Yes, I’m reblogging my own old posts. Get over it.
A major aspect of feminism is autonomy, being able to choose to do/say/wear/think/be whatever you want.
Stereotyping women in any light, positive or negative, should not be acceptable. If I want to wear skirts and watch romantic comedies and cook dinner for a guy I like, or even if I want to dance to that one Robin Thicke song and fawn over perfect-looking women in magazines - don’t fucking condemn me for that or call me “anti-feminist”. Are you kidding me with that ignorant shit?
Feminism is about every woman’s right to do whatever the fuck she wants without feeling like she’s going against some societal norm. It’s about equality, in the work force, in parenthood, in relationships, in the world. It’s about my decisions being MINE without the impeding pressures of a patriarchal society determining my will.
I remember what bitterness feels like. It’s the most awful state of being, there’s really no poetry to it. Sadness and longing can be turned into inspiring works of art, but things concerning bitterness are just that - bitter.
So I feel bad for people that won’t try to escape it. I fought hard to, because I was sick of the misery. It’s the one thing that will show through in every facet of your personality, it drives others away and shades your world in cynicism.
If that’s where you are right now - I hope someday you will come out on the other side. I promise it’s much brighter here.
My Uncle Joe passed away Monday night.
He was diagnosed with esophageal cancer 3 weeks ago. Monday night he told my aunt that he was feeling faint… he was dead within the hour. Blood clot on his lung.
Joe was a kind, sweet man. He was incredibly non-judgmental and compassionate. I’ll miss him, my whole family will. But my heart is hurting for my aunt, because she just lost the love of her life very suddenly at the age of 58 after spending so many happy years together. They just retired this year and had so many plans to travel the world and grow old together. How do you recover from that?
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; I hate that death is a part of life.
Ardis Whitman (via ancora-imparo)