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Nordic Ramblings
Here are some awesome and empowering quotes from several very strong female celebrities.
And Kristen Stewart.
No, you know what? Fuck you.
Let me tell you about Kristen Stewart.
Let’s talk about how she’s the centerpiece of one of the most inexplicably popular misogynistic pieces of film shit and somehow gets blamed for it sucking, despite the fact that, hey, the books were actually worse. For those who were lucky enough to escape reading the actual books, her apparent lack of emotion is 100% accurate to Bella’s character, because Bella is in fact not a character but a blank white wall for fourteen-year-old girls to project themselves onto. Robert Pattinson is not the only one in the cast who hates Twilight, thank you.
Let’s talk about how she got crucified in the media for having an affair with a married man, when that man was her director. And let’s remember that she was called all manner of things for “ruining her relationship with RPattz” when she wasn’t even engaged to the dude, let alone married with kids. But oh no, she gets called a slut because she’s Kristen Stewart, she gets her career fucked because she’s Kristen Stewart, and the dude gets off scott free.
Let’s talk about how she is incredibly shy and anxious (rather, incidentally, like Chris Evans) but does film anyway, because she’s just that awesome.
Fuck your noise. She’s not the best actor in the world but she sure as hell doesn’t deserve that kind of shit.
5:00 P.M., September 3rd, 1967
Sweden changed from driving on the left side to driving on the right - this was the resultThis made me laugh so hard.
Actually, it was 5 A.M. on the Sunday morning and this is the exact time it took place - on Kungsgatan (King Street) in Central Stockholm - and the crowds are there to watch the historic event.
For the record, there were no serious accidents on the day, and the next day, Monday 4th September, there were 70 fewer traffic accidents reported in Sweden than for an average Monday.
Revolution Church in Minneapolis served its congregants this rainbow-colored communion bread during services on Sunday to celebrate Minnesota legalizing marriage equality.
From the New York Daily News: Head pastor Rev. Jay Bakker thought the bread - and the state’s embrace of gay rights - tasted “kind of sweet.” “So many people have been hurt by the church and by Christianity,” Bakker told the News. “But this was a beautiful moment.”
FUCK. THIS. SHIT. If yahoo starts trying to control wtf we can put on here, I’m literally going to like, sue them. I don’t care if I’ll lose. I’m doing it. Seriously, this is the only place I can actually be me, and I can post whatever the fuck I want. little kids are not on here. Anyone who is on tumblr can handle the random porn on their blog. We can all put out big kid panties on and fucking deal with it. Yahoo can suck my balls, because if anything changes everyone’s gonna go ham.
I think everyone on tumblr should get together and sue them!!!
FREEDOM OF SPEECH MOTHAFUCKAS
Whoa, whoa hold on.
This was a spoof, right?
No fucking way did they buy this thing then basically tell 50% of its user base it’s going down the fucking toilet.
Did they???
EDIT: Looking through their Twitter account - no they didn’t. Nice spoof, someone…
(Source: elisaskin)
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
This brought tears to my eyes. You go, vegansanfrancishet. You’re awesome.
(via sweet-sidhe)
Half of me wants to cry for the loss of love, and the other half of me wants to obliterate the sickness of the intolerance (by obliterating the human form in which it manifests itself).
One thing though. I’m as anti right-wing-intolerance as you can get, but I’m not sure the political bent of the judge is relevant here - or am I missing something?
That previous post. I’m sorry. But
We live in a country where we can pay £10 million pounds for the funeral of a woman who called Nelson Mandela a terrorist,…
What the fuck else do you call a man who espouses violence as a means to effect political change?
A man who co-founds and leads the armed wing of a political party.
A man who travels to Algeria to receive guerrilla warfare training.
If he had an Irish accent you’d call him a terrorist.
Nelson Mandela.
was.
a.
terrorist.
Just as Gerry Adams and Martin McGuinness were.
Note the use of the past tense in relation to those three men, if you would.
Talking of past tense.
Have you ever been related to a terrorist? I have.
Diarmuid was one of the nicest, gentlest people I have ever known. We used to sit in his bedroom and listen to Irish rebel songs. We sat in his mum’s kitchen as the girls sang The Fields of Athenry. We talked about the Irish situation over (one or two) beers.
I’m sitting here, looking at a photograph - taken 25 years ago on the 12th of next month - of me, him and my one-year-old daughter, at a family picnic during Euro ‘98 (THAT day!).
He believed the British occupation of the six counties was wrong, and somehow, somewhere along the line, he came to believe that the only way to change it was through the armed struggle.
Diarmuid was, and remains, the only member of the IRA ever shot dead by English police officers.
Diarmuid O’Neill was my cousin.
Diarmuid was a terrorist.
Same as Nelson Mandela.
(tw suicide)Listen, I know tumblr only cares about American news, but this is really fucking tragic, and if this doesn’t get an coverage I will be incredibly angry.
The conservative’s bedroom tax has actually led to a woman taking her own life. Let me repeat that for you; a peice of government legislation had had such a detrimental impact on someone’s life that they wrote letters, packed up their things, and walked into the M4 in front of a lorry. The bedroom tax has only be in place for the last 5 weeks.
For those of you that don’t know, the bedroom tax isn’t technically a tax; if you’re living in a rented property, and have an extra bedroom, you’ll have to pay a certain amount of money back to the government. Children under the age of 12 are expected to share with all their siblings, children under 16 are expected to share with their siblings of the same gender. The government placed no limits on how many children could be expected to share a room. It would have saved the government £490 million a year; the UK loses £5.2 Billion a year in tax evasion alone. [citation]
Stephanie Botrill, from Solihull, had lived in her house for 18 years, and her two children had, relatively recently moved into their own properties, one of them within the last year. She previously paid a rent of £320 a month, and bedroom tax would have meant she paid £400; she was having to starve herself to afford this. Let me reiterate that for you; a woman was having to go without food because of a cruel tory policy. The house the council offered her was nowhere near where she currently lived, and 30 minutes walk from the nearest bus station; she would have been nowhere near her family and friends. To make matters worse, the council said she’d have to pay for any damage to the house, which would have exceeded the £2000 she was given to move house.
Stephanie had been saying since the policy came in how she couldn’t cope. She even went to the GP, but only got sleeping pills. In the end, it all got too much, and she wrote letters to her children, grandson, friends, and neighbors and walked into the M4, dying instantly.
The Sunday People has photos of the letters, but I won’t post them because they broke my heart, but if you want to see them, they’re here
As well as this, her family was struggling to pay for her funeral, so the Sunday People contributed. We live in a country where we can pay £10 million pounds for the funeral of a woman who called Nelson Mandela a terrorist, but someone’s grandmother kills herself because she can’t afford to live in the house she’d lived in for 18 years. I hope everyone feels thoroughly disgusted.
The worst thing is, Stephanie’s story has a more extreme ending, but it’s fairly typical of a bedroom tax victim case. Although the tory’s policies targeted towards those on benefits claim to help to push people into work, and end a ‘something for nothing’ benefits system (and the whole thing reeks of deserving and undeserving poor) this is not the case at all.
Take a guess at what percentage of the people receiving benefit in the UK are unemployed. Guess. I was way, way out. The actual breakdown is this 42.3% elderly, 20.8% low income, 18.4% families, 15.5% sick/disabled, 2.6% unemployed. Only 2.6% of those on benefits in this country are unemployed.
In addition to this, the people most likely to have spare bedrooms are older people, who’s children have left home. They are not people living off the tax payer, whatever that means, they are people who have lived their lives in cheap rental property who’s children have left home, and so rely on their friends, like my Nana does, for company. And David Cameron and his tory cronies want to move these people away from their communities, their friends, the brick and mortar they’ve made their home, because they have the cheek to have a couple of spare bedrooms.
I hope you’re angry, because I’m really fucking angry.
You know who has got spare bedrooms? David Cameron, who got lucky enough to be born to a millionaire and the daughter of a Baronet, and his wife Samantha who’s father is also a Baronet. His personal wealth has been estimated at £30 million, inherited from off-shore tax havens. Like I said earlier, the UK loses £5.2 Billion a year from men like Cameron. To misquote Obama, Cameron’s not the solution, he’s the problem.
Meanwhile, more people like Stephanie Botrill, hounded from the home she’d raised her children in, and the community where all her friends live, will probably walk in front of lorries.
To cut a long story short, if you even think about voting Tory in 2015, I hope you think about Stephanie Botrill, and I hope you never sleep again.
To cut a long story short, if you even think about voting Tory in 2015, I hope you think about Stephanie Botrill, and I hope you never sleep again.
I can’t better that without resorting to profanity.
(via purplegem)
thank fuck I need to go cook. Keep finding this stuff on my dash’s gonna piss me off majorly.
‘scuse me…
(Source: sexual-passion, via sexual-passion)
Hi, my name’s Phil, but you can call me Jamie.
Apparently I have nothing better to do on a Friday evening than to turn that little lot into 60 portions of vegetarian curry for THIS little shindig tomorrow.
I forgot to put the red chillies and ginger on the counter, but they’re there, don’t panic.
Oh - and the soy & Worcester sauces don’t go in the curry, they just live there, and the Marmite jars? They’re art.
Like I’ve said previously: I know nothing of art, but I know what I like.
And I LIKE Marmite!!!!
