world-shaker:

This first grader’s got it figured out.


Yes. Just be quiet.

world-shaker:

This first grader’s got it figured out.


Yes. Just be quiet.

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he bought you dinner, you do owe him sex

queeninthenorth:

stfusexists:

stfuconservatives:

jsohcable:

otherwise why did you go on the date?  he didn’t do it to spend time with you, you’re a shrill dullard.  he doesn’t give a shit about your AA hire career, he actually earned his position.  he went on the date because he wants sex.  you went on the date because you’re a conceited gold digger.

the revolution is coming ladies, less and less men are putting up with your intolerable behavior and hysterics.  you brought this on yourselves, don’t blame me for pointing it out.  you poisoned the waters, and men aren’t drinking from them anymore.

I’ve seen this getting reblogged, but not with the full text, so here it is in all of its ignorant misogynist glory.

Basically this is how rapists think. You believe a woman owes her body to you because you coughed up $30 for entrees and drinks. You believe there are any circumstances under which a woman is required to have sex with you.

This is why I hate and distrust all men’s right’s activists. Because this is their core belief: women are just dull conceited shrill hysterical banshees trying to manipulate hard-working honest men for their moniez and sperm.

Sometimes women go on dates to have sex too. But sometimes we want to get to know a guy (or girl, or other person) a bit more first. Sometimes people are looking for love. Or love AND sex. Sometimes you buy us dinner and YOU are dull and conceited and have heinously oppressive political views, and maybe we would have slept with you if you weren’t awful, but you are, and we don’t owe you sex EVER.

I managed to go on plenty of dates and get married, even with my feminazi bonerkiller man-eating ways. Ladies (and everyone else too): do NOT settle for an asshole like this. Under no circumstances do you owe anyone your body. There are worthy people out there who are capable of forming human relationships without demeaning all women and then pulling a “don’t blame me, I’m just sayin!!!” cop-out.

-Jess

Jess basically said it all, but allow me to just say this to the OP: if you want to pay for sex, pay for sex. There’s a little state called Nevada, and you are welcome to fly to it and engage in the legal practice of soliciting prostitution services. That is paying for sex.

A date? That’s not a contract for sex. You’re not with an on duty sex worker, you’re with a human being who didn’t sign up to provide you with any kind of service. If you can’t tell the difference between courteously buying someone dinner and getting to know them and paying a prostitute, you are not in a place in your life where you need to be dating anyone. 

Although you should probably stay away from sex workers too, because you definitely sound like a complete and total woman-hater. 

according to the OP I certainly owe a lot of men sex. including gay men who wouldn’t be interested in having sex with me anyways because y’know, they aren’t into women

Things that are wrong with the OP:

  1. sees women as annoying and less interesting than men
  2. believes women are not capable of attaining a career without assistance
  3. thinks women aren’t interested in sex (would probably call a woman who went on a date with the intention of getting laid a slut)
  4. finds his dates’ behavior irritating and/or hysterical
  5. LEGITIMATELY BELIEVES THAT ONE NIGHT OF PRETENDING TO LIKE YOU IS A FREE PASS TO RIDE THE V-TRAIN

My husband thinks this guy is a prick.

We did not visit Forks because of Twilight. I actually grew up near there. Ugh Twilight. We both hate Twilight.
I’m willing to admit that I read the entire series, but if pressed I will claim it was for work. I teach 6th-8th graders, and I like to be able to talk with my kids about what they are reading.
I don’t dislike Twilight because it’s bad. There’s plenty of really badly written YA lit that I don’t get mad about my students reading. (Eragon, for example, is basically the worst book I have ever read.) I dislike Twilight for all the terrible messages it sends young girls.
Nathan hates it because it’s bad; he couldn’t even laugh at the movie while drunk.

We did not visit Forks because of Twilight. I actually grew up near there. Ugh Twilight. We both hate Twilight.

I’m willing to admit that I read the entire series, but if pressed I will claim it was for work. I teach 6th-8th graders, and I like to be able to talk with my kids about what they are reading.

I don’t dislike Twilight because it’s bad. There’s plenty of really badly written YA lit that I don’t get mad about my students reading. (Eragon, for example, is basically the worst book I have ever read.) I dislike Twilight for all the terrible messages it sends young girls.

Nathan hates it because it’s bad; he couldn’t even laugh at the movie while drunk.

He cites “Muggle Racism” as his main reason for disliking the Harry Potter franchise.
Personally, I’m a fan of anything that gets kids interested in reading. We agree to disagree on this one.


He cites “Muggle Racism” as his main reason for disliking the Harry Potter franchise.

Personally, I’m a fan of anything that gets kids interested in reading. We agree to disagree on this one.

He doesn’t hate tequila as much as he used to (time heals all wounds), so I made tequila/lime jelly shots for Cinco de Mayo.
Combine 3 oz fresh lime juice, 1 oz water, 1/4c sugar and 1 packet knox gelatin in a small saucepan. Gently warm until sugar and gelatin dissolve completely. Add 3 oz good quality tequila and 1 oz orange liqueur (I had blue curacao which is why they are so very green). Pour into lime halves and refrigerate until firm. Cut into wedges just before serving with salt.

He doesn’t hate tequila as much as he used to (time heals all wounds), so I made tequila/lime jelly shots for Cinco de Mayo.

Combine 3 oz fresh lime juice, 1 oz water, 1/4c sugar and 1 packet knox gelatin in a small saucepan. Gently warm until sugar and gelatin dissolve completely. Add 3 oz good quality tequila and 1 oz orange liqueur (I had blue curacao which is why they are so very green). Pour into lime halves and refrigerate until firm. Cut into wedges just before serving with salt.

Poverty is not simply having no money — it is isolation, vulnerability, humiliation and mistrust. It is not being able to differentiate between employers and exploiters and abusers. It is contempt for the simplistic illusion of meritocracy — the idea that what we get is what we work for. It is knowing that your mother, with her arthritic joints and her maddening insomnia and her post-traumatic stress disordered heart, goes to work until two in the morning waiting tables for less than minimum wage, or pushes a janitor’s cart and cleans the shit-filled toilets of polished professionals. It is entering a room full of people and seeing not only individual people, but violent systems and stark divisions. It is the violence of untreated mental illness exacerbated by the fact that reality, from some vantage points, really does resemble a psychotic nightmare. It is the violence of abuse and assault which is ignored or minimized by police officers, social services, and courts of law. Poverty is conflict. And for poor kids lucky enough to have the chance to “move up,” it is the conflict between remaining oppressed or collaborating with the oppressor.

Megan Lee (via sociolab)

Yo, Nathan and I both hate poverty.

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But most of all, stop thinking that what people so loathingly refer to as the “friendzone” is some sort of purgatory women put “nice guys” into. My friendship is not a crappy consolation prize that you’re left with if I deny you a sexual relationship– and my body is not your reward for good behavior.

-Taylor Callobre, The “Good Guy” Myth  (via albinwonderland)

CORRECT

I was trying to explain to Nathan why I hate the whole “Friend Zone” concept the other day. This is it, right here. Stuff Sarah Hates.

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My students say weird stuff to/about my husband.

A 6th grade girl after seeing a picture of him on my desk:

“What race is he, miss?”

“Filipino”

“Lucky!”

A 6th grade boy meeting him at the band’s winter concert:

“Do you know martial arts?”

“…No.”

“Oh, you look like the kind of person who would know martial arts. I was hoping you could teach me some stuff.”

This is the house I grew up in. It has nothing to do with the title of this blog, I just miss it, sometimes. We were in WA visiting for spring break recently, so I’m extra homesick right now.

This is the house I grew up in. It has nothing to do with the title of this blog, I just miss it, sometimes. We were in WA visiting for spring break recently, so I’m extra homesick right now.