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McKenzie

Bisexual

20

Will be posting mostly fandom stuff, horror stuff, social justice stuff, art stuff, etc. etc. etc

I asked myself what style we women could have adopted that would have been unmarked, like the men’s. The answer was none. There is no unmarked woman.

There is no woman’s hair style that can be called standard, that says nothing about her. The range of women’s hair styles is staggering, but a woman whose hair has no particular style is perceived as not caring about how she looks, which can disqualify her for many positions, and will subtly diminish her as a person in the eyes of some.

Women must choose between attractive shoes and comfortable shoes. When our group made an unexpected trek, the woman who wore flat, laced shoes arrived first. Last to arrive was the woman in spike heels, shoes in hand and a handful of men around her.

If a woman’s clothing is tight or revealing (in other words, sexy), it sends a message — an intended one of wanting to be attractive, but also a possibly unintended one of availability. If her clothes are not sexy, that too sends a message, lent meaning by the knowledge that they could have been. There are thousands of cosmetic products from which women can choose and myriad ways of applying them. Yet no makeup at all is anything but unmarked. Some men see it as a hostile refusal to please them.

Women can’t even fill out a form without telling stories about themselves. Most forms give four titles to choose from. “Mr.” carries no meaning other than that the respondent is male. But a woman who checks “Mrs.” or “Miss” communicates not only whether she has been married but also whether she has conservative tastes in forms of address — and probably other conservative values as well. Checking “Ms.” declines to let on about marriage (checking “Mr.” declines nothing since nothing was asked), but it also marks her as either liberated or rebellious, depending on the observer’s attitudes and assumptions.

I sometimes try to duck these variously marked choices by giving my title as “Dr.” — and in so doing risk marking myself as either uppity (hence sarcastic responses like “Excuse me!”) or an overachiever (hence reactions of congratulatory surprise like “Good for you!”).

All married women’s surnames are marked. If a woman takes her husband’s name, she announces to the world that she is married and has traditional values. To some it will indicate that she is less herself, more identified by her husband’s identity. If she does not take her husband’s name, this too is marked, seen as worthy of comment: she has done something; she has “kept her own name.” A man is never said to have “kept his own name” because it never occurs to anyone that he might have given it up. For him using his own name is unmarked.

A married woman who wants to have her cake and eat it too may use her surname plus his, with or without a hyphen. But this too announces her marital status and often results in a tongue-tying string. In a list (Harvey O’Donovan, Jonathan Feldman, Stephanie Woodbury McGillicutty), the woman’s multiple name stands out. It is marked.

Deborah Tannen, “Marked Women, Unmarked Men”  (via harukimuracallme)

I remember I had a book of essays for high school and this one was in it. It changed my view of things a lot. I always remember this essay when I think about gender

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edwardspoonhands:

captain-rel:

splendidbuttsex:

just the vehicle I need for the zombie apocalypse

I like that everything but the tiny little blue bug gets destroyedLike CRUSHCRUSHCRUSHCRUSHCRUSHCRUSHCRUSHboinktotally ok

The other cars have their engines in the front…the bug has it in the back…makes it harder to get leverage on it from behind. 

edwardspoonhands:

captain-rel:

splendidbuttsex:

just the vehicle I need for the zombie apocalypse

I like that everything but the tiny little blue bug gets destroyed
Like CRUSHCRUSHCRUSHCRUSHCRUSHCRUSHCRUSH
boink
totally ok

The other cars have their engines in the front…the bug has it in the back…makes it harder to get leverage on it from behind. 

(Source: bonjour700)

underbaeksthunderthighs:

ratsputin:

welcome to my sick twisted mind

It’s like 2005 threw up all over my dash

lyric-nor-lute:

zoevioletbenson:

This website teaches you how to make these awesome scarves! Click this

Oh man- the snake.

enemy-stand:

ahlazers:

you know how much pressure there is on girls to be good at every video game they play, because if they fuck up once there’s going to be a heck of a lot of people saying how girls suck and how they shouldn’t play video games 

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(Source: sp00nky)

horrorpicturemaniac:


My life is like a sea full of fake blood and screamings - HORRORMOVIE FAN!!!
-Bloodsucking Zombies from Outer Space

Horrormovies are awesome!!
Follow me into a deeper shade of red!

horrorpicturemaniac:

My life is like a sea full of fake blood and screamings - HORRORMOVIE FAN!!!

-Bloodsucking Zombies from Outer Space

Horrormovies are awesome!!

Follow me into a deeper shade of red!

deux-zero-deux:

17mul:

nubianbrothaz:

planetfaraway:

Today’s thoughts.

This the fucking truth

this is why respectability politics don’t work and don’t mean shit

wearyvoices:

My mind rebels at stagnation! Give me problems! Give me work!

Human beings took our animal need for palatable food … and turned it into chocolate souffles with salted caramel cream. We took our ability to co-operate as a social species … and turned it into craft circles and bowling leagues and the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We took our capacity to make and use tools … and turned it into the Apollo moon landing. We took our uniquely precise ability to communicate through language … and turned it into King Lear.

None of these things are necessary for survival and reproduction. That is exactly what makes them so splendid. When we take our basic evolutionary wiring and transform it into something far beyond any prosaic matters of survival and reproduction … that’s when humanity is at its best. That’s when we show ourselves to be capable of creating meaning and joy, for ourselves and for one another. That’s when we’re most uniquely human.

And the same is true for sex. Human beings have a deep, hard-wired urge to replicate our DNA, instilled in us by millions of years of evolution. And we’ve turned it into an intense and delightful form of communication, intimacy, creativity, community, personal expression, transcendence, joy, pleasure, and love. Regardless of whether any DNA gets replicated in the process.

Why should we see this as sinful? What makes this any different from chocolate souffles and King Lear?

sterek:

theorystyles:

rom-coms (romantic communists)

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(Source: deathoftheobject)