I would totally put my face 4 inches from her chest and scream, “I’M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW!” And I’d make a point never to take my eyes off her boobs until she got so uncomfortable and creeped out that she decided to leave, go back home, sit on her bed in the dark, and think about how completely stupid she was to write “STILL NOT ASKING FOR IT” while asking for it.

This woman’s a disgrace.

But she’s not asking for it. This is a human body, nothing more, nothing less. It’s not being sexualized, in fact, she’s covered her nipples too. I’m sorry, h-plus, that you feel that your body and the body of other women should be considered a disgrace. Do you feel uncomfortable when looking at pictures in the doctor’s office of a woman’s naked body? And do you, leftybegone, get uncontrollably horny at the same sight? Control your python (or garden snake), man, you’re not 12. Have some maturity over the matter. If you did that to that woman, leftybegone, you’d just be putting a bad face on us guys, making us seem like sex-crazed, immature horndogs. Maybe you are one, but I’m tired people making that assumption of us as a gender. It’s disgraceful. She wouldn’t think it was stupid of her to do that if you did. You’d just make her movement more powerful.

Rape (noun):the crime of forcing another person to submit to sex acts, especially sexual intercourse.

Men aren’t primal fucking animals. They’re humans that are completely capable of resisting their urges. I bet you (leftybegone) are a kid with some serious hormones since you, obviously, can’t control yourself.

“She was asking for it.” Really? Can you really blame an individual for someone else’s lack of control? The mere fact that a woman is more likely to be assaulted if she wears certain types of clothing does not make it right. She could walk around naked and that still doesn’t excuse rape. The solution to the problem is not for women to “dress less slutty” but for men to realize that a woman’s choice of dress is not an open invitation to sexual assault.

but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you

We (men) are not fucking sharks!

We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct

We are capapble of rational thinking and understanding. 

Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it. 

Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.

Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them. 

You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed. 

What is so fucking difficult about this concept?

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Reblogging again because important.

Russell Howard’s Good News s10e07

College Confession #37

I was in class, and I had a package of Poptarts, but I was making a lot of noise trying to open the wrapper. I looked around to see if anyone noticed and I made direct eye contact with a guy so I stopped.

After class, the guy that I made eye contact comes to me and says, “I saw you with those Poptarts and i just want you to know that next time, open that bitch with no shame, there is never any shame in Poptarts”

That was the greatest advice I have ever received.

– University of Science and Arts of Oklahoma

amazing

Because as a feminist I want breadsticks sorry not sorry

social anxiety is realizing you’re lonely, not wanting to be lonely, being handed and opportunity not to be lonely, and still choosing to be lonely because despite every previous indicator that you would be welcome to join in on other people’s fun and stop being lonely, you’re still afraid that no one wants you around

PAOLO SEBASTIAN Couture Spring/Summer 2016

Women are always saying they are sorry. I do it all the time. We have that innate desire to please. It’s weird because that instinct is what makes us awesome and admirable. Women hold us all together. But it sucks that what makes us worth our weight is what gets in our way. Lately, I’ve been doing less of the [whiny cry voice] “I’m sooooo sorry.’ And more of the [drop several octaves] ‘No. Fuck. Jesus.’.