🍂Ellie🍂

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JK Rowling has done more damage to feminism than any other person in modern history and I'm not joking.

Because of people like her, women, regardless of birth gender, are expected to conform to impossible standards. No unique features are allowed, no strong noses, no square jaws, no hormonal conditions, no form of biological variety is allowed. All deviation from the delicate Victorian era white woman is forbidden. If you don't conform to these impossible standards, then they call you a man. The facts don't matter to them - all that matters is that they maintain their clique of rich old British bints with high school mean girl mindsets, neurotic victim complexes, and too much time and money on their hands. I'm not hyperbolizing when I say my boomer mother's era of feminism was way more progressive than whatever the fuck is going on right now. It's the polar opposite. JK Rowling and her cult of radfems took the feminist progress of the past seventy years out back, shot it in the head, and pissed on its corpse.

lots of times if I tell my boyfriend that I am proud of him for dealing with a situation, or that I'm sorry he's having to deal with a situation, he will say "no it's my own fault." meaning that he feels like he doesn't deserve praise or comfort for dealing with a situation that is his fault. (for example a financial problem caused or exacerbated by him having been too anxious or absentminded to deal with the situation sooner.) and I tell him this and I will tell y'all this, that I don't believe that. I think you are even braver and stronger for taking steps to deal with a mess that is of or partly of your own creation, because you have to cope with guilt and shame on top of the thing itself, and because you're fighting against the same ingrained dysfunction in yourself that caused the mess. that's like the bravest and most constructive thing you can do and you should be proud and I am proud of you.

also, mistakes don't mean you deserve to suffer

I haven’t been on tumblr for quite as long as a lot of people but over several years I’ve noticed this interesting gradual sorta,, shift in the general culture? that it went from this mostly depressed, nihilistic outlook where people would regularly joke about hating themselves and being hopeless and depressed, to a wave of vehemence of “STOP hating everything actually the world is Good and you deserve love!!!” type posts, to now, where those aggressive ‘PSAs’ have faded away and instead I regularly see people romanticizing simple things like stars and hot tea and rainy mornings, and waxing poetic about their friends, and just trying to put love out there. and I don’t know exactly what that means (someone who knows more than me could probably say something smart about generational expression and trauma or popular perception of mental health and whatnot), but I do know that it makes my heart very full to see people learn to love the world and themselves by extension, and a whole userbase adopting healthier coping mechanisms, and therefore teaching the younger users to do so as well. I might just be following different people, but I really do think we’ve grown. everyone has grown. five years ago it wasn’t unusual for the next post on my dash to be a scathing commentary on why nothing matters or an anon ripping into someone they barely knew or someone complaining about how pathetic their interests are. now I have mutuals who get excited and spam reblog art of cows and friends I see tagging each other in pictures of frogs and strangers writing paragraphs about how much I matter. it makes me happy. idk. just an observation I wanted to make. I think people are good and everyone’s just trying their best at the end of the day

I want to say one more thing as a cis person who experimented with labels over the years, questioned my gender, and ended up as cis after all. The trans community did not "indoctrinate" me. I had always been asking these questions, even as a little kid before I knew trans people even existed. Over the years, trans women gave me the courage to explore the femininity I wasted my youth denying, trans men taught me that manhood is what you make of it and that nobody could tell me how to define it, and nonbinary people taught me just how limitless my possibilities were. The only parts of my upbringing that left me "confused" about gender were the conservatives who imposed a vision of gender that my friends and I could not relate to. And when I realized trans identity wasn't something I could claim after all, the community loved me all the same. I am happier, and the world is more beautiful, because of trans people. The human impulse to create and survive isn't going anywhere, and neither are trans people.

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

babe are you alright? you just reblogged eunnieboo’s pink in the night comic again

eroticism of the machine doesn’t apply to iphone….iphone is like a 25 year old instagram model living in LA who practices preventative botox….conventionally beautiful but ultimately sexless. unable to express any form of desire for fear of shattering a delicately crafted facade….iphone is the kelloggs cereal of machinery

“I don’t get to enjoy that world anymore. I can’t enjoy that world without reminding myself about the bigotry that the author has for people like me.”

Damn you guys alright?

Is falling down stairs not a childhood rite of passage for people? Well, I'm very happy for all of you who escaped it.