Watch how this guy reacts to a girl wearing a Hijab verses a girl not wearing a Hijab.
LMFAO I WANNA DO THIS
well there ya go
Clean privilege is never being turned down for oral sex because you haven’t washed away the protective, lubricative, natural oils beneath your foreskin that are supposed to facilitate sex in the first place (smegma).
Clean privilege is being considered more sexually desirable even when you have horribly disfigured genitals. 56% of American males undergo genital mutilation at birth for supposed ‘hygiene’ reasons, as it removes the ‘need’ to wash. Our society is so obsessed with unnecessary cleanliness that we actually take a knife to our baby boy’s little winkles to achieve it.
Are you fucking kidding me with this? Privilege has to do with the DENIAL OF RIGHTS to the underprivileged. Oral sex, or sex of any kind, is not something you are entitled to. Especially if your partner does not consent for any reason, including if they don’t like the way you smell, taste, etc. That’s rape, dickwad. Raping people is not a right.
I agree that circumcision is wrong and shouldn’t be done, but 1) vaginal circumcision, also usually done for “cleanliness”, is way worse, 2) you are supposed to wash under your foreskin, 3) if your dick smells that horrible, you should probably get it checked out, and 4) oral sex also involves close proximity between the nose and anus. So why don’t you make a huge fart, immediately wipe your ass, and then see how close you can get the tissue to your own nose without wanting to vomit—then realize that your partner has to get probably even closer than that.
If you smell unpleasant, then other people frankly find that, well, unpleasant. It’s not a socially constructed privilege, it’s biology. People have noses. It isn’t hard for most people to bathe or shower. Those who do have difficulties with it are usually homeless, which is an issue with capitalist exploitation, not some invented “clean privilege.” There can also be issues with sensory integration and other disabilities for some people, but there are alternatives. And again, that’s ableism. Not “clean privilege.”
I mean, honestly, what do you want? A revolution of smelly people?
you just know that he’ll be the type of dudebro who thinks ladies’ body hair is gross
i am cry this is beauty
Apparently there are bronies out there that are angry that girls/women like My Little Pony. Because they think they are faking their interest in it/don’t love it as much as them.
They’re applying the “fake gamer/geek girl” stereotype onto the audience the show was intended for.
And if you don’t think that’s the most hilarious shit idk if we can be friends.
174,000 people value cheap humour over the mental well-being of underpaid and mistreated staff
[Image: A device in a fridge holding a gallon of orange juice so that a simple handle can be pulled down to pour to juice rather than having to pick the gallon jug up. The text reads: “Laziness. Level: ‘Murica”]
Idk. I have difficulty with full gallons of milk and orange juice. This could be really great for people with dyspraxia or other disabilities that cause weak motor skills.
A. Full gal of anything is just asking for me to make a mess, really. I haveta pour with two hands and then who is holding the cup?
my partner has awful hand tremors if she has to hold anything tightly for more than a few seconds so this would be excellent. She could pour her own drinks (she still couldn’t fill them up too much, shaking might spill) and yeah!
I have an inconveniently intermittent tremor so it is like…. Oh you THOUGHT you were holding that just fine… Lol.
Stuff also just drops from my hand if I am not paying attention to it. Plates and cups tip forward until I have a mess. Always have done too. My mom was always mad at me like I was intentionally doing it. But damn I still spill stuff. I usually eat and drink out if heavy things just so I can have two hands on what I am pouring. And wandering around leads to drooping and dropping inevitably unless I am consciously thinking about keeping it level.
Plus, this is great for small children who can’t hold a huge gallon but want to get their own milk/orange juice.
I swear, sometimes the people making judgments about shit are so short-sighted. I DON’T SEE ANY USE FOR THIS SO IT MUST BE USELESS.
Ableism: When you are so used to having a world that works for your level of ability and skills and resources that assistive devices look like “laziness” to you. Because you don’t ever have to think about what it would be like if suddenly your abilities didn’t match the way the world has been designed.
And fuck this laziness bullshit. Fuck the idea that if you do something to make a menial task easier, quicker, less messy - even a task that you COULD do another, more labor intensive way - that it’s laziness. Assholes, humanity is the dominant form of life on this planet exactly because of this.
Laziness, and by laziness, I mean figuring out ways to do things with the least amount of time and labor put into it while still getting the same or better result - is OUR FUCKING GENIUS AS A SPECIES. It’s why you even have fucking orange juice in a fucking jug, asshole OP who made this picture. It’s why you even have fucking Tumblr on the fucking internet or fucking photography. Because lazy motherfuckers have been figuring out how to use less work and less resources to get the same/better results for tasks they do for centuries. So write them thank you notes, don’t show your ass. Fucker
Reblogging again because this is important.
Since FCKH8 has no problem with its logo being on just about anything, let’s help them do it.
this isn’t even a campaign. this is some 17 year old teenager sitting at his computer while eating spicy doritos with a call of duty headset on
what the actual fuck.
I have heard of Münchausen. It’s a psychological disorder in which people feign illness to get attention and sympathy. I can’t believe it has taken this long for someone to catch me in the act.
I’m just a giant scam.
It was hardest to fake the narcolepsy. It’s a neurological disorder that has a very definitive test. I needed to acquire magic brain powers to fool the monitoring equipment of an MSLT. I found myself a crossroads, buried some trinkets, and sold my soul for magic fake narcolepsy brain powers. That test was completely fooled.
It is hard to get a prescription for narcolepsy medication unless you actually have narcolepsy, so this all worked out great.
Depression was harder. They can actually do these PET scans that show what a depressed brain looks like.
The trick to faking this one is watching that Sarah McLachlan Animal Cruelty commercial 50 times in a row. After that, they basically throw the antidepressants at you.
As some of you may recall, I have actually had shock therapy for my fake depression. When faking stuff, you really have to commit. You can’t half-ass it. So even though I didn’t need it, I signed up to have my brain electrocuted. My favorite part was when they put the rubber in my mouth so I wouldn’t bite off my tongue. Sure it was scary, but I just kept thinking about all the sympathy I could get from that.
My next feet of fakery was obstructive sleep apnea. Here I am before my last sleep study hooked up to a bunch of wires.
The polysomnograph showed that I stopped breathing quite a few times during the night. This was hard to pull off because you have to be asleep while you stop breathing. The key was to sneak a small child inside my overnight bag. Pay them $20 bucks and they will periodically strangle you throughout the night.
The insurance company (who loves to pay for things people don’t need) bought me this cool mask I have to wear when I sleep.
Since I was only faking that whole “not breathing” thing, I don’t even turn on the machine. I just do Bane imitations until I fall asleep.
Of course there is my fake diabetes. Before my blood test I just drank a gallon of high fructose corn syrup. Then they gave me all these cool insulin pens.
I have to be careful how much I take, because if you take insulin and you aren’t diabetic, then you can go into a coma. It’s hard to fake illnesses in a coma. It’s better to just fake the coma so you can hear everyone talk about you while you are secretly listening.
Lastly is the Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. I thought this one would be a bit easier to fake since there is no tried and true diagnostic test. Unfortunately, getting a firm diagnosis ended up being tricky.
I had to travel 500 miles to Detroit to see a specialist. To my surprise, she actually had a battery of tests that give strong indications you actually have CFS. They took 31 vials of blood and many of the tests came back positive for those indicators. To do this I bribed the lab technician to sprinkle a retrovirus into some of my samples. Almost none of this was covered by insurance, so I had to sell my car and most of my possessions to see this doctor. And I had to incur substantial debt to pay for the treatment I received. What is a lifetime of paying off debt for a treatment that didn’t work when compared to the oodles of sympathy I receive for spending all my money on a “failed treatment”?
It’s nice to get that out in the open. Faking all these things that make me tired has been exhausting.
FCKH8’S response to me, in which they tell me that they did nothing wrong, talk down to me, accuse me of sending them a “nasty message”, and have the audacity to tell me to GOOGLE THE TERM “FAIR USE”.
when you post something on Tumblr do you have an expectation that no one will pass it around and share it? And BTW, in no way did we make it seem like we created the post as your name is clearly shown and we simply wrote on the top of the post as there is no way to share a Tumblr post on Facebook unless it is an image. Anybody can take a screen shot of something and comment on it and it’s called fair use. google it. what damage was done to inspire such a nasty message? no big deal. we deleted it. isn’t it upsetting when something you actually write other people like and share? maybe they should make a website for that and call it Tumblr?
furthermore, this is their response to my friend rei after she commented on their inappropriate use of my material:
do not support this campaign. the people behind it are rude, immature and unwilling to admit to their own mistakes and instead lash out in spite. find another LGBTQ campaign to support, PLEASE.
holy… crap… D:
One of my lovely customers sent me a message today with this link.
And here is my United/World of Love line:
My heart sank a little bit. The World/United States of Love line that I created is one of the reasons that I was able to quit my full-time job. They even stole the item name as well as some of my copy.
I’m very disappointed in Urban Outfitters. I know they have stolen designs from plenty of other artists. I understand that they are a business, but it’s not cool to completely rip off an independent designer’s work.
I’ll no longer be shopping at any of their stores [they also own Free People & Anthropologie], and I’m going to do my best from here on out to support independent designers & artists.
Please feel free to pass this link on. I really appreciate all the support & love I’ve received today.
This is what rape culture looks like. If you need an explanation as to why the addition of [HUMOR] or [SATIRE] does not magically make it ok, you can go and fuck a cactus.
There are groups and pages for all sorts of things. We also live in cute cat culture, I like pizza culture, and other random things.
^ I’m not going to engage with this moron, but I thought it was fascinating (read: sickening) that someone could compare “cute cat culture” to rape culture.
"chill out it’s just a joke" is the mating call of the gross asshole
I swear if my future children don’t like reading I’m going to cry.
I will throw the harry potter books in their faces as soon as they know how to read
Can we please stop acting like there aren’t interesting and wonderful and above all totally worthwhile people who don’t particularly enjoy reading? If you would literally cry (and assumedly be significantly disappointed) if you had a child and they didn’t enjoy reading (for any reason, including learning disabilities, etc.), please do not reproduce.