uhh hey so the thing about net neutrality ending is actually super important. not just bc we’ll “lose memes” and the “internet culture” in general. but mainly bc the internet reaches the whole world. news are spread quickly and effectively.
since there seems to be a recent leaning towards fascism and autoritarism in governments around the world, it’s extremely helpful for them if they get the internet out of our reach. they will hide every little bit of information, like they once did.
please, losing the internet is losing our freedom.
Guess who got asked to prom! BY A STRAIGHT GUY (Army pants). he’s my best friend, and a real man given the fact he has the guts to fulfill my gay student council dream of always helping out planning dances, and never getting asked. I couldn’t ask for a better person in my life.
Thank you Jacob can’t wait for May 2nd!
I’m still crying.
What the fuck those blue tuxes are the sharpest thing I’ve ever seen
Rebloging because I finally got to see how it ended up omg this warms my heart so much I’m crying
this. this right here. this is the content i joined this website for
Women are constantly and specifically trained out of noticing or responding to their bodily discomfort, particularly if they want to be sexually “viable.” Have you looked at how women are “supposed” to present themselves as sexually attractive? High heels? Trainers? Spanx? These are things designed to wrench bodies. Men can be appealing in comfy clothes. They walk in shoes that don’t shorten their Achilles tendons. They don’t need to get the hair ripped off their genitals or take needles to the face to be perceived as “conventionally” attractive. They can — just as women can — opt out of all this, but the baseline expectations are simply different, and it’s ludicrous to pretend they aren’t.
The old implied social bargain between women and men (which Andrew Sullivancalls “natural”) is that one side will endure a great deal of discomfort and pain for the other’s pleasure and delight. And we’ve all agreed to act like that’s normal, and just how the world works….
Women are supposed to perform comfort and pleasure they do not feel under conditions that make genuine comfort almost impossible. Next time you see a woman breezily laughing in a complicated and revealing gown that requires her not to eat or drink for hours, know a) that you are witnessing the work of a consummate illusionist acting her heart out and b) that you have been trained to see that extraordinary, Oscar-worthy performance as merely routine.Now think about how that training might filter down to sexual contexts….
One side effect of teaching one gender to outsource its pleasure to a third party (and endure a lot of discomfort in the process) is that they’re going to be poor analysts of their own discomfort, which they have been persistently taught to ignore.
Just reblogging because I can’t express how much everyone needs to read this. One thing I want to add – as the most pedestrian example of what she’s talking about – I am a cishet woman, and I wear clothes for women. But every now and then, for whatever reason, I put on a shirt that is sold as unisex or made for men. And immediately I feel the difference. They are softer. They are better made. They are more comfortable. Life as a woman in this society is a life built to accept mild to severe discomfort.
I’ve seen students show up to class in their pajamas.
Also I’ve had professors curse during lectures and discussion groups.
“Professionalism” is relative especially in a space like college.
Cuz my professors are paying me right?
professors do not give a fuck what you wear. and if they did, what bills they paying?
Well, technically, you’re paying them, so you’re their boss.
Sometimes certain classes will require “business attire” for presentations. But other than that, y’all I wore pajamas and sweats and booty shorts and tanks with my bra showing and basically whatever else I fancied on any given day day, depending on the weather and how much sleep I was running on. And I guarantee you I was not the only one. We all did it.
Some people wear heels and cute ass outfits every day, bc shit like that was literally not allowed in high school and they’re thrilled to be able to express themselves for once. And I’d sit right next to them in my pajama pants and an old tank top after I rolled out of bed having slept less than two hours. No one batted an eye about it.
Seriously. Whatever makes you happy and comfortable.
Also on an unrelated note, you literally never have to ask to use the restroom. Just get up and go. No one cares.
Listen guys, college is a strange place where just about anything goes.
Like as long as you’re not hurting anyone and vaguely following whatever arbitrary rules your department comes up with (and you know, not breaking laws) then you’re probably fine.
I’ve seen people wear snuggles walking across campus, super dressed up in a full suit and tie, a dress in the snow, a sweatshirt and jeans in 85°, pjs in the middle of the afternoon, eclectic combinations only art kids can come up with, and kids wrapped in blankets. Literally the only thing you would get judged on MAYBE is wearing a shirt from your school’s bitterest rival, and even then it’s a maybe depending on the school.
There’s a girl i see around sometimes who skateboards to class in a pikachu onesie and a hijab and she’s honestly an icon
In my first year we had a 9am lecture and there was at least one occasion where a duvet came in. I assume that there was a person inside because it was vaguely person-shaped and moved about, but genuinely all you could see was the duvet. It sat down at one of the desk chairs, a pen and paper emerged followed by a hand, it took notes all class then it just…left. To this day I have no clue who that duvet was. And not a single person in that room questioned it for even a second. THAT is what university is like.
On a dare, but also because it helped anxiety, I carried a stuffed animal to all of my classes one day when I was 19. Nobody batted an eye.
At the absolute worst, you’ll become the Campus Cryptid – ours was a ginormous bearded bear of a person who always wore a tacti-kilt (even in -30) and longboarded around campus. Everyone who saw them was Blessed.
I have been a college instructor, and let me tell you, as long as you’re decent, I don’t gaf what you wear to my class. You do the work? You come to class? You pay attention? You don’t talk when I’m talking? You’re not an asshole to me and the other students? Come in an avocado costume for all I care. Actually, PLEASE come to class in an avocado costume. Your professors are bored and overworked and they’ll probably be so entertained they’ll ask to take a selfie with you.
Seriously, half my college classes I had a live rat chilling in my hoodie or bag.
Also, I literally graduated barefoot. Several professors and at least one dean congratulated me on my decision.
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