chronicillnesscat:

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When your heart condition shares a symptom with your anxiety disorder.

Who are you that posted this, because we might be long lost, very ill, twins.

violenceandscience:

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“Even worse than a friendzone”

I’m getting sick of the term friendzone.

Me too. And, more than that, I’m sick of the people using it.

Women are told almost constantly—by the media, the government, and the overall attitude of society—that our bodies don’t fucking belong to us. The mythical friendzone is just another way for misogynists to enforce that idea while getting to play the victim.

It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.

But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.

And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.

^Reblogging for the commentary.
Seriously guys, using the term “friend zone” as a negative is really insulting.  As delacroix pointed out, it’s nearly always applied when a girl rejects a guy. It’s like saying that a woman’s friendship is worth nothing, like she is worthless because she’s not having sex with them. Stop vilifying the women who turn you down, and move on.

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And stop pretending you’re her friend if the only reason you’re “friends” with her is because you want to get her into bed. That’s fucked up and all it tells me is that you have no respect for her as a person because you place no value on the friendship you have.

Oh, and if you’re only being “friendly” with me because you want to get into my pants, news flash:

Get over yourself and learn to value women as people and friends instead of romantic/sexual objects that you, for some idiotic reason, feel entitled to, or don’t bother even trying to talk to me. I’m not about to waste my time on you if you’re just going to turn around and play the victim or call me a bitch just because I don’t love you the way you want me to.

Also I can’t help but notice that the majority of the “Nice Guy” stories I hear involve the guy doing everything he can to be there for the girl, like a good friend should, but expecting more without ever bothering to voice his feelings. Yet somehow, it’s her fault for accepting the support of someone she thinks is her friend without realizing he’s trying to be more than that?

I’m really running out of fucks to give about Nice Guys and their constant whining.

All this beautiful commentary. I approve.

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All of this forever.

Baaww to the OP of this.  You think being equated with Friends and Family is so BENEATH getting laid?  REALLY?  Fuck you.  I bet your HAND doesn’t even consider you a friend.

Welp, I don’t have a lot to add other than yeeeeep. This is why I ALL kinds of alarm bells go off in my head when guys use terms like ~friendzone~ or call themselves Nice Guys. Nope. Do not want.

Love this

adventuretime:

PMS Time with Fiona and Cake:

Adventure Time character designer Natasha Allegri’s comic imagining “if finn and jake were girls (named fiona and cake).”

chronicillnesscat:

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This was me my senior year. I had to wear the actual monitor on my belt. One of the teachers stopped me for having an iPod. It was my black monitor that happened to have a large circular button.

3dela:

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dylanspencer:

[TW: rape culture]

skankassqueer:

calonyction:

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calonyction:

strawberryfaerie:

chokingonsaltwaterimnotgivingin:

Boob lube! Found this at Icing hahahaa

FUCK.

THE GODDAMN.

“TATAS.”

fuck this shit.

fun fact: my grandmother died of breast cancer.

Her breasts weren’t what needed saving.

She was.

oh but that’s just fiiiine, continue talking about ~*~saving the tatas~*~ because fuck the lives of the people who have died/are dying of breast cancer.

all that matters is that they can keep from having mastectomies.

Furthermore, PEOPLE WITH FLAT CHESTS CAN GET BREAST CANCER, TOO.

^ what is this, what the fuck, did you seriously just get offended at something totally NON-OFFENSIVE and BENEFICIAL to society

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uhh no? making the focus of breast cancer awareness center on the breasts rather than the person is not beneficial. 

what are you even talking about, this is a product being sold with proceeds going to breast cancer, it is a kind of lotion and they titled it “the original breast check lotion” because of how doctors initially check for it. this isn’t focusing on the breasts, this is just marketing. jesus

 I wasn’t the one who wrote it, ask strawberryfaerie. She knows more about it than I.

It IS focusing on the breasts, just like EVERYTHING in this save the ta-tas campaign.  Every single advertisement talks about boobies or ta-tas or what have you, and essentially makes the breasts themselves more important than the person with breast cancer. Not only this, but a lot of their shirts and ads have REALLY inappropriate slogans, like this.

I am going to weigh in on this and I feel I have some credibility considering that I am A) currently treatment for breast cancer and B) CURRENTLY IN TREATMENT FOR BREAST CANCER.

I think everyone here is missing the truly insulting part of campaigns like this.  MEN GET BREAST CANCER TOO.  In fact, I did treatment with at least 3 men (2 of them were young men) over the course of the past year.  And at least one of them commented about “fuck this pink shit”.  And I agree.  I used to really like the color pink.  And breast cancer fucked that all up for me.  Now I see this color and I go into a blind rage.  Do you know I actually saw a pink fucking bus in Seattle this year?  WTF?  The reality here is that shoving a color, ribbons, and lotion in your face isn’t going to encourage you to do self breast exams.  What SHOULD encourage you to do them is the fact that 18,000 women under the age of 40 are diagnosed with breast cancer each year.  I’m not sure of the statistic on men - it is much lower - but it is still there (and not THAT damn low if I did treatment with 3 of them myself.)  And that number is RISING EVERY YEAR.  In addition, breast cancer in young women is typically far more aggressive and usually caught at a later stage - all factors that increase mortality.  Lotion didn’t help me find my tumor.  A self breast exam did. 

And for the record - when I did have breasts (I don’t now - I have had a double mastectomy and did NOT do reconstruction) - my breasts were smaller than a size A.  So yes.  Breast size has ABSOLUTELY NO CORRELATION with likelihood of getting breast cancer.  NONE.  Tits are tits are tits.  No matter what size they are. 

PS - I do love boobs.  I miss mine like hell.  Boobs are awesome.  But the reality is that my tumor was only 1.5 cm and I still had to have a radical mastectomy.  There was no saving my tatas.  But I sure hope to hell the doctors saved ME. 

Nikki, I was waiting for you to weigh in on this. :)

I hate these campaigns.

“Save the ta-tas.”
“I love boobies.”
“Save second base.”
etc…

Sure, they are clever. And I can give them credit for that. Sure, they do raise awareness about breast cancer. But at what cost? What is the message we are actually sending? To me it is: “Save the boobs. But fuck the women/men/people those boobs are or used to be attached to.” The whole “Breast Cancer Awareness” movement has been so sexualized. Just look at the images on those lotion bottles. Cartoon women with perky boobs, tiny waists, and round butts standing in suggestive positions. This happens everywhere. And quit frankly, I am sick of it.

As one of the previous posters said, the people with breast cancer are what need saving—not the boobs themselves. So many women (and men) have to undergo radical surgeries to remove most or all of their breast tissue in order to save their lives. My grandmother had breast cancer and a radical mastectomy. My mother’s best friend just had a double mastectomy just a few months ago for her breast cancer. And my friend Nikki (above) had a double mastectomy, too. They are still valuable, beautiful, amazing women—breasts or no breasts—who deserve respect and love and dignity. Their value does not rest in any body part, and certainly not in their bosoms.

On the issue of gender…Nikki and I (and Dylan and I) have talked about this before: these campaigns tend to focus almost exclusively on cis-women. But they are not the only ones at risk. Let’s talk about trans* women, trans* men, intersex people, genderqueer individuals (whether FAAB or MAAB), and cis-men in this conversation too. They are all at risk of breast cancer and need awareness efforts directed towards their communities too. They need early detection efforts and accessible treatment and a space where they feel safe, accepted, and respected when they do seek exams and/or treatment.

And on the issue of these products “funding cancer research.” How much of the product sale is ACTUALLY going to research? 10 cents per bottle? How much money is being spent on this kind of advertising and campaigning? Couldn’t that money be better spent towards research developments, covering treatment costs for patients struggling financially, developing EFFECTIVE prevention and intervention strategies, etc…

Just saying.

Lose the ta tas, keep the person. I wouldn’t have met my grandmother had she tried to “save” her breasts when she got cancer. Instead she had those cancerous lumps of flesh cut off. And this was before insurance companies would do reconstruction for cancer patients. She went through the rest of her life without.

This applies to soooo many people I know. Mostly my grandma, Carol. The woman beat cancer 7 out of 8 times. All separate occurrences.