The proletariat are not the white collar office workers and service personnel, but miners, power plant workers and other blue collar people from “flyover states” who will eat you first, because to them YOU are the rich.
Oh those people don’t count because they have wrong opinions and worship God.
do yall know how dangerous it is to spread the idea that only men can hurt you and women only help other women
Whyyyy can’t people in the notes just shut the fuck up and let this post stand
Do you think I care about the God damn statistics when the person that gives me the worst panic attacks is a woman? No. Because they don’t change the fact that I’ll never be able to visit my dog or my little step-siblings because the mere sight of her car makes me hyperventilate.
Statistics don’t matter when your former best friend emotionally blackmailed you and threatened to kill herself if you stop being there for her while simultaneously ignoring your chronic depression killing you.
Statistics don’t matter when the only person who got you out of an abusive household and gave you shelter and support in every way possible, was a dude.
Statistics don’t matter when you hear your aunt and cousin joking about them raping their partners.
Statistics don’t matter when you find out your cousin tried to trick you into getting drunk enough so some dude she knows could fuck you (or actually: rape you).
Have men been shit to me? Sure. But I don’t give a fuck about your statistics because they don’t erase the fact that the worst people I’ve met in my entire life have always been women.
Statistics don’t matter when my mom has slapped me and has told me to never tell anyone
Statistics don’t matter when my mom is one of the reasons my brother and I have mental health issues
Statistics don’t matter when my mom has hid my official anxiety diagnoses from me (which I only discovered when she was ordered to send it to my school)
Statistics don’t matter when my mom tells me to “not to dwell over” the death of my goddamn SISTER.
Statistics don’t matter when my mother always makes fun of and ridicules my older siblings behind their back, and likely does the same thing to me.
Statstics don’t matter when my mom calls me an idiot and says I’m gonna go to summer school, just because I didn’t immediately know the answer to a question she asked.
Statistics don’t matter when she’s parades me around as a precious miracle baby and then uses it as an excuse because apparently “if you can live in a hospital for four months with all the odds against you then I’m sure you can survive whatever’s going on now”, when that’s really not how it works
Statistics don’t matter when she gives me anxiety attacks.
Statistics don’t matter when she controls how my hair looks, only lets me get the haircuts she likes, and then takes my phone and other shit away, since I don’t like the haircuts that she demands I get so I “don’t look like a boy or a lesbian”
Statistics don’t matter when she says that I have to be a Christian since she is one.
Statistics don’t matter, because at the end of the day, my mom is the one that’s hurting me.
Statistics don’t matter when my step mother is the one who convinced my dad that transgenderism is a sin, thus resulting in constant pressure to repent of something that isn’t wrong.
Statistics don’t matter when it was my mother who left my father due to her cheating.
Statistics don’t matter when my family issues were caused by her and her alone.
Statistics don’t matter when my abuse stemmed from my mother abusing my abusers.
Statistics don’t matter when my mother sucked off my brothers.
Statistics don’t matter when my early drug usage stemmed from her drug abuse and drug abuse approval.
Statistics don’t matter when my mother was the one who threw things at my brothers and sat on them (she was 300 pounds, they were 150 tops) because they “wouldn’t behave properly”.
Statistics don’t matter when it was the fault of my mother that I feel guilty for showing that I feel sick.
Statistics don’t matter when my ex girlfriend outed me to the public, posted my private Instagram, discord, and art Instagram all because I called her a “conniving bitch” and “toxic” (Which, this proved it to be more true) and told her friends and followers to attack me. Which, they have.
Statistics don’t matter when my friends are in heavily toxic and abusive relationships that they don’t wanna be in, all because the woman in their life threatens to commit suicide if they leave.
It’s not just about me, but others. Many have suffered at the hands of women, so don’t you fucking dare say that women can’t be abusers. I lost 20 pounds in 2 or 3 months because I was so malnourished living under my mother. She used the 10 dollars that was supposed to be for my lunch for 2 weeks for her dinner for one night.
Women can be abusers. Men can be abused.
I’m a lady, but here’s my bit.
I was raped by my female cousin at a young age, and only recently did I have the heart to fucking say it to someone. Word got around, and soon enough SJWs are telling me that I was asking for it. That it wasn’t rape. That I was fucking lying.
Oh my god, I’m so sorry
The only reason I got out of sjw shit was because my ex girlfriend at the time fucking emotionally abused me and raped me. Also my mom emotionally abuses me and one time she locked me outside when there was a motherfucking tornado. You wanna know what sjws told me about this? That it’s my fault. That all the girls who have bullied/harassed/raped/abused me did nothing wrong. Honestly I was probably bi with a preference for guys but now at this point I have no romantic feelings for girls it completely faded. And it’s been gone for years now so im gay. Dear sjw/feminists, women can be shit. Men can be good. Get that through your thick skull.
Hey, what the fuck?
I’m so sorry this shit happens to you guys. That’s fucking awful.
But the moral is, women can be, and sometimes are, just as shitty as men can be.
I’m not sure this will work, but if someone sees that… Hello there, I’d like to ask for your help! I’m not from the USA but my OC setting takes place in your country and I need your advice on one thing in my story.
When watching films, for example, a person driving through the suburbs could be seen passing the abandoned houses. Why are they abandoned? They haven’t been sold yet? I need a house being this abandoned in my case so anyone could enter it without permission or supervision. Does it depend on the state I’m writing about, or I need a certain reason to explain why the property was abandoned? If in more detail, a previous house owner died, and it happens somewhere in Indiana.
If someone would answer and help me, I will be very glad! Also sorry for any possible mistakes. Have a nice day
“Ew you’re a guy and like the color pink are you gay?”
I’ve been waiting for this post all my life
Pink is player
HEY GUYS WANT TO KNOW WHEN AND WHY IT WAS ACTUALLY FEMINIZED COMPLETE SOME ACTUAL SOURCES?! LET’S HISTORY FOR A MINUTE:
For most of Western history pink did not have the gender connotations it does today. So what happened?
Pink actually used to be a masculine color, blue a feminine one
Before the 20th Century, young men and women alike wore pink clothing.
Pink actually leant more on the masculine side
- it was seen as a lighter shade of red which was thought to be a ‘fierce’ and ‘warlike’ color and therefore was more appropriate for boys.
Blue was more associated with girls since the Virgin Mary is customarily dressed in blue robes
in paintings and sculptures. In the 15th Century painting above, both God the Father and Jesus are painted wearing pink while Mary wears blue robes.
The early 20th century continued this trend with newspapers like the The Sunday Sentinel in 1914 offering tips to new parents such as “If you like the color note on the little one’s garments, use pink for the boy and blue for the girl, if you are a follower of convention”.
In 1927, Time magazine printed a chart showing sex-appropriate colors for girls and boys according to leading U.S. stores. In Boston, Filene’s told parents to dress boys in pink. So did Best & Co. in New York City, Halle’s in Cleveland and Marshall Field in Chicago.
-The beginnings of a shift
Today’s color dictate began in the 1940s as a result of Americans’ preferences as interpreted by manufacturers and retailers.
Stores found that people were increasingly choosing to buy pink for girls, and blue for boys and slowly began to market them as such, but this was far from a universal convention.
That would happen in the coming decades.
-How a first lady changed pink forever
Okay, so let’s set the scene. During WWII 11 million men and women served in the US military, all needing uniforms. This strained the country’s supply of fabric, the price of civilian clothing skyrocketed and restrictions were brought in.
Clothing using less fabric became fashionable and people conserved materials in this grim time.
The 2.2 million women working in factories supplying soldiers with munitions and equipment would have been used to wearing simple blue denim outfits like this riveter in 1943.
This practicality would go on for years, even after the war, while the country was still recovering.
Then, in 1953, the general who ‘won the war’ Dwight Eisenhower, was elected as president. At his inauguration, his wife, Mamie Eisenhower, turned up in a shockingly ostentatious, enormous, full length, bright pink gown, embroidered with more than 2,000 rhinestones.
It may look fairly basic now but this was a ‘break the internet’ type of moment (before there was an internet) and a complete departure from the wartime styles of the previous decade.
Mamie would wear pink - her favorite color - everywhere, it was her signature. It was a completely arbitrary, personal preference - she thought it went well with her complexion - but this was a major turning point in the story of pink.
It became widely accepted as a feminine color and women everywhere began wearing it to emulate the glamorous first lady.
This was solidified and exemplified in the 1957 smash hit film ‘Funny Face’ starring Audrey Hepburn. Think of it as the ‘Devil Wears Prada’ of it’s time.
Watch the fashion magazine editor declare that today’s modern woman needs to “Think Pink!”
This trend coincided with the post WWII economic expansion, sometimes referred to as ‘The Golden Age of Capitalism’, the period from the end of the war to the mid 1970′s.
Companies looking to rebrand their products to capitalize on this emerging market used pink to energize and modernize products, this 1960 advert for ‘new’ pink soap being an example.
From here on in, pink was everywhere, from clothes to interiors, cars and furniture, it was universally accepted as a symbol for femininity.
This trend became a cultural norm throughout the Western world and beyond and remains the case to this day.
So no, it wasn’t Hitler, but Mamie Eisenhower, who was the first person to initiate Halloween decorations be put up in the white house, clipped coupons, acted as a gracious host and had recipe for “Mamie’s million dollar fudge” is the reason pink is associated with girls and femininity.
Cellulose nitrate was used to make dice from the late 1860s until the middle of the twentieth century, and the material remains stable for decades. Then, in a flash, they can dramatically decompose. Nitric acid is released in a process called outgassing. The dice cleave, crumble, and then implode.
From Dice: Deception, Fate & Rotten Luck by Ricky Jay and Rosamond Purcell, 2002.
