Ophelie, french, single and always looking for a better job.
This blog is mainly a place to share, to laugh and to think.
I do fanarts thanks to photoshop.
I sometimes write fanfictions.
I try to be funny but I'm mainly silly.
And I run Fuck Yeah Darcy Lewis
I’m a guy, and I need feminism. Not “men’s rights.” Feminism. Here is why.
Everything that MRAs talk about that men can’t do or are socially punished for arise directly and immediately from misogyny. Not “misandry.” Misogyny.
Whether I am expressing my emotions, playing with children, baking, having sex wherein I am penetrated in any way, wearing the wrong color, talking the wrong way, moving the wrong way, being sexually harassed/assaulted, or paying too little attention to looking like I’m not paying attention to how I look, when society punishes me or derides me or marginalizes me for these things, it is happening because they are things women, not men, are expected to do, and our society at large fucking hates women.
Has that sunk in yet?
Men, can you even think of a single goddamn way you have ever been mocked that wasn’t related to something that a misogynist society sees as feminizing? Even when large men are mocked for their bodies, they are referred to as having “man-boobs,” for fucks sake.
How do you expect to improve those things with “men’s rights?” What right are you fighting for? I can tell you what I think you’re fighting for. I think you’re fighting for the right to contain and control misogyny, and direct it back at women, where you think it belongs. You want to maintain your privilege but erase its consequences, and that’s why your movement is farcical; it’s a big fucking feedback loop. How do you expect men to be free from the peripheral effects of misogyny when you refuse to even fucking believe it’s real?
What would happen, for instance, if suddenly, magically, men could menstruate and women could not?
The answer is clear - menstruation would become an enviable, boast-worthy, masculine event:
Men would brag about how long and how much.
Boys would mark the onset of menses, that longed-for proof of manhood, with religious ritual and stag parties.
Congress would fund a National Institute of Dysmenorrhea to help stamp out monthly discomforts.
Sanitary supplies would be federally funded and free. (Of course, some men would still pay for the prestige of commercial brands such as John Wayne Tampons, Muhammad Ali’s Rope-a-dope Pads, Joe Namath Jock Shields - “For Those Light Bachelor Days,” and Robert “Baretta” Blake Maxi-Pads.)
Military men, right-wing politicians, and religious fundamentalists would cite menstruation (“men-struation”) as proof that only men could serve in the Army (“you have to give blood to take blood”), occupy political office (“can women be aggressive without that steadfast cycle governed by the planet Mars?”), be priest and ministers (“how could a woman give her blood for our sins?”) or rabbis (“without the monthly loss of impurities, women remain unclean”).
Gloria Steinem (via uitheemse-meisie)
Some ladies are far more articulate than I can be…
since “You go, girl” doesn’t seem appropriate, “You go, Justice Bader Ginsburg”!!!
Bitches get shit done
True Story: Ginsburg and her husband attended law school together. After their first kid was born, her husband was diagnosed with testicular cancer, and Ginsburg attended class for both of them and took notes. With a sick husband and a newborn baby, she still made law review.
True fact: Ginsburg’s opinion in the VMI case is 50 tons of smoking-hot judicial “fuck you, if the standard is equality of opportunity, VMI, you can’t put three adjunct professors in a classroom next to a jungle gym, tell them to teach the ladeez, and then claim that you’re offering female students the same opportunity that you offer male students”.
True fact: Ginsburg is saucy as fuck, calling Scalia straight-out on his bullshit on the health care law by quoting his very own words back to him.
True fact: Ginsburg is a tough old bird who didn’t miss a day on the bench while she was getting chemo for colon cancer, but she is only human, and what Romney will appoint to replace her if he wins the presidency does. not. bear. thinking about.
ATTENTION: WOMEN WHO USE PADS ONLY HAVE SEX WITH 3/4 OF THEIR PARTNER.
tampons did not teach me how to masterbate.
I taught me how to masterbate.
tampons are made out of pain and suffering and are only to be used when one needs to or feels comfortable with it.
understand vaginas before you assume things about them, assholes
Prude - a woman who won’t fuck you
Dyke - a woman who won’t fuck you because you have a penis
Slut - a woman who fucks other people and not you
Tease - a woman who won’t fuck you even though she smiled at you
Feminist - a woman who won’t fuck you because she has, like, thoughts and stuff
TAKE ME TAKE ME TAKE ME.
The Women of Asgarda | In the Ukraine, a country where females are victims of sexual trafficking and gender oppression, a new tribe of empowered women is emerging. Calling themselves the “Asgarda”, the women seek complete autonomy from men. Residing in the Carpathian Mountains, the tribe is comprised of 150 women of varying ages, primarily students, led by 30 year-old Katerina Tarnouska. Reviving the tribal traditions of the Scythian Amazons of ancient Greek mythology, the Asgarda train in martial arts, taught by former Soviet karate master, Volodymyr Stepanovytch, and learn life skills and sciences in order to become ideal women.
Scarlett Johansson speaks out in VOTE ad (x)
For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, Carol Diehl. (via ashemo)
What if every time you wore an item of clothing that happened to reveal some skin women took it as an invitation for them to stare and make lewd comments as you walk past?
“So you don’t think that women should stay at home and cook for men, maybe?”
Nasim Pedrad as Arianna Huffington, on Paul Ryan being good for women (via soapybucket) —
Australian Nancy Wake fought fearlessly for the Allies in World War II, first for the French resistance and later as a spy for Britain’s Special Operations Executive.
Parachuted into the Auvergne in April 1944, she was hanging from a tree when a resistance fighter told her, “I hope that all the trees in France bear such beautiful fruit this year.”
She said, “Don’t give me that French shit.”