Marguerite Bennett's Blog, page 274
July 27, 2016
randomnounsmash:
maeamian:
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boopboopbi:
altonzm:
post apoc media is always...
post apoc media is always banging on about the necessity of macho survival skills but frankly it’s the gardeners/farmers who know 150 preservation techniques for winter beets and who understand the art of good pH balance in compost who will survive on our non energy dependent farms while you all butcher each other with katanas in burnt out shopping centres
Important question: Is this farmer Scott Snyder?
That’s Astronaut Mark Watney.
Research for a Martian Manhunter book obvs
periegesisvoid:
Your social justice should be founded on love for others, not on a desire to be the...
Your social justice should be founded on love for others, not on a desire to be the most visibly enlightened.
osheamobile:
patrickat:
maswartz:
riot-company:
A final...
A final response to the “Tell me why Trump is a fascist” by marisam7 on Reddit.
I’m pretty sure no sane human needs more information to vote for someone else and prevent the next dictatorship.
Again, how can people honestly think Hillary and him are the same.
And this doesn’t even include his statements of two days ago that he’s not going to commit to honoring the USA’s trade agreements and mutual defense treaties with other nations. The man is dangerous AF.
We’ve been saying this for over a year now.
What more is it going to take
"Emotional labor is often invisible to men because a lot of it happens out of their sight. Emotional..."
Emotional labor is when I have to cope, again, with the distress I feel at having to clean myself in a dirty bathroom or cook my food in a dirty kitchen because my male roommate didn’t think it was important to clean up his messes.
Emotional labor is having to start the 100th conversation with my male roommate about how I need my living space to be cleaner. Emotional labor is reminding my male roommate the next day that he agreed to clean up his mess but still hasn’t. Emotional labor is reassuring him that it’s okay, I’m not mad, I understand that he’s had a very busy stressful week. Emotional labor is not telling him that I’ve had a very busy stressful week, too, and his fucking mess made it even worse.
Emotional labor is reassuring my partner over and over that yes, I love him, yes, I find him attractive, yes, I truly want to be with him, because he will not do the work of developing his self-esteem and relies on me to bandage those constantly-reopening wounds. Emotional labor is letting my partner know that I didn’t like what he did sexually last night, because he never asked me first if I wanted to do that. Emotional labor is reassuring him that, no, it’s okay, I’m not mad, I just wanted him to know for next time, yes, of course I love him, no, this doesn’t mean I’m not attracted to him, I’m just not interested in that sort of sex. Emotional labor is not being able to rely on him to reassure me that it’s not my fault that I didn’t like the sex, because this conversation has turned into my reassuring him, again.
Emotional labor is when my friend messages me once every few weeks with multiple paragraphs about his life, which I listen to and empathize with. Afterwards, he thanks me for being “such a good listener.” He asks how my life has been, and I say, “Well, not bad, but school has been so stressful lately…” He says, “Oh, that sucks! Well, anyway, I’d better get to bed, but thanks again for listening!”
Emotional labor is when my friend messages me and, with no trigger warning and barely any greeting, launches into a story involving self-harm or suicide or something else of that sort because “you know about this stuff.”
Emotional labor was almost all of my male friends in high school IMing me to talk about how the girls all go for the assholes.
Emotional labor is when my partners decide they don’t want to be in a relationship with me anymore, but rather than directly communicating this to me, they start ignoring me or being mean for weeks until I have to ask what’s going on, hear that “I guess I’m just not into you anymore,” and then have to be the one to suggest breaking up. For extra points, then I have to comfort them about the breakup.
Emotional labor is setting the same boundary over and over, and every time he says, “I’m sorry, I know you already told me this, I guess I’d just forgotten.”
Emotional labor is being asked to completely explain and justify my boundaries. “I mean, that’s totally valid and I will obviously respect that, I just really want to understand, you know?”
Emotional labor is hiding the symptoms of mental illness, pretending my tears are from allergies, laughing too loudly at his jokes, not because I’m just in principle unwilling to open up about it, but because I know that he can’t deal with my mental illness and that I’ll just end up having to comfort him because my pain is too much for him to bear.
Emotional labor is managing my male partners’ feelings around how often we have sex, and soothing their disappointment when they expected to have sex (even though I never said we would) and then didn’t, and explaining why I didn’t want to have sex this time, and making sure we “at least cuddle a little before bed” even though after all of this, to be quite honest, the last thing I fucking want is to touch him.”
- Emotional Labor: What It Is and How To Do It
(via brutereason)
Angelica on a date (probably)
Date: Hey it's nice to--
Angelica: I'm not here for you
Angelica: *shoves breadsticks into purse*
Date:
Angelica:
Angelica: *leaves*
July 26, 2016
me: ive still got an ace up my sleeve
my very small asexual friend: please let me out
jamsker:
yesterday i saw this billboard at the train station...
yesterday i saw this billboard at the train station and it threw me for a loop man
it was so weird seeing the setup flipped; where the women are the ones in loose, professional clothing striking intense poses wearing intense expressions
and then there is one man in an elegant, formfitting outfit with a strict pose and attractively neutral expression with a cutesy hand gun and generally unsuitable equipment solely for eye candy
wild
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