are not possessions.

Women are people.

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The Believer Logger: I am not your wife, sister or daughter 

One of the most incisive responses to some of the rhetoric we’ve been hearing in the wake of the Steubenville rape verdict is this blog post over at The Belle Jar.

Jah feel this.

(via drinkyourjuice)

Wait. WAIT. BUT OBAMA IS STANDING UP FOR WOMEN’S RIGHTS LIKE NOBODY ELSE, RIGHT? RIGHT?!?!?!?!

So glad some other people see this.

(via christinefriar)

Ahhhhhh Mondaaaaayyyyyy

I don’t know exactly what time I went to bed last night. Just wasn’t paying attention to the time. I’m guessing it was in the neighborhood of midnight.

3:00 am: Awakened by the throat-blowtorch heartburn. Got out of bed, peed (duh), got a drink of water, munched some TUMS, and attempted to get comfortably situated back in bed.

Dozed off and on until 7, but mostly just layed awake wishing I was dead.

Called in to work? Nope! (Dude. I AM a trooper.) Currently sitting at my desk, still kind of hoping I spontaneously get struck by a meteor or something.

I still have heartburn.

Actually I’m in a pretty decent mood, considering. But uhhh … yeah. Pretty tired.

25 more (work) days!

x3:

giving blowjobs for louboutins. what you call that? head over heels

Would strongly consider.

(via aminacrossing)

Justin Timberlake

—That Girl

esofine:

magicallybabelicious:

thenatwolff:

micahsingleton:

Justin Timberlake — The 20/20 Experience

Track 7. That Girl

this. song. is. my. jam. 

WHAT SHE SAID. JAM.

Wednesday!

The internets are getting crazy with the “white smoke” news and everything right now, but I just think this is a good time to return my tumblr to “JT Blog” status/normalcy. This IS a jam.

This album comes out next week. (available on iTunes now)

Also, I JUST REMEMBERED that he is a guest on Jimmy Fallon all week this week! It’s Wednesday already, so there are 2 important hours of my life that may not be recoverable.

Just let me get this out of my system.

Speaking of email, someone has been busy! I don’t think of my tumblr as a tiny corner of the internet of any real significance—a mere pube tumbleweed on a public bathroom floor if anything—but I’m not going to trash up the internet with continuing this ridiculousness. I feel bad for you. Honestly. At your age, I hope more significant meaning to your life comes soon, because what a petty grudge. This kind of attention isn’t even flattering—I am genuinely embarrassed for you at this point. To be filed under: #letting childish things go when you’re a grown up, and #a bunch of shit I’m not even going to read It’s time for some oatmeal!

Speaking of email, someone has been busy!

I don’t think of my tumblr as a tiny corner of the internet of any real significance—a mere pube tumbleweed on a public bathroom floor if anything—but I’m not going to trash up the internet with continuing this ridiculousness.

I feel bad for you. Honestly. At your age, I hope more significant meaning to your life comes soon, because what a petty grudge. This kind of attention isn’t even flattering—I am genuinely embarrassed for you at this point.

To be filed under: #letting childish things go when you’re a grown up, and #a bunch of shit I’m not even going to read

It’s time for some oatmeal!

funruiner:

Dizzy when I don’t eat, dizzy when I do, even if it’s shit like salad with no dressing because life forbid I’m not allergic to something.

Dizzy when I drink enough water to make my body cramp, dizzy if I don’t drink enough.

I probably have an allergy to water now or an allergy to life. That’s it. I’m positive I’m allergic to life.

I’ve been saying that you’re allergic to life for years. About time you caught up!

I sent you an email about your taxes. You don’t owe me a few beers, you owe me a few hundred.

theillperipheral replied to your post: Ever check in to tumblr and it just hits you…
Influenza. What’s next, you catch the grippe? P.S. you couldn’t stay away for a week.

Nah, I wouldn’t disappear for a week. I was crabby on all levels that day, for no other reason than being incredibly, incredibly tired. I am, however, taking action against my own dashboard by doing some unfollowing. There is some obnoxious shit on my dashboard.

… and since we’re having a conversation about Mickey Mouse Club alumni, at some point we should have a brief discussion about how much I dig this song.

Possibly in need of an intervention.

singingmyheartsong:

Immigrant Tale (Saturday Night Live) (by NBC)

Did you guys know that JT is hosting this week’s SNL?

Because you know. I’m not planning the next 3 days of my life around it or anything.

Love this kid!

Ever check in to tumblr and it just hits you (moreso than normal) that everyone just keeps regurgitating the same 3-5 posts forever and always (myself included) and it just suddenly annoys the ever-loving-shit out of you?

Yeah, me too. See you in a week, tumblr.

P.S. 32 weeks pregnant and I lost 5 lbs. last week. Thanks, influenza.

”tl; dr”-free, tiny political rant

It’s kind of neat how ol B.O. is trying scare tactics to freak everyone out about the sequestration and blame its repercussions on Republicans … considering HE SIGNED IT INTO LAW, and, DUH REPUBLICANS WANT TO CUT SPENDING. God. But hey, did everyone see what Michelle wore for her appearance at the Oscars??

omg, I’m dying

funruiner replied to your photo: Er. Mah. Gerd. Solid advice. If you’re 7 months…
I’d totally make those for you. Even though I’m probably intolerant or allergic to every ingredient ‘cept the butter. …so far.

Whaaaaat? You’re not supposed to ENABLE me!

On a bright note, despite feeling (and to me, looking) like it’s been closer to 40, I have actually only gained 17 lbs. So really, at this point, I’m going to just eat whatever. All of the things. Much to my advantage, the heartburn keeps me from ever really over-eating or eating much of anything after like, 7pm unless I want to be up all night feeling like someone’s firing a blowtorch down my throat.

Er. Mah. Gerd. Solid advice. If you’re 7 months pregnant, never Google image “fudge brownies”. 

Er. Mah. Gerd.

Solid advice. If you’re 7 months pregnant, never Google image “fudge brownies”.