Fashion, Marvel, soccer, nature, uninteresting spiels, and narcissism.
Sofia Sanchez │ via Stockholm Streetstyle.
I have so many feelings right now and I don’t know what to do with myself. First issue, have you SEEN the new teaser trailer for the final installment of the Hobbit? This film is going to kill me and it’s going to kill me around Christmas time. Peter Jackson is too cruel, too cruel.
Next, I hate myself because it is yet another year that I have missed Comic Con. The first heartbreak was when I waited all morning for passes and they sold out right before my eyes. Now, it’s happening all over again because everyone but me was there and that isn’t okay. I’m going to try again next year, but nobody get excited or anything. The only way this ass is going to get to Comic Con is if I become a Marvel superhero and chances of that happening… actually, chances of that happening are probably more likely than getting passes. Keep your eyes peeled friends!
Third, have you HEARD the news? Dunga is the new Brazil NT coach. Now, I know I joined the whole thing late, but soccer is a sport that I have grown to enjoy watching. Basketball is alright. Baseball too. Tennis is great, but I’m biased since I “played” (terribly) for two years in high school. American football makes no sense to me whatsoever and I don’t think it ever will. Anyway, I fell in love with a lot of teams this World Cup and I can’t deny that the Brazilian team holds a very special place in my heart because, despite their disappointing semi-final and final performance, the players are a family and extremely passionate. I enjoy watching players that are having fun, win or lose. Scolari, the old coach, was like a father-figure to this team. He treated them like his children and gave them some tough love. He encouraged a family like setting which I feel bolstered team chemistry. He resigned after Brazil’s loss so the CBF took on Dunga as the new coach and he proceeds to diss his own team in a recent interview. He made sexist statements, comments on irrelevant aspects (hair color, really?), and trivialized players… What the hell man? He’s trying to foster some greedy, trophy lusting atmosphere with these guys that play for their love of the sport. I have a bad feeling man. Future is lookin bleak for my baes. Maybe it’s a good thing that he’ll drop some of my faves because I wouldn’t want them to be in that type of a team. I’m just really angry at this man. Ugh.
K, I’m out. Going to watch some Moonrise Kingdom.
"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….
First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”
But here is what I think you should know.
You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.
You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.
You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).
You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.
In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.
In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”—Libby Anne (via awelltraveledwoman)
h/t to amomenttothink for retweeting this.
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