Flirting when you’re Asexual.
What triggers my anger is when that person who happens to be a female says: “I don’t need feminism. I don’t need to be liberated.”
How about you tell that to:
- that Moroccan girl who killed herself after being forcibly married to her rapist (x)
- that 11-year-old Texan girl who got raped by 18 men while the New York Times said she “dressed older than her age.” (x)
- Reyhaneh Jabari, an Iranian woman who was tortured in jail then hanged after killing the man who was going to rape her. (x)
- Nojood Al-Ali from Yemen who got divorced when she was 10. (x)
- the 16-year-old girl from Ohio who got raped and filmed at a party by 2 boys, while CNN reporters talked about the bright futures of the rapists as athletes. (x)
- the 94 women in Jordan who were legally married to their rapists, only in 2014. (x)
- the 8-year-old girl who was married to a man 5 times her age, and died on the day of her wedding because she suffered from bleeding and uterine rupture after intercourse. (x)
- the 25 Palestinian women who were killed by either their brother or father, in order to “protect their honor” only in 2013. (x)
- the 99% of Egyptian women and 90% of Yemeni women who have experienced sexual harassment (x) (x)
You still don’t need feminism?
I’m crying
lush employee: hello welcome to lush would you like to buy some of our dirt harvested from the actual earth for only $27.99 per ounce
if this post didn’t have so many notes I’d scroll off but ya’ll need to find your fucking chill
yes lush products can be pricey, they’re not always in everybody’s price range I completely understand that, and yes they can be in weird formulas, or too ~au naturale~ for some people
cool, if you don’t like their products that’s fine by me but there’s no need to throw shade at other people for it
the reasons the prices can be high is because not only do lush try to ethically source absolutely every ingredient possible, but they do their god damn fucking best to pay everyone involved in the process a fair wage
how many other big beauty companies that use sandalwood in their products try to source it in a way that helps support indigenous australian communities?
how many other companies give all the proceeds of a body scrub minus government tax to a fund that is trying to help save the great barrier reef?
how many other companies not only hire openly trans and queer people without blinking but also support them and their potential struggles in the workplace and do campaigns for their rights?
how many other beauty companies are not only 100% against animal testing for their products but have been making efforts and campaigns for years to try and outlaw animal testing for cosmetics globally?
like boo hoo you find it dumb that a product has sand in it and don’t like that it’s getting popular with other people
move on already
Exactly what this guy ^ said. My skin is stupid and, beyond taking pills for it, Lush has been the only product I’ve used to make it better. And I’ve tried tons of stuff. Yes, it can be pricey but totally worth it so I can wear short sleeved shirts and not feel self-conscious or gross because my arms are covered in sores and scabs
They also last a SUPER long time too! I bought soap bars from them that last 2-3 times longer than store-bought soap… so not only are tou getting a better-made, better produced product from a superior company but it also lasts a long time.
To me that’s definitely woth the extra cash for it.
The production team for The Prince of Egypt conferred with roughly 600 religious experts to make the film as accurate as possible.
The production team for Exodus conferred with 3 White guys who’d admittedly never heard of Egypt, but assured the final, mayonnaise slathered product was as accurate as possible.
I’m pretty sure I heard somewhere that The Prince of Egypt is actually the only Exodus-inspired movie to get approval from leaders of all three of the major religions that share the story- Judaism, Christianity, and Islam.
Well damn
Prince of Egypt is the best movie and I’m not even religious.
I hate that I laughed at this
“Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there,” and another one appears. And dodges the downward sweep of claws, darting to the side, bouncing off the pentagram’s barriers, and tripping over the demon’s tail. “In the Vatican!” she cries out as she moves, using the State Farm Agent summoning charm to modify the situation as she was taught, and mentally thanking her trainer for expecting her to be fast enough to do it on the first incantation.
Most State Farm agents, when they run into trouble, have to get the customer to do the jingle a second time. That guy with the buffalo was lucky.
The magic takes hold, and she materializes in the aisle of St. Peter’s Basilica, still holding the demon by the tail, in the middle of Sunday morning Mass. The music clatters unprofessionally to a halt as laypeople, deacons, priests, monks, nuns, and the Pope all turn their attention to the surprised demon whose fifth course of dinner has turned, unaccountably, into a visit to one of his least favorite places on Earth.
There is chanting in Latin, and vaguely cross-shaped gestures, and clouds of incense, and the demon vanishes in a puff of smoke, whether from the efforts of the clergy or of his own volition no one can say. The Agent doesn’t wait, fleeing towards the doors and escaping in the confusion.
She gains the exit and walks, purposefully, toward Rome proper; there, she ducks into the nearest alley. A burner cell phone comes out of one of the less-used pockets of her purse, and she dials a number from memory.
“Allstate,” says a smooth masculine voice after three rings.
“State Farm,” she answers. “I’m calling in a favor.”
“Yeah?” Interest. “What sort?”
As she talks she’s pulling out her smartphone, keying an app that was activated by the summoning, and pulling up the policyholder data that enabled the incantation to work.
“Insurance fraud,” she said, and can almost hear teeth sharpening on the other end of the line. She gives him the name, the address, the policy number. “Someone needs some mayhem.”
“That’s my name,” the man says.
She smiles. “Someone needs all the mayhem.”
He chuckles. Slow. Evil. Even with the echoes of demonic laughter ringing in her ears, she’s impressed. “Don’t worry,” he says, almost purring.
“You’re in good hands.”
OH MY FUCKING GOD I just read insurance commercial fan fiction and it was so good, bless you, I’m going to remember this day forever.
I never knew insurance fanfiction was everything I ever wanted.
“what if the aborted baby could have cured cancer???”
oh my god what if the last egg I bled onto a kotex product could have cured cancer??
oh my god how am I not birthing every possible egg I produce, lest one of those resulting babies be the person who cures cancer/AIDS/creates world peace????
what if that baby could have been a musical artist described by pitchfork as “liberace with a metalcore twist”????
how dare i not be pregnant/birthing all the time always?????
What if the person to cure cancer can’t afford to go to higher education because she was forced to raise a child she never asked for in highschool?
