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To all the conservative women out there: If you’re so sure the embryos needed for stem cell research are precious human life that can’t be destroyed, then implant one in your uterus and bring it to term. That’s right, put your cervix where your mouth is.

Right now in America, there are thousands of stem cells sitting in fertility clinics that are not allowed to be used for research, will be destroyed after a year or two, and could be right now implanted in a lady’s hoo-hoo to make a screaming, mewling infant that would ironically make you sorry you were ever born.

Here’s how far back along the chain of life stem cells are: They’re called stem cells because they haven’t even decided what kind of cells they’re going to be, so it’s very close to declaring that life begins when you’re just thinking about fucking somebody. Which is just about how most right-wing prudes like george bush would like it. This is, after all, an administration that absolutely hates Planned Parenthood—but then again, judging by Iraq, they hate planned anything.

Did you know that our president spent the entire month before 9/11 on his ranch, working on the stem cell issue, trying, as he said, to bridge the worlds of ethics and science? Seriously, could there be anything george bush knows less about than ethics and science?

Here’s something that may be life: a tiny speck of subatomic goo. Here’s something that is life. Michael J. Fox. One is invisible to the naked eye, the other was in Back to the Future.

With stem cell research properly funded, scientists believe we could do everything from curing Parkison’s to regenerating spinal cord tissue in Democrats.

So, ladies of the right, what do you say? There are thousands of extra embryos sitting around in fertility clinic freezers all over America right now, just waiting for a good home. So if you’re not gonna finish those eggs, come on, go ahead, knock yourself up.

Bill Maher, New Rules.  (via shotgunsunday)

3vynn:

You’re awfully mouthy for fetus. As a matter of fact, you’re awfully thumby and articulate for a fetus, too. I don’t know how you wrote this letter, Fetus, but I’m sufficiently freaked out and think that abortion is probably for the best, particularly because I don’t want some unnaturally articulate hellspawn bursting forth from a vagina to bring further havoc and ignorance into the world.

Love,

Rational People Everywhere

(Source: steebiie)

eactually:

First and foremost, I call shenanigans.

Second, I like how you carefully worded your choice of education.  ”Moderately priced” and “in-state”: aka barely accredited (enjoy when you get passed over for every job and/or promotion because someone else has a better education - one that taught not to use phrases like “I got good grades”).

Third, I’m happy that you can spend 30 hours a week working.  It must be nice to not have an elderly parent to care for in that time or kids to raise.

Fourth, I’m happy you were able to begin saving for college at age 17.  It must’ve been nice not to have any medical bills (maybe you should thank your parents here for having medical insurance) or to have to help your family pay for electricity, water or groceries.

Fifth, it’s cute that you assume everyone has the same opportunities, IQ, and background you do.  Sure makes it easier to feel superior, huh?

Sixth, take one fucking sociology class and realize that the system is designed to make people fail — people’s own “bad” choices often have nothing to do with it.

And finally, take your arrogant, privileged white ass and put yourself in the life of somebody born into poverty.  I bet you give your precious bootstraps one tug and society will break them in half.  Then see if you still believe everything you just wrote.

thiscuntsays:

justother:

celticthistle:

uswhoresdontneedyou:

lavidaescorta:

mlesblog:

luminosa:

donotcallmeashley:

is it so much to ask to have a feminist boyfriend?

 Love.

feminism in men is like my kryptonite. as nicki minaj would say,

“he just gotta give me look, when he give me that look, then the panties comin’ off! off.”

 seriously. somebody give me a sexy feminist. I’ll love him forever. (sexy being a state of being, not an appearance ;p)

boyfriend, be more feminist dammit

I love my feminist fiance!

I love my feminist husband, who missed the births of his first two children altogether (they wouldn’t let him in when I got sectioned, and when our second child was born, he had to stay home with Sophie because we don’t have babysitters) but caught his other two children in his own hands. Who thinks guys who get offended by, grossed out by, or jealous of breastfeeding are asshats. Who took turns with me doing stay-at-home-parent duty until he graduated from college and had a salaried job waiting for him. Who never called parenting his own children “babysitting.” Who cooks and cleans - when I’m breastfeeding the baby or being the baby’s sleeping arrangement, cooks and cleans more than I do even though I’m currently the stay-at-home. Who has never once complained or been obnoxious or whiny if I’ve gone through a long period of not being sexually active (lactation seems to suppress my desire somewhat). Who goes to parent-teacher conferences with me. Who took Sophie to the dentist today and held her hand (I was staying home waiting for Kassandra’s school bus). Who not only let me plaster the family vehicle with homebirth, lactivist, pro-choice, neurodiversity, bi pride, and generically opinionated/snarky bumper stickers, but expressed his approval and agreed with the sentiments (I wouldn’t put up a sticker if he didn’t agree with it, for the record). Who will be helping me make coffee and brownies for the protesters who will be occupying Indianapolis tomorrow. Who isn’t afraid to call himself feminist… or explain why that does not make him “whipped.”

I am truly blessed.

your hubby sounds lovely :D

(Source: reason596)

stfuconservatives:

dont-call-me-shurley:

Posting this from this:

http://chicksdigthewindything.tumblr.com/post/9171340250/keebler-elf-pimp-factory-rhapsodyoftales

Just because this was the only one I wanted on my blog.

This exemplifies everything I love about Tumblr. What started as some ignorant pro-lifer’s misguided attempt at abortion propaganda (because it is EXACTLY LIKE throwing your baby off a cliff) is now an MST3K joke. (slow clap) Kudos, everyone.

(Source: batmanandsobbin)

powerpussysays:

[Image description: purple and black alternating diamond pattern in background. At the center is a pissed-off grey and white cat. Top text: “you can’t spell ‘masturbation’ without” Bottom text: “…ohhhhhh my god this is amazing!”]

because who actually cares about spelling when you can do things like masturbate instead?

Power Pussy says: know your body.  or, you know, just have fun.

keepyourboehneroutofmyuterus:

briangetsclarity:

Exactly.

Can’t be said enough, really.

planetesauvage:

cydne-the-trekupine:

If I choose to make porn (which I am choosing to do, incidentally), or if I choose to be an escort (which I did, once upon a time), I am not ‘selling myself’. I am not for sale. My body, my mind, my personality… these things are not for sale. What is for sale, is the option to look at my body, or interact with it. If I fuck somebody, or somebody takes a naked picture of me, I’m not losing any part of myself. No part of me has been taken in exchange for cash, just an image. If you take a photo in an art gallery, nobody’s going to accuse you of stealing the art work. If you touch a statue, and walk away from it, you’re not taking part of it with you. It’s the same for my body. If you see it, or touch it, no part of me is lost, no part of what makes me who I am is changed.

And then we come to the assumption that I’m ‘degrading’ myself in some manner by banging people for cash. Well, I’m not. I felt more degraded working minimum wage in McDonalds than I ever do when I’m taking naked photos to put online, or when I fuck random people for free (yeah, I’m a big ol’ slut, your point?) or when I’m signing up to do a screen test with a porn company. No branch of sex work or or sex as a hobby seems to be capable of making me feel degraded. And if I don’t feel degraded, then you don’t get to tell me I feel degraded, because you are not in possession of a greater understanding of my emotions than I am.

Your judgments on sex workers are contributing to the lack of safety evident in the mainstream porn industry, they are contributing to a continued ban on prostitution, making the lives of sex workers really fucking unsafe in many circumstances. By judging sex workers, you are contributing to a system that means if a sex worker is raped, nobody cares. If a prostitute is murdered, it takes about 5 more killed before the police bother to investigate. Whether you judge sex workers as bad people or as objects of pity, you’re harming us.

Do not tell me what I am allowed to use my body for and how I am supposed to feel when I go outside of that.

BAM. Perfect post.

(Source: campdracula5eva)

Why Did I Blame The Victim?

droppingthefbomb:

I used to victim blame, until someone (thankfully) pointed out my bullshit.

But, I can’t help wonder why did I victim blame? 

I think its because I wanted to believe that the world is fair. That bad things don’t happen to good people. Bad things don’t happen to people who are cautious. Bad things don’t happen to people who don’t get themselves involved in risky behaviour.

The idea that the victim was somewhat at fault, shows the need to deny that we ourselves could be vulnerable. 

I think I used to victim blame because I couldn’t confront my own fear of my powerlessness. I told myself: if I didn’t do A, then BCD wouldn’t happen to me. I convinced myself that the victim didn’t follow these rules, they had the power to avoid the situation but they chose not to. I reasoned that this wouldn’t happen to me because I was more cautious, more reasonable and smarter then they were. It gave me a sense of control of my life.

I was full of so much shit.

Why do people victim blame? The two main theories behind victim blaming are:

• Just World Hypothesis
• Assumptive World Theory

Every time I was victim blaming, I was only making it harder for the victim to talk about the abuse, report it and overcome it. I was also reinforcing what the abuser has been saying all along: its their fault that this is happening to them.

IT NEVER IS.

I now realise what I was doing. I was adding to the victim’s pain, not helping them.

What we can do to help:

• Find yourself victim blaming? Stop.
• Is someone else victim blaming? Don’t simply put up with it.
• Do not agree with abusers excuses for why they abuse.
• Let the victim know its not their fault.
• Be a good person and fight the good fight.

❝ Advice for young feminists? Do something else besides feminism. I’m serious. The feminist blogosphere is oversaturated in my opinion. Please, find something else you love and take feminist theory there. It gets lonely over here in tech and video games – I have a great crew of other feminists but we are a little island in a vast sea. We need more feminist minded business bloggers, feminist theory wielding finance bloggers. Labor organizers with a feminist lens blogging. Can you imagine what Deadspin (the sports blog) would look like with a feminist on staff? Restructure writes about science, tech and feminism – join her! Publish a blog doing literary criticism with a feminist lens! Take on the NYT! Talk about class issues and feminism. Whatever it is, apply your feminism in a different space. ❞

Latoya Peterson (via all y’all / whereisyourline.org)