NOTHING IS MORE PUNK THEN LETTING SMALL CHILDREN THINK UR COOL AND TOUCH YOUR HAIR SPIKES
once again the only people with a problem are grown ass people
Lobes of the Brain
- Frontal lobe (top left): responsible for motor functions, higher order functions, planning, reasoning, judgement, impulse control, and memory
- Occipital lobe (top right): responsible for visual perception and coloring recognition
- Temporal lobe (bottom left): responsible for auditory perception, memory, speech, emotional responses, and visual perception
- Parietal lobe (bottom right): responsible for cognition, information processing, pain and touch sensation, spatial orientation, speech, and visual perception
And old video! They’re so fucking tight and awesome now
So for any of my followers that are in NYC, come out to Muchmore’s in Brooklyn next weekend December 14th to hang out with me and wish me an early happy birthday and stuff as I see my favorite local band play :3 :3 :3
let me know if you want to come! Or show up! Bring your friends! Bring joy and happiness!
i hate when men complain about women’s body hair, even like the fine hair on their backs. go fuck a shark if you wanna have sex with something hairless
wouldn’t that make the shark a
This post got weird
And some women do call themselves “humanist” while claiming they are working for a more equitable society. The big problem with that, though, is that no group is identified as disadvantaged. There is no pattern of racism, there is no pattern of sexism, it’s just one unfortunate individual after another experiencing some random bit of misfortune. The “humanists” are simply too wishy-washy to identify the aggressor or his pattern of aggression, which renders them unable to stop the pattern of aggression committed by a repeat offender, but that title does allow “humanists” to feel good about themselves in spite of their worthlessness.
Also why feminism is not “equality for both genders.” Feminism is liberation for women.
You deserve someone who loves you with all their heart, someone who will think about you everytime, someone who will be wondering every minute of the day what you’re doing, where you’re at, who you are with, and how you are. You need someone who helps you make your dreams come true, and make your fears go away. You need someone that treats you with respect, who loves you like no one no matter your flaws. You should be with someone that knows how to make you happy, really happy.
You probably also deserve someone who has a job or is at least going to school or something and has some friends I like not having to think about my boyfriend every single minute and it would be weird and creepy and overbearing if he thought about nothing but me
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.
I wonder what if you ask those moms and dads, what is so cruel about a boy wanting to be a princess? Are you perpetuating the idea that it is shameful to be a girl? I hope their poor kids don’t take after their example. Chester looks damn cute.