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I want men to try and imagine going about your day–working, running, hiking, whatever–and not being allowed to wear pants under threats of violence or total social and economic exclusion.

That’s the kind of irrationally violent and controlling behaviour women have been up against.

Also for anyone who thinks it’s easy for women to be gender non conforming because we can wear pants.

The only reason we can is because we fought tooth and nail for the right to! Any rights we take for granted today we’re the result of a prolonged, bitter battle fought by our predecessors for every inch of territory gained. Never forget that.

Title IX (1972) declared that girls could not be required to wear skirts to school.

Women who were United States senators were not allowed to wear trousers on the Senate floor until 1993, after senators Barbara Mikulski and Carol Moseley Braun wore them in protest, which encouraged female staff members to do likewise.

This was never given to us. Women have had to fight just to be able to wear pants. Women who are still alive remember having to wear skirts to school, even in the dead of winter, when it was so cold that just having a layer of tights between them and the elements was downright dangerous. Women who remember not even being allowed to wear pants under their skirts, for no other reason than they were female.

So don’t talk about women wearing pants being gender nonconforming like it’s easy. It’s only less difficult now because your foremothers refused to comply.

My mother spent her entire school career up until high school having to wear skirts, no matter how horrible the New England winters got, because she was forbidden to do otherwise. There were times when the weather was bad where my grandmother kept her home rather than make her walk to and from the bus in a skirt. 

They rebroadcast a few old interviews with Mary Tyler Moore, and in them she addressed the pants issue. There was a strict limit on what kind of pants she could wear (hence, always Capri pants, nothing masculine), and to use her words, how much cupping the pants could show. A censor would look at every outfit when she came out on stage, and if the pants cupped her buttocks too much, defining them rather than hiding them, then she had to get another pair.

My mom got sent home from school when she was 8 years old for wearing a pair of shorts under her skirt. She wore them because she didn’t want to show her underwear when she was playing on the jungle gym.

The principle explained to my grandmother that if she was old enough to worry about showing her panties then she was too old to be playing on the jungle gym and had to start acting more like a lady.

My GNC aunt had to be forced to wear skirts right up until the second she was old enough to join the navy and then spent the rest of her life wearing the baggiest pants she could find. The reason she thought the military was her only viable option was because she had terrible grades through high school because she kept getting sent home for wearing shorts under her skirts.

My mum both fought to wear trousers and to wear the miniskirt. Ironically, of the two, trousers were the bigger fight.

Argh, this reminds me of the people who say “women can wear trousers but men can’t wear skirts, so who has is easier”.

The reason why men can’t wear skirts is not because there’s some group out there that wants to control them – the reason is that femininity is (subconsciously at least) considered less and it’s seen as weird for a man to stoop down and associate himself with it. See also why you have to make up new words like man bun and man purse just to make absolutely clear that there’s nothing feminine about it.

It sucks for the men who want to dress more feminine, but the reason behind it is still plain old sexism, not reverse sexism, even if it also affects men negatively.

And women actively fought for it. It took them years, it got them in trouble. But they persisted until they had pushed society far enough to accept women in trousers. Nothing says men can’t do the same.

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anyway jeff bezos could eradicate homelessness. he could literally give each homeless person 100k and it would only take less than .5% of his entire wealth. what the actual god giving fuck

Why do you think they deserve it

Well shelter is a basic need, and would at the very least allow them a place where they can get back on their feet. Food water and shelter are necessary for a healthy body and psychology. There’s also the fact that they’re people too, and a little help goes a long way in making a decent community. There’s plenty of reasons

Yeah they need stuff, but why does every homeless person deserve 0.5% of someone’s income

You have five hundred apples, and just one day to eat them all. 

You pass by a small crowd of hungry children, and decide you’d rather 455 apples go rotten than give them to some snotty brat who isn’t your problem.

It doesn’t matter how hard you’ve worked for your 500 apples, or that you aren’t the parent of any of those kids. in the moment you decide to walk away, it doesn’t matter why they’re hungry, or who owes who what.

You had the opportunity to help people, you had the ability to help people, you had the resources to help people. You had everything you needed to make a small, tiny little difference in someone’s life, and you decided not to.

What are you going to buy in your lifetime that’s worth more to you than your own humanity?

What are you going to buy in your lifetime that’s worth more to you than your own humanity

Reblogging for the very, very important lesson

Sometimes I wish there were a Hell if only for the visuals of a bunch of rich shit heads wandering around on fire asking “Where’s my money?!”

It’s official!

I wasn’t going to say anything here in case I backed out before I made a decision BUT

about a month or two ago, I found out that Paul Reubens is going to be at FanExpo in Dallas, which is not far from me, in early April. I just purchased my ticket. It’s nonrefundable, so unless I get hit by a bus or get the plague or something, I am going. 

Paul, I am forcing myself to rein in my crippling social anxiety just to see YOU. You better not cancel on me or I’m going to be very upset. 

I am very very nervous and very excited. I’ve never been to a con before. I’m also going to try to see Billy Dee Williams, but I am really excited to meet Paul. Here’s hoping I don’t make a fool of myself. I really want a chance to tell him what he means to me. 

I may die you guys. 

Can we form a calming circle? Arthur and Nebula were both hanging out under the bed crying for no apparent reason. Neither of them ever do that. Arthur is a whiny baby if he loses a toy but Nebula never acts like that ever. And because I have a stupid overactive imagination, I remember thinking Horatio was a little lethargic the other night and remembering that some cats like to crawl off to isolated spaces to die…I panicked. I wound up crawling under the bed to find…a whole lot of absolutely nothing. I then went into the living room and found Ray curled up inside a box. And of course woke the poor little guy up to make sure he was okay. Arthur and Nebula, why do you do this to me?