How To Get Away With Murder - Summary
26 images of tenacious, strong female loggers, welders, firefighters, miners and so forth challenging the idea of what we consider “women’s work.”
the brooklyn zine orders have all been shipped, so here’s my piece! thank you to everybody who pre-ordered and apologies to bucky barnes. so sorry, bucky. so very sorry.
things we lost
i’ve been reading too many sad fanfics tooo maaany
Dear Richard Armitage blogs that keep following me:
Hello! Lovely to see you here. I’m flattered and you’re more than welcome to stay as long as you like, but you should know that I haven’t posted any RA in. um. months. Years? It’s been a while. I’m not sure how you found me tbh. So if that’s what you thought you were getting here, it’s, uh, it’s not.
Parineeti Chopra responds to a male reporter who claims to know nothing about periods (menstrual cycle). [X]
I started my period when I was 10 years old. But we didn’t tell my grandma for three years because she subscribed to the “old traditions”, where a woman on her period could not enter the house, not even to bathe. Where she had to sit outside in front of the house (where the whole village could be witness to her shame and isolation) for the entire duration.
My friend started her period unexpectedly while we were at our local temple (in America) for dance class. Asking around if any of the parents had pads (all of them apologized and acted like adults about it), I thought surely the front office has a first aid kit. Don’t they have pads? When we asked, not only did they not have any, when one of the women gave one from her purse, the head secretary told us “There are men who need to use the first-aid kit, ya? So we don’t keep period things there.” Not even ibuprofen (which has so many more uses than period pain).
There are girls in India and Nepal (and other places, but I just read an in-depth piece about the situations in Nepal) who have to go to the “period hut” when their period comes and not leave until its over. They can’t wash and dry their cloth pads in the daylight, so they do it at night when the pads won’t dry properly before their next use, making them vulnerable to infection.
It is incredibly important, especially in India, to break the taboo surrounding periods. Break the secrecy around an event that happens to almost every woman, every month for literally half of her lifetime. Break the hiding, break the cover-up, break the SHAME.
Just break EVERYTHING. So little girls can go to school every day of every month without feeling ashamed. So women can work every day of every month to provide for their families without being glared at. So single fathers can confidently take care of their daughters’ health. So that women can talk about how terrible their period is or isn’t and give each other advice on how to deal with it without looking around to make sure men aren’t listening.
So that Whisper doesn’t have to be called Whisper, it can be called SHOUT. It can be called PROUD. So that we don’t NEED to fucking WHISPER about our bodies and our health.
I’ve been on vacation and am returning to the real world now, and I’m sure what I’m about to write will be repetitive for some. But I can’t not write it, and I hope that you share it because tomorrow, October 1, has the potential to be a historic day for Hong Kong, good or bad.
There doesn’t seem to be any discussion or concern about cultural appropriation in the knitting world. It is a world dominated by white women, I’ll grant, which explains why a search of the forums on ravelry consisted of white women making excuses for mis-appropriating…
yay :D congratulations on minimal tea drinking and lots of sleep :) *cuddleswarms*
This was a mistake. I’ve reminded my body what sleep feels like and now it seems determined to never let me open my eyes again. ._o