if u can’t handle me at my hardcore feminist then u can’t have me at literally any other time bc that’s all i am 24/7
“What choice do I have?” ask the liberal gentrifiers, if you press them a bit. “This is the only place I can afford to live!” This sums everything up perfectly, puncturing the bubble of individual choices that make up liberal politics.
You have no choice; everything’s been decided ahead of time. If you want the American dream of a middle-class life with a home you own in the city in which you work, you have few other choices than to join the shock troops of the onslaught against the urban poor. Align with big capital and the repressive state in the conquest of the city, and maybe you’ll have enough equity to send your kids to college.
Sure, you may feel a bit of guilt, but when it comes down to it, you’re still calling the cops at the slightest provocation. After all, it’s not just trendy bars and cafes at stake — it’s the yuppies’ privileged position in ruling class administration, one of the dwindling means towards any semblance of economic and social stability in this time of crisis. The gentry weren’t drafted into this army, but they didn’t exactly volunteer. —
Liberalism and Gentrification, by Gavin Mueller
this is an EXTREMELY thought-provoking piece. as a (young, white, privileged) student living in a mostly-hispanic, mostly-low-income neighborhood, I think a LOT about gentrification, and I have a lot of bad feelings about being part of that. and I don’t know that this article presented any solutions, but it articulated the problem(s) in a new way to me, so I hope you read it.
(Source: tastefullyoffensive, via hellotailor)
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this cat lives in a show horse barn which is why it walks and runs that way
THIS CAT THINKS ITS A HORSE
lipstick lesbian? no, i’m a burt’s bees bisexual
before you get into a relationship, be sure to ask yourself
could i retreat into the nearest forest and live off roots and berries instead
More and more often, women today are asking themselves the important question: have I already had children? If so, when? Where are they?
The most important issue facing modern feminists in today’s Easy-Squeeze, public bathroom, instant timer world is whether or not women have already had children, and if so where they saw them last. It’s hard enough trying to balance a career with the children you can find inside of your house. Women shouldn’t have to balance work, play, and a family they can’t remember if they have or not.
Have I given birth to anyone? Do I have a life partner, and if so, did the two or more of us decide to adopt? These are real questions that every woman has to ask in her lifetime. It’s time we stopped being embarrassed about it.
Sometimes women find themselves juggling a career, a husband, and trying to figure out whether the children they’re with are part of their family, someone they’re babysitting, or just standing near them. I know I’m not the only one among us who’s stopped dead in her tracks in the park and whispered in terror to herself: whose hand am I holding?
via The Toast
I want to see a reality tv show where straight dudes have to read the shitty messages they send to women to their mothers.