“We let Willow cut her hair. When you have a little girl, it’s like how can you teach her that you’re in control of her body? If I teach her that I’m in charge of whether or not she can touch her hair, she’s going to replace me with some other man when she goes out in the world. She can’t cut my hair but that’s her hair. She has got to have command of her body. So when she goes out into the world, she’s going out with a command that it is hers. She is used to making those decisions herself. We try to keep giving them those decisions until they can hold the full weight of their lives.”—Will Smith [on why he let Willow cut all of her hair off]
He raises a really great point. What would it mean to believe very early that my body was mine. That it’s not for anyone or for any particular purpose other than to be mine until I decide otherwise. (via larepublicadedet)
I was damned near 30 before I could believe my body belonged to me & me alone. Dear people who take an issue with this. Let the Smiths do right by their babies & shut the fuck up about how you think they should parent. (via karnythia)
Remember? Remember how our president gave speeches shortly thereafter about finding “common ground” on abortion? Don’t you wonder where, exactly, that common ground is? Is it on “Let’s come to a compromise on how many healthcare providers you assassinate per year”? In the wake of a Southern string of 3 targeted burglaries at clinics and 3 women’s health buildings set aflame (some of which don’t even provide abortion care), wouldn’t you really like to know what common ground looks like? “Let’s agree that no one likes fires in the summer; you could at least save arson for the winter months”?
Where’s a libertarian declaring “Those who would trade liberty for security…” when you could actually use one?
Dr. Tiller didn’t fuck around like that. They massed outside his office, and he had a huge sign printed: “Women need abortions, and I’m going to provide them.” No mincing, no equivocating, and no compromising his patients’ care. He went to work every day to protect women’s freedoms. Someone shot him in both arms, and he went back to work the next day. He had a gate at the clinic and wore a bulletproof vest — but his murderer shot him in the head, at church.
Do any of you have experience with the law or know lawyers? I ask because I am pressing charges against the restaurant for firing me for being raped in their parking lot. I am working with an advocate group and they are…
“Though no one would ever think of using the term honor violence (we reserve that descriptor for brown people who live somewhere else, motivated by religious something-or-other or tribal something-or-other), one-third of women murdered every year in the United States are killed by their intimate partners. In 2005 that amounted to 1,181 women, or three women every day. To put that in perspective, the UN estimates there are 5,000 honor killings every year in the entire world. 5,000 in a world of 6 billion versus nearly 1,200 in a single country of 300 million. In other words, a woman in America runs a greater risk of being killed by her husband or boyfriend than a woman in Pakistan.”—
A woman in America runs a greater risk of being killed by her husband or boyfriend than a woman in Pakistan.
I think that being repeated so many times is fantastic for Western fauxminists and “egalitarians” that think all issues here are “fixed” (or “reversed” so that men are oppressed) so now we just need to go save the brown women in other countries.
she replied with the cheesiest reply ever (she watches the show too and pretty much LOVES Castiel):
(yes, my parents forced me to put them down as my I.C.E - in case of emergency - contact)
When Misha sat down at our table he was sitting next to Olivia who was sitting next to me so when we were talking about his mum I thought it would be funny to show him my mum’s text and slipped my phone to him.
After smiling he then stared at my phone intently for a long time (at which point I was concerned he was reading all my texts O_O) he started typing. I stood up and walked up behind his chair to see just what the hell he was doing. Turns out he was replying to my mum in typical Misha fashion.
Needless to say I nearly died. my parents are already using ‘please draw a bath’ as a personal joke.