jumpingjacktrash:

idiopathicsmile:

“That well-dressed fellow in the corner? We call him the Gentleman Thief. Why, just last year, he single-handedly stole more than 40 gentlemen.”

magicgoldenflowerprincess:

I’ve read tons of posts about dress codes in US schools. Recently I even read an article about a girl who was sent home for having a top without sleeves. It’s so weird that our online magazines have started to cover it. And all of this seems like a dystopia to me.

Here’s a thing: Finnish schools do NOT have any dress codes. Like, at all. Nothing. As long as you have all legally demanded parts covered. Also, teachers might sent home a note if they notice a young child not wearing a hat or a jacket in winter (it’s FREEZING but hats are not cool yo).

I attended this elite high school (no, not EXPENSIVE, education is free in Finland, elite as in nerds and good teachers). All kids in there had the best grades of our entire country. It’s also a very old, traditional school that has produced many artists, politicians etc. for us (Finland is a small village but compared to that, those people are great). And what did I wear to this fancy school?

Leather skirts, so short everyone saw my garters. Skin thight red tops so open that you could see the color of my bra. Fishnet stay-up socks. Leather boots with stiletto heels. And I also sat on my desk most of the time, so all boys behind me could clearly see all the glory of my high-heeled legs. I admit, I was bit of a goth kid then.

Guess what? Everyone passed the classes. I did not cause all the boys in our year to fail. Actually, they got used to it so quick nobody even noticed my clothes. And nowadays I attend a respectable office job where I dress in a modest (altough personal) way. Because in Finland we let kids be kids. I had plenty of time to learn professional dress code after I’d had my fun.

TLDR; Dress codes for kids are weird and unnecessary and not having them will not make the world burn.

glumshoe:

glumshoe:

Me: “Anyway here is my complicated relationship with lesbian identity and why publicly identifying as such is something I have avoided because it invites nauseating discourse from strangers about nonbinary identities and gender litmus tests, but I use it privately in real life among people I know are capable of nuance and value compassion over participating in righteous discourse. I no longer see a purpose in keeping that private.”

Tumblr: [crickets]

Me: “Here’s a lighthearted joke about being a lesbian—“

Tumblr, en masse: “You disgusting, ugly, hairy MAN, you creepy RAPIST, you are not and NEVER WILL BE a lesbian, go fuck yourself, I can’t BELIEVE you think you’re entitled to FUCK LESBIANS. You’re so predatory. Kill yourself. You referred to the Bechdel Test? Appropriative. You are too masculine to have any right to call yourself a lesbian.”

That statement was in direct response to a flood of people claiming that interacting with lesbians made me predatory and that my difficulty discerning extreme friendliness from possible flirtation was “male entitlement” and “rape culture” because no lesbian would ever find someone like me attractive. When passing as male and living stealth, being identified as “female” without coming out to them either means you aren’t passing (dangerous, dysphoria-inducing) or they have special knowledge about you. A lesbian approaching someone romantically in this context without first clarifying how they conceptualize their gender and sexuality is showing disregard for their identity and is quite possibly a TERF – you have no idea how many cis lesbians have approached me with some variation of “oh it’s so sad that you bought into those Transtrender Lies and have mutilated your Sacred Wombyn’s Body”. 

This, too, was immediately on the heels of “DFAB nonbinary people are Actually  Just Men who don’t want to admit to having male privilege so that they can parasitize women’s spaces”. As much as this upset me and felt wrong, any attempt to distance myself from “man-ness” would (and continuously has been) be construed as “dodging accountability” and “invading safe spaces”. I did not want to push back against being considered Basically a Man both because I would be used as proof of this belief and because I fundamentally disagree with the unspoken attitude that the only two genders are “predator” and “prey”, and that too many drops of masculinity into a solution chemically transforms it into Predator Gender. 

I can’t really relate to the aspect of ‘discourse culture’ that involves getting really invested in the long-term development of strangers’ personal identities and feeling the need to challenge or police how they express them. You are free to consider me “suspicious” – it is unlikely that there will ever be a time in which you will need to trust me – but I can guarantee that disaster will not befall the Earth if you decide to mind your own business. 

lafemmenuit:

I’m tired of girls trying to invalidate their own feelings during times of pain, especially to their friends. Your break up meant something. That friendship you lost was a hard blow. I understand why you feel tired this semester. Sometimes this “modern woman” stereotype is patriarchy’s last attempt; patriarchy disguised as feminism. You don’t have to be “wise beyond your years”; your pain and crying does not mean you are not intelligent. If you feel your friends demand justification for your pain and ordeals, they’re not friends. You’re strong but human. Remind yourself emotional space is part of liberation.