I’m way 2 radical for that Emma Watson UN speech
David Bowie with his 1976 painting of Iggy Pop, Portrait of J.O.
Vogue US September 1995
i always feel inclined to reblog this because it is literally the best hair flip in the history of hair flips
No, I don’t hate men.
It would, however, be fair to say that I don’t easily trust them.
My mistrust is not, as one might expect, primarily a result of the violent acts done on my body, nor the vicious humiliations done to my dignity. It is, instead, born of the multitude of mundane betrayals that mark my every relationship with a man—the casual rape joke, the use of a female slur, the careless demonization of the feminine in everyday conversation, the accusations of overreaction, the eyerolling and exasperated sighs in response to polite requests to please not use misogynist epithets in my presence or to please use non-gendered language (“humankind”)…
These things, they are not the habits of deliberately, connivingly cruel men. They are, in fact, the habits of the men in this world I love quite a lot.
All of whom have given me reason to mistrust them, to use my distrust as a self-protection mechanism, as an essential tool to get through every day, because I never know when I might next get knocked off-kilter with something that puts me in the position, once again, of choosing between my dignity and the serenity of our relationship.
Swallow shit, or ruin the entire afternoon?
It can come out of nowhere, and usually does. Which leaves me mistrustful by both necessity and design. Not fearful; just resigned—and on my guard. More vulnerability than that allows for the possibility of wounds that do not heal. Wounds to our relationship, the sort of irreparable damage that leaves one unable to look in the eye someone that you loved once upon a time.
This, then, is the terrible bargain we have regretfully struck: Men are allowed the easy comfort of their unexamined privilege, but my regard will always be shot through with a steely, anxious bolt of caution.
This was written 5 years ago and I still come back to read it a couple of times of year. I have yet to read anything else that does a better job of describing the complicated feelings I have about the men in my life — friends, family, lovers, partners, colleagues, mentors, and so on, all of whom i love and respect, and all of whom have hurt me in the manner described above.(via veruca-assault)
Roy Fox Lichtenstein (American, b. 1923 - 1997)
" Bedroom at Arles ” - Oil and magna on canvas
This was posted on the Tim and Eric fan group on Facebook and Carol Kraft (Krabit) commented on it :3
What the eff
Yves Saint-Laurant & Salvador Dalí.
Japanese Youth in Revolt, 1964. Photos by Michael Rougier for Life Magazine(via)
Wynn Chamberlain, Interior: Late August 1955