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What is a nice guy?
I have met many, or so I was told. They sat across from me on first dates, deeply sniffing a wine and commenting on the forenotes of fruitiness before asking if I “read much?” They tell stories about their love of Kafka; pausing only to look at me with this sad little knowing smile. To a child, they tell me much about the books I have already read. They explain words I learned and used well before them. When I try to interupt, to explain that, yes, I read, and as a matter of fact Kafka is right next to Dante on my bedside, I am talked down. Talked over.
The nice men don’t understand why being nice isn’t working. Women, I guess, are strange creatures to them. When we are approached on the subway and told we are pretty; when we only flash quiet tight smiles, it is an affront. They were only trying to be nice, it’s not their fault that our bodies are ships that others want to pirate. We should know by the smell of your rose lips that nice men - they exist. It is my fault for being so goddamn difficult. Nice men decide for me it is their duty to inform me of my physical accommodation to their pleasure. That compliments have never come as knives, a cage to suffocate the bird in. That because they used “pretty” and not “hot,” We should be sure that we are safe, that nice men only want us to hear what’s best for us. We’ll miss it when we’re older. Nice men are doing us a favor, until we don’t smile for them. Then they are nice men telling us we are bitches, sluts.
The nice men are only trying to help. Women won’t take it, because we are all dumb wild animals bumping our blind eyes against “jerks” who don’t know what we really need. We don’t even know what we really need. What we need is a nice guy, and the nice men are there for that; to force her into situations where she stands to lose a close friend again because he couldn’t stop seeing her as a sex object. She doesn’t know it, but she needs him. Nice men tell me a lot about myself; without my mouth ever opening. Nice men tell me I’m too stupid for my own good and need to be explained every little thing, that I don’t know if I’m worthy until I cause attraction, that I can’t even make my own sexual decisions.
Nice men, I am told, are not like other men. Nice men sometimes even call themselves feminists and then write poems about how hard it is to be a male feminist. Nice men are artists with their dark disney princesses, are pleasantly amused by the efforts of queer girls, offer shading advice to someone with headphones in. Nice men tell you while you’re buying roof tiles to go get your boyfriend. Nice men don’t understand why we flinch when the label “nice guy” explodes in our faces.
We are silent in all of this, an active object that they fondle with their meaty mitts. They assume our little chickadee brains can’t conquer poetry. They teach without being asked for a lesson. They insert their opinion. They know better than we do, about our bodies, about what is best for us. We are a curious thing to them, that does not bend, that talks back on other frequencies, says silly girly things like “I read,” “Of course I knew that,” “I saved a life once,” “I don’t feel comfortable with a strange man approaching me,” “I am able of knowing who I should be dating,” “I am a human and I have my own life, am not hive mind, have my own experiences and values and feelings and you should stop assuming things about me.“
Who told the nice men they are nice? What did they do to deserve that label? Was it be a decent person to that poor underclass of women? Did you deign to find them human? What does a nice man do that is nice besides tell me he is nice? What do the nice guys do? Did they ask us if we felt comfortable with the type of nice they offer? Did they ask us how to be nice or did they just all talk in one big group until some rules appeared, some “nice guy” guide. Is there a ceremony where nice girls and nice guys all sit around while the nice men sip wine and talk about how nice it is to be nice, did you know they once held a door and didn’t spit on her? The whole time us silly girls with our silly wildflower wilting hearts, we melt as these nice men glisten.
Maybe the reason they think they are nice men is because they don’t ever stop to listen.
i want everyone to know that, since posting this a day ago, even with my ask off, i received not one, not two, but twenty-two [and counting] direct messages from men who are very nice men, telling me that they are nice men; and this sort of thing isn’t nice to nice men, and how in their experience, i’m wrong, and if they could just explain that while certainly there are those nice men, not all nice men are like that. that i should stop taking people being nice seriously, please calm down, if i don’t like it don’t look at it. that i met the wrong sort of nice men, as if my entire experience (and that of all the women in the tags who groan and agree) - well… it’s very lovely and written well but it’s simply not real nice men who are like this. it is remarkable to me these men think i have been in some sort of all-female society where i have only met a handful of these people, where my experience with men is not statistically viable. that i simply don’t know what i’m talking about, and really, the following eight paragraphs will set me straight on just how much of a nice guy they are; should i really be attacking them like that? do i want to be a bitch?
“well, ex-cuse me,” one man writes in the comments.
you’re excused. please leave.
I’m blown away by this. Bless you.
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Orlando hospitals didn’t charge the victims of the Pulse nightclub shooting for their treatment. Those wounded in the tragedy collectively owed about $5.5 million in medical bills, but local hospitals announced they would write off all out-of-pocket fees, saying “many organizations, individuals and charities have reached out to Orlando Health to show their support. This is simply our way of paying that kindness forward.” Source Source 2
Source: didyouknowblog.com
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Gems + meanings part 1
Source: imacreepygirl
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where do i sign up to become an amazon
Isle of Lesbos?
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My current Pokémon Uranium team. Finding the sprites was a pain in the ass, but it was worth it for the Shiny versions. Raptorch aka Prometheus--Cubbug Smore--shiny Grozard Owten--shiny Jerbolta
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Guys please reply to this with what your url means or references I’m really curious
Mine has to do with my DA name that came from an old, old OC I don't want to think about. I seriously question what the fuck I was thinking back then, but my url comes from the fact that thanks to my DA name, everyone just calls me Dragon.
-sighs-...
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aunt peridot meets a baby
(ft the crystal grandmas and president maheswaran’s family portrait)
HELP
IM NOT CRYING SHUT UP
These dudes are fucking legit. They don’t just show up one day in court, either, they actually make friends with the kids and let them know they have a support system and that there are people in the world who care about them and will always have their back. And less important, but also cool, is that the few times a couple of them have come into my cafe, they’ve been super friendly and polite and when I told one of the guys that I noticed his Bikers Against Child Abuse patch and wanted him to know how awesome I thought he was because of it, he got kind of shy and blushed and said, “The kids are the awesome ones, we just let them know they’re allowed to be brave.”
The source is long, but so, so good. These men and women are available in 36 states, 24 hours a day to stand guard at home, in court, at school, even if the child has a nightmare. Many of them are survivors of childhood abuse as well, and know what it’s like to feel scared and alone.
In court that day, the judge asked the boy, “Are you afraid?” No, the boy said.
Pipes says the judge seemed surprised, and asked, “Why not?”
The boy glanced at Pipes and the other bikers sitting in the front row, two more standing on each side of the courtroom door, and told the judge, “Because my friends are scarier than he is.”
chauvinistsushi
Actual tears.. hnngh
bee-the-gatekeeper
Show me more of people like this, world. I give up on humans too easily.
where do i sign up for this,i want to be in this gang
haydengise
This is fucking amazing. It may be out of character for me to say this but rock on
Bikers Against Child Abuse was founded in 1995 by a Native American child psychologist whose ride name is Chief, when he came across a young boy who had been subjected to extreme abuse and was too afraid to leave his house. He called the boy to reach out to him, but the only thing that seemed to interest the child was Chief’s bike. Soon, some 20 bikers went to the boy’s neighborhood and were able to draw him out of his house for the first time in weeks.
Chief’s thesis was that a child who has been abused by an adult can benefit psychologically from the presence of even more intimidating adults that they know are on their side. “When we tell a child they don’t have to be afraid, they believe us,” Arizona biker Pipes told azcentral.com. “When we tell them we will be there for them, they believe us.” ( Article)
More about BACA, from their site
My parents are a part of this organization and they are metal af
They go on runs to protect the child if they feel even the slightest threatened no matter where. If the child needs them to go on vacation with them, they do. Bikers come from across the nation to watch over and take shifts for these kids. And the best part is once you’re adopted into this family as a BACA kid, you’re always one. Even when you’re 40 and the perp gets released from jail, they’ll come meet with you and find your best options for avoiding the person and maintaining the life you’ve built for yourself. Once a BACA child, always a BACA child. In Florida, there’s 100% rate for identifying the perp based on the child’s testimony. Why? Because BACA stands with the child and supports the child so they feel comfortable enough to point out their attacker.
What’s better than a badass biker gang being on your side???
NATIVE AMERICAN CHILD PSYCHOLOGIST WHO IS A BIKER AND NAMED HIMSELF CHIEF HELL YES I’M HERE FOR THAT AND BIKERS BEING BAD ASS TO PROTECT KIDS. HELL YEAH.
tinyfloatingwhales
it’s back! I will always reblog BACA
OH MY GOD THIS IS LOVE
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Update:
AHHHHHHHHHH YASSSSSS
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writing something sad and then waiting for the “how dare you”s and “thanks satan”s to start rolling in:
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Anonymous asked:
Erica, how do you feel about Rick? That is, as a person.
Rick….Rick, Rick, Rick.
Well, first of all, I love him, just like the rest of you. He’s a fantastic, complex character. He’s incredibly flawed, though. Rick is a fucking asshole. He’s a grumpy, mean, nihilistic old man, and he uses people for his own gain, there’s no doubt about that. But…he’s also completely full of shit. His many walls are nothing more than a defense mechanism to protect himself from his own feelings. In his eyes, emotion is a weakness; it’s impractical, and has no place in science. Emotion, particularly love, clouds judgment, and if you love nothing, then you lose nothing.
For instance, in 2x03, we see how much he despises the word “human.” It’s mentioned twice, by both Jerry and Rick. Rick would like to think of himself as something separate. But by the episode’s closing, it’s clear that at the end of the day, no matter how much he tries to fight it, no matter how much it disgusts him, he’s nothing more than a human himself. Rick loves. He loves romantically, and he loves his family. And he hates himself for it. It’s fascinating and pitiful and powerful all at once.
He’s a great character because you can be mad at him, you can acknowledge how messed up he is, and still for some reason want him to win. And I think that’s because, as a person, he’s not black or white, but grey, just like the rest of us. We’re all both good and bad, light and dark, and none of us want to be given up on, no matter how shitty we feel about ourselves.
I think we’ve only just begun peeling back the many, many layers that make up Rick Sanchez. I’m excited to see where else we go with his character. And I think you guys are going to truly love season 3.
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“Yes! I did it! There is no God! In your face!”
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I think my favorite thing about Rick and Morty is that it’s a multiverse, so anything you think of is real.
Morty as a girl? Morty wearing shorts instead o jeans? Morty wearing dresses and gender neutral clothes? Morty being really smart in school but has no street smarts? Punk Morty?
A universe where Rick cares and tries his best for the good of his family? Beth actually loves and cherishes Jerry? A universe where summer doesn’t have a little brother and she’s the “Morty”?;
And the best part is, this shows multiverses work off a couple of physics principles: so let’s say Rick and Morty are walking down the street and turn left, and alternate dimension would exist where they turn right.
This show is completely unlimited and I love just daydreaming about it and thinking about the complex relationships and outcomes that could have happened idk I love this show a lot