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My daughter is four. She came home from school and told me she was playing a game called “Princess Gets Rescued From a Tower”. The kid of two feminists, living in a liberal city in a blue state, at the age of four, has internalized the idea that princesses need rescuing. 

I did four years of residency in ObGyn and three years of residency in Psychiatry. I am an MD and a practicing psychiatrist. I don’t have the bandwidth to look at the numbers right now, but I will tell you from personal experience with hundreds and hundreds of patients that women are the strong ones. Most of the babies of teen girls I delivered had no support apart from their own mothers. I wrote “father of baby not involved” in the chart more times than I can count. Most of the pregnancy terminations I performed were for girls and women on their own. Nothing made me feel like I’d made more of a difference than providing a desired termination for a teenager and placing her IUD. Now that girl gets to continue her education, develop her frontal lobe, and decide who she wants to be and what she wants to do. She doesn’t have to be a baby trying to raise a baby. She doesn’t have to be another cog in a system that perpetuates the cycle of poverty in order to keep women and people of color from working towards equality, equity, fairness and real change. 

Make no mistake. The overturning of Roe vs. Wade today is not about saving the lives of the unborn. It is about control of women’s bodies and agency, particularly poor women without the resources to travel out of state for a pregnancy termination. Women are meant to be property. Don’t believe me? How many letters have I received addressed to “Mrs. Husband’s First Name – Husband’s Last Name” instead of “Dr. My First Name – My Last Name”? How many people think my kids have their dad’s last name, because he’s the man and when you get married you’re supposed to give up your identity? Yes, it’s only a name. Yes, it’s tradition. But try speaking up against it— even that one, small thing— and see how much resistance you run into. 

Now women want more than our own names. We want to be paid the same as our male colleagues. We want our voices to be heard in legislation and government. We’d even like to be the president someday. At bare minimum, we’d like to decide the timing and circumstances of when we become parents, because women still carry the majority of responsibility for raising children today, with rare exceptions. We are on a tightrope with no safety net, because there’s so little in the way of institutional support for people who end up with a baby to support and no way to put food on the table. 

People who are thinking about how to get from one day to the next aren’t in the streets protesting. People who are terrified that they’ll be beaten or raped by their partner aren’t rallying for change. People who are trying to raise a child on a minimum wage salary with no parental leave benefits, without any sort of support, aren’t getting an education. People who are working two jobs to keep a roof over their heads aren’t voting. 

And that’s the goal. 

The princess in the tower may need a rescue now, but ask yourself who put her there. Ask yourself who robbed her of the tools to escape, because she’s strong and capable. If you’re a woman, stay safe. If you’re a woman of privilege, help your sisters. If you’re a man, speak up for us. And if there’s any part of you who feels that this is a move that will help any human beings at all, including the unborn children who are the proposed beneficiaries, I cheerfully invite you to get fucked. Nobody wins when women are forced to have kids they can’t or don’t want to support. Not them, not the kids… and not you. 

Every fandom deserves an AMV to this song. It's law.

Um. What The. FUCK.

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embroidery by @pinsandpinecones on IG

@unbeleveable liked for a Vampire!Jackie starter

Jackie knew that she was dead once she overdosed. The nurse just thought she was in hell because, of the burning sensation that resided in her throat. No, all over her body. The nurse did not know how long she was out for, nor did she realize that she was turned into a creature of the night.

Jackie’s ears pricked up hearing every pacing step of Eleanor’s stilettos, the woman finally opened her eyes blinking rapidly. “Eleanor?” asked Jackie in a grating voice. Why the hell did her throat feel like hot lava? “Are you dead too?” came Jackie’s confused reply, still adjusting back to the present time.

or white text guy. hes kinda spiffy

not people on twitter already being ‘huh idk how to interpret this’ and ‘our intentions were good we did nothing wrong’

i will slap all of u if that’s what it takes

bcs writers’ room that first day really went like. okay! we’re making this spinoff about the silly goofy lawyer with all the leniency and goodwill we’ve accrued having just made the greatest show of all time. where do we start. and they landed on “sex with head.”

If this was my mother pulling up and seeing this...

It would not have been the soft concerned "Michael?" his father says.

Oh No...She would have lost her mind out in the street. Waking all the neighbors.

What The Fucks Is Going On Here?! What the fuck are you doing outside at this hour?! Why the hell are you holding that knife?! Where the fuck is your sister?! Why isnt she watching you like shes supposed to?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN MY HOUSE?!!!!

Yep....Thats the only part of this movie I think is far fetched.

He cant die is easier to fathom than his partents not loosing their minds on the curb.

Just Saying.

~Red

HOLY SHIT SOME CALI GANG CONTENT IN THE TRAILER

THE WHISPERER episode 2

is out UNSUBBED in case anyone's interested, and it's not geolocked for you (4 parts in order below)

„Anon you made my bad mood into a good mood unbelieveable“

Wirunddieundich

Dude. I think me and my sister, @frootychick ,are time travelers🤯⏰️

Who'da Thought

So I dated an older dude while I was in college. Like I was 20/21 and he was 40+.

We had fun.

My father H.A.T.E.D. him.

When I first started dating him I had no tattoos yet which meant that my fair skin was bare for anything but freckles. One summer night after the passing of my Gram I got a tattoo on my back between my shoulder blades. Two f-holes like you'd see on a cello. Nothing crazy. Much sentiment. That's it. When he saw he got PISSED and said - and I quote- "It's like someone dented my new toy." We did not last much past that.

Fast forward to today and he's finishing up his Gottman Relationship Certificate to help couples navigate a healthy relationship.

Who'd da fucking thought that a man who saw me as a 'toy' that he owned would be helping couples navigate a healthy romantic relationship.

this is shaun he has a gambling addiction