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midwestmountainmama:

my heart just stopped. i just read on a feminist site a (presumably) feminist say “What’s the point of feminism if feminists don’t believe people can change?”—and this was said about a man who attempted to murder a woman, who has abused women, who has slept with women students, on and on and on and on….

What’s the point of feminism if feminists don’t believe men who try to murder women people can change?

i feel as if i should go out into baby sugg’s field and apologize to all the women who have fought and died for gender justice.

That, and

what is the fucking point of feminism if you can’t count on other feminists to have a woman’s back, shun the fuck out of a dangerous slimy predatory douchebag, kick him out of the community, and make his name dirt?

I mean I thought that was the whole point of the thing

Yeah this is why I don’t call myself a feminist anymore

Context, context, context, context, context, more context (check comments for great responses from bfp, Nanette, La Lubu, saurus, piny, etc.).

Nu!Trek Spock: "I have been emotionally compromised."

I have a CRUSH and I’m kinda scared to ask her out even though I know she likes me even if she doesn’t, like, like me but also scared that someone else will ask her out first because she’s pretty awesome and normally I would be wibbling about this on Twitter but we follow each other on Twitter.

She doesn’t know about Tumblr, though.

Ahhhh, Tumblr. You’re always there for me.

For fuckyeahqueercuts! I’ve been cutting my own hair for…jeez, at least a year? This is my routine:

  1. Tools: clipper with attachments, scissors, hand mirror. You also need a big mirror on the wall, like a bathroom mirror. Useful: towel over the sink to catch bits of hair, broom (or vacuum) to clean up the floor.
  2. I put my back to the bathroom mirror and hold the hand mirror in front of me so I can see the back, and clip the back of my head all the way up to the crown, using a shorter attachment near the nape of the neck.
  3. Same thing with the sides, but with my shoulder to the mirror. You have to bend your ear down to clip around it.
  4. Some parts of the sides you can do facing the bathroom mirror.
  5. I like to do the top more choppy-like, with scissors. Pinch a line of it between my fingers like so…
  6. …and cut bits of it, but not straight across—tilting the scissors and pushing them so they shear the hair off at an angle. Or aiming the scissors straight down so they only get narrow bits of hair.
  7. Or you can aim the scissors parallel to your head and cut random bits that way.

tl:dr; Use clippers on all the hair you can’t see from the front. (Practise without the clippers turned on, so you know by feel instead of sight—it gets confusing with a mirror.) Then use scissors on the parts you can see to cut random bits till it gets that choppy, kind of layered look.

Oh yeah, and attitude! You can have the ugliest hair ever and if you act like it’s supposed to look like that, people will believe you.

P. S. Forgot to put the attachment on the clipper and shaved a bald patch once. The world didn’t end. I wore cute scarves for a week (I looked like a butch Yenta) and kept cutting my hair with the clippers to get it closer to the shorter patch, and life went on.

P. P. S. Caveat: YMMV depending on hair type. My hair is straight, fine, and thick. Anon should look up tips for their particular hair type + ethnicity + whatever.

I’m going to die.

The spot between my boobs is ITCHING UNBEARABLY but I can’t scratch it because I’m sitting in a Second cup with a ton of people around including a guy right in front of me who’s looked at me weird a couple times because I was laughing at Twitter.

It’s been nice knowing you all.

“The nature of God is a circle of which the center is everywhere and the circumference is nowhere”

– Empedocles (via theancientworld)

…uh, cite? This reads like a mashup of fragment B27 and the ones after (“…God, a sphere, round, rejoicing in complete solitude”—other translations here and here) and Jorge Luis Borges’ “The Library of Babel”: “The Library is a sphere whose exact center is any one of its hexagons and whose circumference is inaccessible.”

I grant that Borges may be making a reference I don’t get, but it is probably not to Empedocles. If you look at the fragments it seems like Empedocles is speaking figuratively, talking about the cycle of change—how matter is structured and recombined into many different things over time, and how all these different sorts of things we seem to have are actually made out of the same stuff. Nothing is really created or destroyed. (Kind of like a metaphysical version of the law of conservation of mass. Those Greeks were perplexed on a conceptual level by the idea of something coming from nothing, or something turning into nothing.)