what you think won’t.
what you don’t think will.
(Source: vinstage, via loveyoungoutsider)
Gerard Way from the recent DIYmag.
This is thr greatest truth I have ever known.g
Today in labor history, August 13, 1936: 35 journalists at the Seattle Post-Intelligencer walk off the job to protest the firing of two colleagues for joining the American Newspaper Guild. The P-I was forced to suspend publication and the striking employees began publishing their own newspaper, The Guild Daily, which reached a circulation of 60,000 copies a day. The strike was one of the first significant and successful strikes by white collar workers in the U.S. ended in a victory in late November when the newspaper settled with the Guild.
memeoppression said: Wow, what a shitty blog. Not only do you upload pictures of men without their permission (which, while legal, is more disrespectful than spreading your legs a bit on a train could ever be) but you also prove that third-wave feminism is undoubtably a joke with it. Out of all the problems in the world that this blog could have been about, it became a catalog of dudes spreading their legs while sitting. Wow, fuck patriarchy! These poor oppressed women that have to feel a knee against them!
Wow, what a shitty blog [not a bad start]. Not only do you upload pictures of men without their permission (which [a not-only-but-also construction unfolding a parenthetical subordinate clause—looks like we have a pro on our hands], while legal [this is an interesting bid for credibility], is more disrespectful than spreading your legs a bit [an understatement that’s more convincing because it’s enfolded] on a train could ever be) but you also prove that third-wave [almost no one can correctly hyphenate a compound modifier—props for this] feminism [this is a bit elliptical, no? are you saying I should pursue a fourth wave or, like, refocus on universal suffrage?] is undoubtably [spelling] a joke with it [man, almost, but a prepositional phrase that repeats the subject at the end of the sentence definitely makes it looks like the structure you chose was a little much for you]. Out of all the problems in the world that this blog could have been about [“a blog” would have been a bit stronger here, since if it were focused on a different problem it wouldn’t be “this” blog], it became [in what sense did it “become”? I think you’re writing from an idea that bloggers start by opening the Tumblr template page then asking themselves what the main problem in the world is] a catalog of dudes spreading their legs while sitting [your prose is fine but its edge is a little dull, and in combination with your bitterness leaves me with a portrait of a person with intelligence who is unable to create—am I right?]. Wow, fuck patriarchy [I totally am right—you’re the one with a blog of gifs and nature photos, whose tagline says “this website is fucking retarded lol bye,” a statement I think you believe, ironized a little by your participation in “bye”—are you okay?]! These poor oppressed women that have to feel a knee against them! [I’ve never seen a .vu address like yours before—apparently that’s from Vanatu, huh, interesting]
SLOW CLAP WIN.
Remember, Remember the fifth of November!
Q: How many male novelists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
A: He lit a cigarette. His glass of whiskey lit a cigarette too. “I can only truly love my best friend,” he said, “but not in a gay way. Women wouldn’t understand it. They’re too gay.” Both of the cigarettes agreed. —
Male Novelist Jokes (via The Toast)
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source for the thing I reblogged earlier!
NEVER OVER “The terrible sex had made him feel deeply interesting, like a murder victim.”
(Source: absurdical, via existentialcrisisfactory)