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I like how people act like you can’t be racist and sleep with a person of color as if misogynists don’t sleep with women all the time
does anyone else ever forget that men aren’t expected to shave their armpits even though they’re so hairy, and then a guy lifts his arms up and you’re actually fucking shocked because you expect there to be skin but instead you’re greeted with 2 fur trappers, 5 families of elk and an ancient civilization that’s pretty close to inventing flying cars
I can honestly say that blondes do have more fun. ✨

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If somebody says this to me, we’re getting married 😂😂
Don’t tell your daughter that when a boy is mean or rude to her it’s because he has a crush on her. Don’t teach her that abuse is a sign of love.
My mom always taught me yell or fight back. Boys would be mean and I would yell back. I would get my ass pinched and I would smack them as hard as I could.
Who alway got in trouble? Me.
They would call my mother and she always came in and lectures my teachers and threatened to sue for making her miss work and treating me poorly.
She always taught my brothers to respect women. The only fights my brothers ever got in was defending women from someone else.
The school tried to call my father once instead of my mother on us. He came in in his full preacher outfit (being a preacher and all) and gave them an entire sermon on what would Jesus day of he was called in. They decided dealing with my mom was better.
I think my favorite story of this is when some kid snapped my bra and I turned around, didn’t even think about it, and punched that little motherfucker right in the nose.
So naturally, I end up in the principal’s office, refusing to apologize.
“He shouldn’t have put his hands on me and I wouldn’t have hit him!” That’s the only thing I was saying.
These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like he’s Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me.
“Melissa, did you punch him?”
“Yes.” I said.
“Why?”
“Because he snapped my bra strap.”
And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, “You’re telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? That’s what you are saying to me.”
“Well, sir-” The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. “Melissa did make it physical.”
“No. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?”
I didn’t get suspended that day.
*slow clap for excellent parenting*
This is the parent I want to be omg

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A relationship is like a house
If a lightbulb goes out, you don’t buy a new house, you just change the lightbulb.
Unless that house is a lying whore
Then you burn the fucker to the ground and buy a better house with lights that you can fucking count on.
This took the best possible turn.
me: does nothing for five days
me: today is a "me" day I deserve it I need to relax
The hardest thing to the do in the U.S. is to escape poverty. Being poor is expensive; the more money you spend, the more money you save. You can spend more money for something that is quality and will last more in the long run, but when you’re struggling with poverty you don’t have luxury of thinking long term. You don’t have the funds to invest in a better life. Double this because the system we live in is not set up to help most people succeed, especially the poor; the system’s rules are built by the rich, who absolutely have no intention of sharing power, and those rules are generally created and changed to benefit them and only them. It leaves people at the bottom with little resources and even less options for leaving the situations they are in. People who have never experienced poverty are generally very out-of-touch with the concept, because they can’t imagine at all what it’s like; if you don’t believe me, ask most middle class people what they think the poor should do to climb up the social and financial ladder and watch them give all sorts of nonsensical responses (”well, work three jobs then; you’re just being lazy”; “start a savings account and put money away there every month, it’s not hard”; “well if you want to be paid better, then maybe you should find a better job, because you only have yourself to blame for being here.”). There’s so little compassion and understanding, because the people in power have turned poverty from a situation of bad fortune and environmental pressures to one of morality. We are not taught to view the poor as being in difficult situations in a system that benefits from their poverty, we are taught to see them as morally defunct and to see their poverty as a character flaw. When we believe that, it makes it easier to disassociate ourselves from those who struggle, because if we believe that their poverty is a sign of their morality, then our own good fortune (which in reality is predicated on a number of factors and privileges that we have zero control over) means that we, the ones decently well off, are “special” and “morally upright.” Very few people are given the tools and mindset to accept that most of the opportunities they get or don’t get in life are heavily tied to our privileges; very few people are taught to look at the poor and feel sympathy; very few are taught to look at the poor and think “that could have been me, if I had been born in a different place at a different time, if I had been born with a different skin color in a society deeply embedded in institutionalized racism that handicaps certain groups, etc.” We need to work on that. Conversely, the easiest thing to do in the U.S. is to remain rich once you’re there. Power amasses power, and in a capitalist system, there is no greater power than capital. Once you have it, you have access to powers and privileges you did not before: better resources for you and your family, better education, little to no debt, better medical care, better investment opportunities, political influence on a much larger magnitude, etc.

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