I really desperately love my hair when it’s buzzed.

And I really desperately despise other people when it’s buzzed.

I like my hair buzzed. I think I look pretty and that I manage to pull it off and it’s a haircut I’m comfortable with. What I’m not comfortable with? People thinking that my hair is permission to touch me, or tell me I look ugly, or that no one will want to date me, or that I must be breaking my mother’s heart.

Today my boss asked me if I like shocking people. One, irrelevant. Two, why is my hair on my body about everyone else and their thoughts?

My hair is for me. That’s all.

Casual reminder that while you don’t need to think that myself or any girl ever looks good with a buzz cut you do need to be a decent fucking human being and respect mine and other women’s right to do whatever they want to their bodies and that includes their hair.

Really though

unapologeticfatty:

if you come here and reblog something and add any commentary along the lines of “real women have curves!” or “this is what a woman looks like!” 

I will eat you alive.

All women are real women.

Women do not have to look a certain way to be a ‘real’ woman. 

If you identify as a woman, you are a real woman. 

Your body is valid, and real,  and it is worthy of respect. 

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How hard is it to be a female human being in the media? Anne Hathaway is a pretty good measure. She learned everything she could about sex trafficking and prostitution to play Fantine, and knew only too well that modern-day Fantines were probably living within blocks of the Academy Awards. As she said in her acceptance speech, ‘Here’s hoping that someday in the not too distant future the misfortunes of Fantine will only be found in stories and never in real life.’

Did that get coverage? No. Instead, the huge and expensive media beast speculated on her nipples. In a way, that makes Anne’s point. No wonder there are still Fantines, so many in the media think like pimps, traffickers and johns.

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Superbowl and Slut Shaming

manytinysteps:

assalam alaykum dear friends.

Today, I am a little more than upset. I am annoyed. I am tired of the slut shaming that this world has. What makes me even more annoyed is the fact that recently a lot of this shaming has been done by so called feminists, so…

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and-now-a-girl-tells-you:

toomanystarstocount:

and-now-a-girl-tells-you:

toomanystarstocount:

Casual reminder that while you don’t need to think that myself or any girl ever looks good with a buzz cut you do need to be a decent fucking human being and respect mine and other women’s right to do whatever they want to their bodies and that includes their hair.

Casual reminder that if I don’t think that something looks good on someone I have the right to express my honest opinion on this and you need to be a decent human being and handle critizicm in a mature way.

Actually you thinking that you have any right to comment on my body and what I do with it just makes you an asshole.

It’s my body, not yours. Mind your own goddamn business.

Yes, in fact I do have this right. I have the right to comment on the governments way of doing politics, any footballers way of doing sports, any actors way of playing a role and I also do have a right to comment on something insignificant as on how you are doing your hair if I feel like doing this. You also have the right to tell me I’m an asshole for being honest, if that’s your personal opinion on me. I won’t be mad the way you get mad about a person being honest to you, because I appreciate it if people express their opinion on me. :)

Yeah, no, you can go to hell.

Society spends all its time telling women how their bodies should look and it’s bullshit. My body is my own and no one else gets to tell me what to do with it.

My body is not for public consumption, comment, or opinion. Leave it, and me, alone.

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Men are always asking me “why is feminism still important?” and “why should I care about feminism?”

brute-reason:

I can’t answer that for you. Go out and learn it.

Go into the city with a female friend. Walk 20 feet behind her and listen.

Make an account on a social site. Use a female name and photo. Post something, anything.

Go to a Take Back The Night march. Listen to the survivors speak out afterwards.

Set a timer on your phone or watch for two minutes. When the alarm goes off, another woman in the United States has been sexually assaulted.

Make an account on a dating site as a woman. Check your messages.

Take a walk through a toy store. Look at which toys are “meant” for boys and which are “meant” for girls.

Hang out with six of your female friends. Statistically, one of them has been raped. The chance that her rapist served any jail time for it is 3%.

Watch a movie. Almost any movie will do. Who’s the hero? Who gets saved? Who speaks the most?

Listen to other guys insult each other when they REALLY want to put each other down. “Pussy.” “Bitch.” “Sissy.” The worst thing for a man to be is like a woman.

But most importantly, read. Read bell hooks, read Jessica Valenti, read Amanda Marcotte, read Gail Collins, read Julia Serano. Read blogs and essays. Read literature written by women. I bet they didn’t assign you much of that in high school English class.

If I had unlimited time and energy to debate with you and patiently explain Why You Should Care About Feminism and counter each of your points with all the books and articles I’ve read, believe me, I would. But I don’t.

So go out and learn.