|Song: You're Standing On My Neck|
|Album: Daria's Theme|
Just played an ARAM with a Soraka who didn’t build AP or CDR. Sorce shoes, Abyssal, then Rylai’s + Liandry combo.
The biggest shock of Paris’s spring-summer 2014 fashion shows came on the otherwise calm and gentle Nina Ricci catwalk, when two topless activists from protest group Femen crashed the podium.
Grabbing a startled model making her way down the catwalk, they screamed “fashion fascism,” with words decrying the sexualization of the modeling industry written in make-up. One had “Fashion dictaterror” scrawled on her naked torso, the other “Model don’t go to brothel.”
One British model, Liverpool-born Hollie-May Saker, was caught in the middle, with the protesters brushing against her lamé-and-lace skirt.
“The next thing I just see half-naked women with black marker pen scrawled across their bare chests and that’s when she came at me….As she grabbed my arm she lifted my skirt exposing me – I pulled my arm back with such force that I landed a punch square on her nose,” Saker told the Echo. (Photo: AP Photo/Jacques Brinon)
So, to fight back against the sexualization of the modeling industry, these women assaulted a model and forcibly exposed her?
Protip: You’re not fighting a patriarchal system by assaulting women and exposing them against their will.
I have literally never heard of a positive thing done by Femen. Seriously. They need to stop. First the blatant Islamophobia, and now this? Really?
If your idea of feminism includes racist bullshit and attacking women who don’t conform to your exact image of a feminist, guess what? You’re a complete asshole and you’re misrepresenting feminism as a whole.
I *hate* Femen. Literally they are the reason feminism is viewed in a bad light. They’re the West Borough Baptist of feminism and I can’t stand it.
wasn’t it discovered earlier this year that FEMEN is run entirely by some rich israeli dude who required women to submit topless ‘audition’ photos before they can officially become a member
im pretty sure it’s not an actual feminist organization at all it’s really fucked up
white feminism bankrolled and controlled by old rich white dudes
Yo I’ve reblogged this before but the article linked above is so crazy important it’s not even funny.
wow ok fuck femen what the frick
i was cuddling this guy once n he had his head on my chest n just whispered “what did you just think about?” and i went “netflix” becus i was thinkin about netflix and he just went
"oh. your heart sped up and i… ok"
if i ever wanna show my moves on the dancefloor this dance is the key
This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.
We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”
"Why did you make him wear a dress?"
"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"
"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."
"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."
The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and solders, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.
When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.
Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.