The title pretty much sums it up; these are the random musings of a free-spirited, modified, Gemini cub guy.
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thatzak:

Remember last week when TIME magazine published that article calling millennials “lazy, entitled narcissists who still live with their parents”? Well, I’m one of the few people who read the article and it’s not that bad. Watch the video and find out why. Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

Aaaaand this is exactly why I said I wanted read the article before making a snap judgment. I learned long ago that one of the best things in the world is proving someone wrong.

Sometimes I HATE Whisper…

Or maybe it’s just that I’m older than the target age for a lot of social media. I swear, people argue over the stupidest shit. Seriously. “Macklemore is so real!”
“No, bro, Eminem is what’s up.”
“360 is so better than all of them!”

A) It strikes me as odd that people only ever seem to talk about white rappers in a field dominated by PoC.

B) Who cares?!?! Seriously. Why can’t they all be decent? Why can’t more than one rapper be relevant and rap about “real issues?” There is more than 1 issue in the world. Macklemore, who I actually do like, raps about what he knows. He’s got some great songs. K’naan raps about what he knows. And his issues, being Somalian, are going to be different than a white guy’s from Seattle. And both of their perspectives are gonna be different than someone like Nas’, whose will be different than someone like Tupac’s because they’re from different cities and different generations. Why can’t they all have important and valid messages to deliver? It doesn’t make sense to pit people against one another.

I just don’t get it. Music speaks to me. It moves me. It moves my soul. All different genres, styles, artists, cultures. It stirs different parts of me and in different ways. It’s beyond me that people get so hung up on this guy vs. that guy and miss the point of all of it.

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e-zekiel:

okay so today I was at the mall and this girl walking in front of me and tripped and fell and instead of helping her up like a normal person would- I decided to make her feel less embarrassed and fall down too

but I guess another guy had the same idea because we fell at the same time

and then another person fell

and another

and suddenly I was lying in the middle of an impromptu fainting mob and a lot of people were shouting

and the girl who’d originally fallen looked so fucking happy

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Here’s the thing. Men in our culture have been socialized to believe that their opinions on women’s appearance matter a lot. Not all men buy into this, of course, but many do. Some seem incapable of entertaining the notion that not everything women do with their appearance is for men to look at. This is why men’s response to women discussing stifling beauty norms is so often something like “But I actually like small boobs!” and “But I actually like my women on the heavier side, if you know what I mean!” They don’t realize that their individual opinion on women’s appearance doesn’t matter in this context, and that while it might be reassuring for some women to know that there are indeed men who find them fuckable, that’s not the point of the discussion.

Women, too, have been socialized to believe that the ultimate arbiters of their appearance are men, that anything they do with their appearance is or should be “for men.” That’s why women’s magazines trip over themselves to offer up advice on “what he wants to see you wearing” and “what men think of these current fashion trends” and “wow him with these new hairstyles.” While women can and do judge each other’s appearance harshly, many of us grew up being told by mothers, sisters, and female strangers that we’ll never “get a man” or “keep a man” unless we do X or lose some fat from Y, unless we moisturize/ trim/ shave/ push up/ hide/ show/ ”flatter”/ paint/ dye/ exfoliate/ pierce/ surgically alter this or that.

That’s also why when a woman wears revealing clothes, it’s okay, in our society, to assume that she’s “looking for attention” or that she’s a slut and wants to sleep with a bunch of guys. Because why else would a woman wear revealing clothes if not for the benefit of men and to communicate her sexual availability to them, right? It can’t possibly have anything to do with the fact that it’s hot out or it’s more comfortable or she likes how she looks in it or everything else is in the laundry or she wants to get a tan or maybe she likes women and wants attention from them, not from men?

The result of all this is that many men, even kind and well-meaning men, believe, however subconsciously, that women’s bodies are for them. They are for them to look at, for them to pass judgment on, for them to bless with a compliment if they deign to do so. They are not for women to enjoy, take pride in, love, accept, explore, show off, or hide as they please. They are for men and their pleasure. By Why You Shouldn’t Tell That Random Girl On The Street That She’s Hot » Brute Reason (via brute-reason)

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mypatronusisyou:

wallflower615:

mypatronusisyou:

instead of banning girls from wearing certain things how about u just ban boys from being thirsty little hoes

or just ban girls from being complete sluts

it’s the boys who are “being distracted” by what the girls are wearing to the point where they have to institute new school rules, yet the GIRLS are the sluts because the boys can’t control their dicks for two and a half seconds? yeah ok 

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