“Being a feminist doesn’t mean suddenly no longer liking problematic things. If you stopped liking everything that was sexist in media and entertainment there would be no media or entertainment left. Being a feminist, to me, is being aware of what it is you’re liking, and of its problematic aspects.”
“But most of all, stop thinking that what people so loathingly refer to as the “friendzone” is some sort of purgatory women put “nice guys” into. My friendship is not a crappy consolation prize that you’re left with if I deny you a sexual relationship– and my body is not your reward for good behavior.”
TMI.
Gmail has a sense of humor.
(Email from Timehop.)
Pomplamoose - Let’s Go for a Ride
Okay, that song’s great, but the electronicky stuff they tease at the end? Shivers of joy.
“One of my core beliefs is that spreading the word that women sometimes do want sex is crucial to explaining why it’s important to respect when women don’t want sex. If you think women always just tolerate sex, then forcing them to tolerate it doesn’t seem like such a big deal. And if you think women never really want to indulge fetishes, why would “no, I don’t want to indulge your fetishes” slow you down?”
Cliff of The Pervocracy, in her monthly Cosmocking.
The whole Cosmocking series is hilarious, by the way.
The origin of suffering is attachment.
Moon Hooch with vocals. Prepare for ass-kicking-ness to shoot out of your speakers.
This studio handcrafts plush toys for children based on their drawings. How cool is that?
It’s not unlike a software programming role on a development team. The job of that role is to empower the product role to make choices. The programming role facilitates product creation by getting out of the way, just as this studio facilitates toy creation by getting out of the way.
Powerful stuff.
Cliff on Asking
[NSFW-ish. This post discusses sex.]
Cliff (formerly known as Holly) wonders why anyone would not want to ask for consent before sex.
I don’t think I’ve ever made someone stop desiring me by asking. I’ve only found out that they didn’t desire me. And holy shit, am I glad I did! Whether as serious as keeping me from becoming a rapist or as bittersweet as turning sexual tension into “at least I know now,” only good things have ever come from finding out someone doesn’t desire me.
Anonymous responds in the comments:
We always ask. Admittedly, sometimes ‘asking’ is me pulling my underwear off and yelling “BOSS FIGHT!” but we both know what that means, and I wouldn’t use it on anyone who doesn’t know that I like receiving oral sex during boss fights.
