Those mornings when you wake up to check the ocean out front your house and its all cold and messy so you go inside and make waffles. aka my whole week
And does that suck?
But the difference between these negative feelings and fatphobia is this: The only person worrying about whether or not I’m meeting beauty standards is me.
And that’s not the same for fat folk.
When you’re not thin, other people on the beach actually do take offense. When you’re not thin, people really do think that you shouldn’t be in a bathing suit. When you’re not thin, people really do make your body their moral obligation.
And while your internal struggle is real and significant, the point is: You might hate your body, but society doesn’t.
That’s thin privilege."
Here’s a sure-fire way to know that you hate women: when an incident of intimate partner violence in which a man knocks a woman unconscious gains national attention and every question or comment you think to make has to do with her behavior, you really hate women. Like, despise.
There is no other explanation. There is no “I need all the facts.” There is no excuse. You hate women. Own it.
Now, you probably don’t believe you hate women. You probably honestly think you’re being an objective observer whose only interest is the truth. You are delusional.
We have this problem in our discourse around the most important challenges we face where we feel we have to be “fair to both sides.” But sometimes, one of those sides is subjugation and oppression. If you’re OK with legitimizing that side in the interest of “fairness,” you’re essentially saying you’re OK with oppression as a part of the human condition. That’s some hateful shit."
Hey the thing I reblogged earlier reminded me to mention this:
I can promise all my followers that I do not post or reblog jump scares, ever, because A) I don’t like them and they suck, and B) I know at least a few of my followers have anxiety in one form or another and I’m not going to be that jerk.
So yes. There will be no jump scares from this blog, just wanted to ease your minds preemptively.
*subtle hints of self hatred in everything i say*
reasons i hate my school sometimes:
- we just got an email from career services about job opportunities FOR NEXT SUMMER. IT’S SEPTEMBER.
- before classes even started this year, career services tweeted to the freshman class: “New to Penn? Follow our 4-year timeline to simplify your career-shaping experience!”
- this week a friend of a friend on facebook posted a screenshot of an email her parents sent her saying that they were concerned because she is taking 7 classes and working this semester. she captioned it, “sigh… got discovered today”