Sister gettin murried (Taken with instagram)
A little tree I made the other night. I think it’s really sweet. I’m thinking about making another blog, to post photos of my work and life. That was originally what this blog was supposed to be, before I discovered reblogging :p Let me know if you like my blog now, or would like a new one to follow of my work :)
JCPenney is featuring a same-sex couple in its Fathers’ Day ad, following One Million Moms’ failed boycott of the store for bringing on Ellen DeGeneres.
Four for you, Glenn Coco!
And none for One Million Moms!
I’ve seen a ton on the facebooks about “thanking veterans for their service.” As a veteran let me just be very straightforward and honest with you. We didn’t “serve our country”; we don’t actually serve our brothers/sisters or our neighbors. We serve the interests of Capital. We never risked our lives or spent months on deployment away from our family and friends so they can have this abstract concept called “freedom”. We served big oil; big coal; Coca-Cola; Kellogg, Brown, and Root and all the other big Capital interests who don’t know a fucking thing about sacrifice. These people will never have to deal with the loss of a loved one or the physical and/or psychological scars that those who “serve”, and their families, have to deal with for the rest of their lives. The most patriotic thing someone can do is to tell truth to power and dedicate yourself to building power to overthrow these sociopathic assholes. I served with some of the most real and genuine people I’ve ever met. You’ll never see solidarity like the kind of solidarity you experience when your life depends on the person next to you. But most of us didn’t join for that; we joined because we were fucking poor and didn’t have many other options.
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| — | An anti-capitalist veteran (via elitc) |
“It was around 1:30 a.m. when my friend and I decided it was time to leave. As we were heading out the door, my friend spotted Jacob. I was very excited that I was finally going to meet him after all these years being a big fan. I had to tap him on the shoulder several times before he turned around and shouted, ‘Hey! Look, it’s a midget!’ Then he laughed at the guy next to him and his turned his back to me while I was still holding up my camera.”
Kayla was speechless.
“In that moment it felt like time had stopped. I couldn’t believe what came out of his mouth. All I could think about was, ‘How am I going to listen to his music again without this memory reappearing?’ I was not only insulted but embarrassed because the club was full of people that definitely heard him.”
Hoggard’s comment was doubly rude because Kayla stands 4 foot 7 inches, and is indeed a short-statured person. “I was born premature with renal failure and at age four I received a kidney transplant. Therefore, my illness decreased my capability to grow taller. Regardless of my condition, nobody should be insulted the way I was insulted Friday night.”
And if a woman should say she doesn’t want to have children at all, the world is apt to go decidedly peculiar: ‘Ooooh, don’t speak too soon,’ it will say — as if knowing whether or not you’re the kind of person who desires to make a whole other human being in your guts, out of sex and food, then have the rest of your life revolve around its welfare, is a breezy, ‘Hey - whevs’ decision. Like electing to have a picnic on an unexpectedly sunny day or changing the background picture on your desktop. ‘When you meet the right man, you’ll change your mind, dear,’ the world will say, with an odd, aggressive smugness.
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| — | Caitlin Moran, “How to Be a Woman” (via Buffy Plays With Demons) |
