Las mujeres iraníes nos piden que seamos su voz:
"A todos los pueblos del mundo: en menos de 5 días, más de 12.000 personas han sido asesinadas en Irán. Es un crimen de lesa humanidad. Por favor, sean la voz de mi pueblo."
Compártelo. Hazlo viral.
Querido mundo, ¿estás MIRANDO?
17 días de VALENTÍA.
17 días exigiendo LIBERTAD.
17 días de HEROÍSMO.
17 días de RESISTENCIA.
17 días de CORAJE.
Apoye al valiente pueblo iraní.
If you claim to support human rights yet can’t bring yourself to show solidarity with those fighting for their liberty in Iran, you’ve revealed yourself. You don’t give a damn about people being oppressed and brutalised so long as it’s being done by the enemies of your enemies.
🇲🇽⚠️Rogelio Guerrero Reyes hizo historia para México al convertirse en el primer mexicano en ganar DOS medallas de oro en la Olimpiada Internacional de Matemáticas, la competencia académica más importante y exigente del planeta.
🇯🇵📍 En Japón, subió a lo más alto del podio mundial.
🇬🇧📍 Un año después, volvió a hacerlo en Reino Unido, confirmando que no fue casualidad, sino talento, constancia y disciplina.
La Olimpiada Internacional de Matemáticas reúne a las mentes jóvenes más brillantes de más de 100 países. Resolver esos problemas no es cuestión de suerte: requiere años de preparación, pensamiento lógico extremo y una capacidad fuera de lo común.
This is a photograph of me at eight years old. I remember that jumper clearly. I had dragged my dad into GAP, straight to the boys’ section, and begged for it instead of the girly blouse that had been suggested.
At that age, I refused to wear any colour other than blue. I pleaded to have my hair cut short, properly short, like the boys. My parents would not let it be shorter than a bob. I am sparing you the photograph. It was truly dreadful.
From about the age of three, I was unmistakably a tomboy. I asked for toy soldiers and a football shirt for Christmas (Chelsea- Blue is the colour!). I was the only girl invited to a friend’s football party. I was the only girl who turned up dressed as a prince to a ‘princes and princesses’ party.
I read and wrote obsessively. I gravitated towards The Lord of the Rings, spy novels, all the familiar ‘boy’ stories. In every story, in every game, I imagined myself as a male protagonist. His name was always Theo, the boy version of my own.
If someone had told me then that it was possible to actually BE a boy, that there were drugs I could take to transform myself and my body, I would have seized the opportunity. And deeply regretted it later.
As I moved through my teenage years, I began to realise something crucial. I was perfectly capable of loving all of these things while still being a girl. I had despised the words ‘girl’ and ‘woman’ because I had bundled them together with every restrictive feminine stereotype I had encountered.
Today, I would have almost certainly been described as having ‘gender incongruence’ or ‘dysphoria’. And on that basis, I might have been offered medical interventions that risk infertility and amount to chemical castration. Then when I’d been brainwashed enough, I might have been pushed towards a double mastectomy or cross-sex hormones. The Pathways trial MUST BE STOPPED. #StopTheTrial
"Are you aware of the leading cause of death for pregnant people in the US?"
"Women, moms?... Are we talking about women?"
"Whatever terminology you want to use."
"You're a board certified physician and you're telling me men can get pregnant..."
Answer: it helps girls. It tells girls they have the right to things of their own. It tells girls they have the right to say 'no'. It reminds girls that the desires of boys do not supersede their feelings, their rights, their discomfort or their safety.
A mí me quieren callar con mentiras.
A ti te quieren intimidar.
A México lo quieren someter.
Pero no cuentan con algo:
somos más, somos libres y no nos vamos a doblar.
🇲🇽🫡 Aquí está la resistencia ciudadana.
My father once told me the secret to a happy marriage.
“Stay out of the kitchen. Let her handle the holidays.”
I was 19. He was in his recliner.
My mother was cooking for 14 people.
She’d been up since 5 AM.
He’d been up since the football pregame.
I didn’t think anything of it.
That’s just how it was.
Fast forward 20 years.
I’m in the recliner.
My wife is in the kitchen.
She’s been up since 5 AM.
I’ve been up since the pregame.
My daughter walks by and I see her watching.
Not the TV.
Her mother.
Then me.
Then her mother again.
That’s when it hit me:
She’s taking notes.
My father taught me that holidays were for men to rest and women to work.
He didn’t say it.
He showed it.
Every Thanksgiving.
Every Christmas.
Every Easter.
The recliner passed from him to me like an inheritance I never asked for.
This morning I woke up at 4 AM.
Not for content.
For the turkey.
My wife found me in the kitchen at 6.
She didn’t say anything.
She just stood there.
Then she cried.
Your kids are taking notes.
Not on what you say.
On where you sit.
The recliner is an inheritance.
Be the generation that stands up.
Response to woke-scold TikTok influencer “Mrs. Frazzeled.”
She employs a condescending “gentle parenting” shtick that she uses to promote various woke ideologies.
This is a step by step response to her manipulation tactics that give you real time safeguarding language to respond with.
This man, “Gabrielle” Darone, spent 9 months simulating a pregnancy, including feigned morning sickness and the wearing of a fake belly, with the intention of play-acting the loss of the imaginary baby. He also joined a support group for grieving mothers who had lost children, seeking validation and “support” for his planned “stillbirth.”
He even went so far as to rent a machine that simulated contractions, and bought a plastic “baby” which he inserted into his rectum and then “gave birth to.”
Women who objected to his presence in the group - women who had actually lost children - were kicked out so that this man could feel supported in his game of let’s pretend. Their very real grief was considered less important than this man’s sexual fantasies.
To top it all off, he did all of this in the house he still shared with his unconsenting soon-to-be-ex-wife and their minor children. He even roped his 7 year old into taking “maternity pictures.”
Mr. Darone also convinced his doctors to provide him with drugs to induce lactation. He asked the members of an online breastfeeding group he’d joined if any of them would be willing to let him
“breastfeed” - that is, sexually assault - their babies, and attempted to donate the chemical-laced sludge he pumped out of his moobs to “other mothers.”
These men have proven over and over again that there is no aspect of women’s pain that they will not twist into a prop for their sickening deviancy, from rape to oppression to sexual objectification.
Even the loss of a child in the womb is fair game to them: a perverted, selfish, hyper-sexualized game of make-believe that must always take priority over the real pain and real needs of real women.
The only rapist to appeal his conviction for assaulting Gisele Pelicot just had his appeal denied and his sentence INCREASED to 10 years.
What a win — Gisele is a true hero for all victims and her pursuit of justice will be a deterrent to future abusers. Well done.