Bare Feet in Grass

The rape of African women was not about to emasculation of the man and we need to stop making it about us.

Rape Law No white could ever rape a slave woman “The regulation of Law, as to the white race no on the subject of sexual intercourse do not apply and cannot, for obvious reasons, applied to slave, their intercourse is promiscuous”

Psychology of rape The fact that white men could profit from raping their female slaves does not mean their motives was economic. The rape of slave women by their masters were primarily a weapon of terror that reinforce white domination over his human property. Rape was an act of physical violence design to stifle black women’s will to resist and to remind them of their servile status.

A gift fit for a Princess (Purrincess?)

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When karma turns out to be a bigger bitch than you.

This is what a real, qualified OBGYN will tell you about what women feel when they get an abortion

1. St. Patrick’s Day

2. New Year’s Eve

3. Wednesday (any)

4. Columbus Day

5. The anniversary of the O.J. Simpson verdict

6. MLK Day

7. The night of a presidential election

8. Memorial Day

9. Mardi Gras

10. Black Friday

11. Saturday (any)

12. The Fourth of July

13. The first of the month

14. New Year’s Day

15. The first day of spring break

16. Monday (any)

17. Veterans Day

18. The first day of the NCAA Tournament

19. Friday (any)

20. Thanksgiving

21. Today

22. Sunday (any)

23. Good Friday

24. Christmas Eve

25. Labor Day

26. Arbor Day

27. The day after the Super Bowl

28. Someone’s birthday

29. Street-cleaning day

thats when my grandmother turned to her and said “ oh? so you’ve READ about these attacks, and you HEARD about these attacks, but you WATCHED us (black people) get torn to shreds on national television and that doesnt have you thinking Shepherds kill you too, huh?”

This week, the Office for National Statistics has added ready-made mashed potato to the UK’s official shopping basket, which it uses to measure inflation, and people are up in arms. Who buys a pre-chopped onion that costs three times as much as a whole one? How lazy do you have to be to choose a frozen omelette over a couple of eggs?

These kinds of convenience foods are an easy target. But for the 13.3 million people in Britain with disabilities – and those living with arthritis, chronic illness, recovering from injury or surgery, or undergoing cancer treatment – convenience foods aren’t just convenient: they are a lifeline.

This is an issue close to my heart. I’m a professional cook, but I also have a chronic pain condition, and there are occasions when I can’t even hold a knife. In times like those, I’m never going to opt for the impenetrable whole butternut squash over one that has already been diced for me.

OR Friends was the white NBC rip-off of Living Single that premiered a year after Living Single’s first season.

two related people the show is built around (Synclair & Khadijah, Monica & Ross)  

with childhood friends living nearby if not with them (Regine for Khadijah, Chandler for Ross or Rachel for Monica)

and a school friend that’s always there or moves in (Maxine for Khadijah, and again Chandler for Ross or Rachel for Monica)

the two dudes across the hall/in the building, one of which is hella sarcastic with a much more “grown man” profession and the other kinda goofy (Kyle and Overton, Chandler and Joey)

a character who used to be really fat as a child and adolescent… and became almost obsessed with thinness in adulthood (Kyle, Monica)

Phoebe = clearly Synclair

Joey = clearly Overton

Chandler = clearly Kyle

Rachel = clearly Regine

Monica = slightly modified Khadijah to make her more traditionally (read, eurocentrically) feminine, but still incredibly competitive with a nontraditional job where she’s her own boss in a field that caters to the tastes of others.

Ross = modified Maxine to make him less “alpha male”-ish (he’s supposed to be a more refined man in eurocentric and elitist terms), but still highly educated and competitive, fiercely loyal… and a protracted on again off again relationship with one of the other characters.

the only thing they didn’t do was put Synclair and Overton together on their show (even though everyone pushed for Phoebe and Joey to be together).

and the craziest thing is you’d think it took years for Living Single to establish all of these relationships so that Friends stans could say some of it just happened to co-develop, but nah. I have the entire first season of Living Single and all of this was established in that first season.

all. of. it.

They’re more comfortable, still form fitting, and best of all: THE POCKETS. THEY HAVE ACTUAL POCKETS.

don’t believe me? look:

these are boys pants, and they look just as good on me as any other skinny jeans I own

See that phone? I’m going to put it in the pocket. Must be so small right??

Ah yes, girl pants length. Probably can’t fit any further than that-

what? what’s this?

Good god. Oh good lord in heaven. This is blasphemous.

Look at how much room is still there. There’s chaos in the streets. Babies are crying. Fashion designers are screaming out of fear of the unknown.

Tall ladies: men’s pants are easier to find in longer lengths than women’s pants are.

Trans ladies: Wanna get on this gravy train, but afraid people will misgender you for wearing clothes off the men’s racks? Step one: tell me who these people are and I will punch them in the face. Step two: if it doesn’t make you dysphoric, please don’t feel obligated to wear pants off the women’s racks if pants off the men’s racks are more comfy/useful to you. I’m a cis woman who’s been wearing pants from the boys’ section and, later, the men’s section, ever since I hit puberty and in thirteen years maybe, maybe half a dozen people have noticed. And it’s always women asking the oh-my-god-pockets question. You’re all good. <3

Fat ladies: you will pay the same for a pair of 42x32 jeans as for a pair of 34x32 jeans, instead of having to pay some kind of Fat Penance Tax by way of being in the “plus size” section. Also, did I mention more room in the butt?

Ladies concerned about modesty: For obvious reasons, there is more crotch space in men’s pants. Embrace it and enjoy a life free from cameltoe worries and spontaneous labia-wedgies when you squat down.

All ladies: I swear to god the waists in women’s pants these days are made specifically to fit exactly nobody so that no matter what you do, your underwear will show. Men’s pants do not do this. The waists sit where they’re supposed to and will actually lay flat against the small of your back instead of flopping open to show your unmentionables to the world. If you want hiphugger jeans, buy one leg-length too small and one waist-size too large and let them hang, and they still won’t accidentally show your undies. Men’s pants will last longer. They cost less, in a lot of cases. Embrace the men’s jeans. Buy the men’s jeans. Stop buying shitty flimsy women’s jeans that wear out in six months.

And I said yeah, I’d seen it, I’ve been through the Trying To Fit Clothes On My Stupid Body wars, and this post really only applied to skinny jeans because they’re so stretchy. It couldn’t possibly work for regular jeans! I have TRIED SO MANY TIMES. I’ve always shopped in the men’s department because women’s clothes are like 90% bullshit and 10% fake pockets.

But I hadn’t seen the second addition, which gave me more hope, and I decided to just try on a few pairs when I was at Old Navy the other day. They have some “classic” jeans with no give to them at all, which is what I was trying on years ago that convinced me it just wasn’t possible. (Jeans in my price range didn’t really come with any form of stretch back then, as I recall. Textile technology is bad-ass.) But these days they mostly have “flex” jeans that have some give to them. (Women’s jeans are usually labeled “stretch” but apparently men’s have to be “flex” like they need stretchy garments so their HUGE MUSCLES don’t just TEAR THEIR CLOTHES!)

This was totally an impulse decision so I couldn’t measure myself, but I grabbed a few sizes based on what I vaguely thought my measurements probably were and decided it couldn’t possibly be worse than the endless cycle of regret, dissatisfaction, and recrimination that is trying on women’s clothing.

The first pair I tried on fit like a DREAM. I’ve been gaining weight lately which is a whole separate nightmare (mainly centered around “but I don’t WANT to buy new bras, this is bullshit!”) and the reason I need to buy new jeans because nothing freaking fits me, and I was sure these wouldn’t either, but DAMN. They’re the best pair of jeans I own. Twice as thick, pockets twice as big, legs nice and loose (they don’t even sell women’s jeans with a cut remotely similar to this), and contrary to my super dumb opinion from before this experience, they’ve got my plenty of room for all my womanly curvey bits. AND because they’re actually a relaxed fit instead of trying to cling to every inch of me, they don’t show my weight nearly as much as my women’s jeans do, they’re easier to move in, they’re not constantly inching down my hips with every move I make, and overall they just make me feel GOOD about how I look which is a strange new sensation I could definitely get used to.

Athletic cut jeans have more room in the butt. I repeat. Athletic cut jeans have more room in the butt. You don’t need to go to the dress pants to fit your lovely curvy self in there. Go to the regular section or big and tall if you’re a bit taller and/or wider, and there’ll be a little section of athletic style jeans. They’ve still got the giant blessed pockets and the room in the crotch and if you’re really curvy with a large bone structure like I am you can get yourself some quality pants.