Quién mierda se va a sacar una selfie cagando en el WC? o alisarse el pelo o maquillarse con un espejo de mano cuando hay espejos gigantes afuera con el lavamanos?? dios mío los hombres son mononeurales, se nota que con la única mujer que hablan es su mamá y ni ellas les dan bola
Genuine question because I don’t actually know the answer: when it was boys who wanted to make more money, did researchers call it “materialism,” or did they use a different term?
Also while I’m here….the fact that Pick Mes exist and they WANT to cook and clean and have your kids and are begging to be chosen and so many men would rather spend their time arguing with the rest of us instead of simply going and choosing one of them is a pretty telling indicator that the real issue is power and control.
They don’t want women who WANT to do these things freely. They want the thrill of dominating women who don’t into submission.
🎬 Gelin size Hollywood filmlerinde kamera ne zaman Meksika’ya, 'Ortadoğu’ya', Güney Asya’ya ya da Afrika’ya dönse ekranın neden aniden tozlu bir sarı tona büründüğünü anlatayım:
Sinema literatüründe "Yellow Filter" (Sarı Filtre) olarak bilinen bu uygulama, aslında sadece sanatsal bir tercih değil, modern bir oryantalizm ve sömürgeci bakış açısıdır. Breaking Bad ve Traffic’te Meksika’yı, Extraction ve Slumdog Millionaire’de Hindistan’ı, Black Hawk Down’da Afrika’yı ya da pek çok ajan filminde İstanbul’u ve “Ortadoğu’yu” sanki üzerine sarı bir sis çökmüş gibi görmemiz tesadüf değildir.
Bu görsel manipülasyon, Edward Said’in bahsettiği "Öteki"ni inşa etme sürecinin en kestirme yoludur: Batı dünyası parlak ve "soğuk mavi" tonlarla rasyonelliğin, ilerlemenin ve medeniyetin merkezi olarak sunulurken; "Küresel Güney" olarak adlandırılan ve tarih boyunca sömürgeciliğe maruz kalmış coğrafyalar sarı filtreyle boğularak "kaotik, tehlikeli ve durağan" birer suç mahalline indirgenir.
Bu durum, kolonyalizmin kurduğu o üstenci görsel hiyerarşiyi her karede yeniden üretir. Sarı ton; kuraklığı, fakirliği ve "eskiyi" sembolize ederek izleyiciye bu bölgelerin modern zamana ait olmadığı ve "ıslah edilmesi gereken, kirli bir geçmişte takılı kaldığı" mesajını bilinçaltından fısıldar.
Hikaye anlatma biçimi olarak bu filtreyi seçmek, o coğrafyanın gerçek renklerini ve modern dokusunu yok edip Batılı izleyicinin zihnindeki stereotipleri beslemektir. Sonuçta sinematografi, burada bir sanat dalı olmaktan çıkıp dünyayı "medeni merkez" ve "egzotik/vahşi çevre" olarak ikiye bölen politik bir araca, yani sömürgeci zihniyetin görsel bir mührüne dönüşür.
Hi, so the woman who carried and gave birth to me was 13 years old, celebrated her 14th birthday only days before I was born. I should’ve been aborted. It’s really terrible that she was made to carry and birth a baby while she was a child herself.
Am I happy to be alive? Yes. Absolutely. Very happy to be here. Would I be mad had I been aborted? No, I wouldn’t exist, I wouldn’t feel anything. I shouldn’t exist. She was a child. The lives of girls/women are more valuable than fetuses.
so much narcissism man 😭
they think people of colour dislikes them bcoz of their looks and not for the massacres / crimes they have done in their colonies 🥀
It’s annoying that we realize children need a summer break and several vacations a year because they attend school, but we think it makes sense for adults to work 40 hours a week all year and probably get 2–3 weeks off in a whole year if you’re lucky.
I truly hate this argument, which assumes men simply have names but women’s are all somehow men’s. By this logic, it’s not your dad’s name either - it’s his dad’s. And not his either - his dad’s.
Your name is actually your name. And yes of course women should have the legal right to change their names in marriage but let’s please not lie to ourselves that marital name-changing isn’t incredibly sexist and a very literal manifestation of patriarchal power.
So is patrilineal naming for children, btw. One answer to “but it’s my dad’s name” might be to stop giving children dad’s name for a while.
“honor” and it's a manwhore who was partying and doing dramas with almost all of you women but yeah, tell me how he wants to remove her identity. M*n can't help themselves but just control women.
My "Roman Empire is the realization that my life is a lottery win. Somewhere in Sudan, Pålestine, iran, Afghanistan, Iraq or Congo, there is a boy smarter than me. He is more disciplined, more resilient, and holds more potential in his single finger than I do in my entire career.
The only difference? I am siting in a train and he is sting in the rubble of his dreams.
My "bad days" are his wildest dreams.
My "burnout" is a luxury he can't afford because his only job is staying alive.
It's geographical luck and it's a haunting injustice that we all refuse to acknowledge and look away
We’re raised to believe the man “carries the bloodline” because of his last name.
But biologically, that’s not how it works.
Mitochondrial DNA the part of you that powers every cell is passed only from your mother, unchanged, generation after generation and only a female can pass it forward.
So while names shift and change,
the only lineage that truly never breaks is a woman.
Civilization was built by people like this, and there is a stunning lack of gratitude in our culture for their work.
In this specific case, at least half of the apple varieties in Brown’s collection were considered “lost” until he personally tracked them down and saved them.
He literally went on quests where he did things like, tracking a lost variety back to a stump of a long-ago-cut-down tree near an abandoned homestead in remote Appalachia, took cuttings from the green shoots coming out of the stump, brought them back and planted them.
Absolute legend.
I saw a protest women and young girls were doing in Paris. They were encouraging women to bleed everywhere. On the bus seats, train, restaurants, liters everywhere that men also frequent to advocate for free sanitary pads. Till it starts inconveniencing them, they won’t create a budget for it.
There is a mythology the U.S. built around the American War in Vietnam. It goes like this:
Young idealistic soldiers were sent into an unwinnable situation by confused politicians.
They came home broken and unappreciated.
It was a tragedy. A mistake. A lesson learned.
Notice what that story does.
It centers Americans.
Their trauma. Their confusion. Their homecoming. Their feelings.
In this story, the Vietnamese people are a backdrop.
A jungle. An obstacle. An abstraction.
Three million dead Vietnamese people are the scenery for a story about American self-discovery.
They made hundreds of movies about Vietnam.
The Deer Hunter. Apocalypse Now. Platoon. Full Metal Jacket. Born on the Fourth of July. Hamburger Hill.
Count how many of them center a Vietnamese character with a full human life, a family, a name you remember after the credits roll.
They turned our genocide into their coming-of-age story.
They lost the war and still managed to make themselves the main character.
And then, with extraordinary arrogance, they put their soldiers' names on a wall in Washington and call it a memorial, as if the dead to be mourned were the people who flew 10,000 miles to do the killing.
Where is the wall for our three million?
There isn't one.
Because in their telling, we were never quite real enough to mourn.
I’ve been a feminist since the time I was in my mother’s womb. I don’t have a pre-feminist era.
For context, when I was a child, I asked my mum why my father used a wash basin after eating and why no one served her a wash basin since she was also an adult, so I would intentionally not carry my father’s wash basin when they gave it to me, so that he could wash his hands direct from the tap after eating like everyone else. I also told them I wouldn’t be getting married, I would adopt a kid. I was less than 10. I also use to randomly ask my mother to get a divorce 😂 for no reason mind you, I just couldn’t fathom why she would want to “submit” to her agemate.
Saw two adolescent boys absolutely terrorizing a family of geese across a huge public park lawn. No reason. Just for fun. Scaring them. Chasing them. Trying to kick them. I was fifty yards away. “Hey! Leave the geese alone!” Nothing. “Hey!!! Stop chasing the geese!!!” They looked at me and hesitated. Then kept going. I summoned the spirit of every soul brutalized by men and said “LEAVE THE BIRDS ALONE!!!!!!!” The entire waterfront park stopped and the boys RAN to their dad.
I am at the point where I have zero embarrassment for calling out men of every age for their actions. Whatever sickness men have, it starts young. It starts taking pleasure in the distress of others. I simply won’t stand for it.
And parents! The fuq ya’ll doin with these boys????????