The State of my Dreams...

I'm Jazzie 20 UK

I post stuff about feminism, equality and justice and also cats

  • thehotgirlproject:




     i will reblog this as many times as it takes me to stop finding this funny


    (Source: yousaytheydontcare, via slutrock)

    • 134079
    • 134079
  • transhumanisticpanspermia:

    i have limited sympathy for people who get told “no” after a public proposal because public proposals are pretty much emotionally abusive

    like seriously

    if you think it’s kinda cute, you can discuss it beforehand and then do a staged one later

    but putting someone on the spot in front of a crowd of strangers (or worse, friends) and demanding they give you a yes or no answer to a complex question which will affect the rest of their life is

    really not okay

    (via almondjelli)

    • 166973
    • 25502
    • 25502
  • tvshows-who-knows:

    This gif makes me really sad. You wanna know why? For anyone who has seen Blue is the Warmest Color, you know why. This is Adele Exarchopoulos. She is one of the lead actresses in Blue is the Warmest Color. It’s a wonderful and heartbreaking movie about two girls who fall in love. And it’s about the messiness but also wonderfulness of relationships. Yet, a lot of people don’t see it as that. They see it as “COOL! LESBIANS! ooo yaaa so sexy!” And you can see the disappointment in her eyes. And you can just tell that she’s been asked so many misogynistic, demeaning and ignorant questions. And it makes me really sad to think that so many people miss the message of this movie and that she had to deal with that.

    • 143
    • 143
  • "

    Yesterday, I was at the bar sharing a drink with a friend. I’m a flirt, no doubt about it. So I’m flirting with a woman. Harmless, right? All in fun.

    It doesn’t take long before something changes. Suddenly the flirty comments are more pointed. And this woman leans close and says, “I’m going to kiss you. What are you going to do?”

    Right now, my male friends are probably high fiving me in their minds. She was very attractive, and she’s, as the boys say, “into it.” But, see…I didn’t want more than flirting. I didn’t really want to kiss her. So I told her so.

    She got a little angry. “What? Can’t we kiss? It doesn’t have to mean anything!” I told her that for me it does.

    She told me again she was going to kiss me, she wants to go home with me, and I asked her, politely, to please not. “What are you going to do?” She asked. I told her I’d gently push her away.

    She says, “Why are you being such a woman about this?”

    I realized that the only way this was going to stop was if I left. I stayed a little longer, hoping I was wrong. I wasn’t. So I left. And I felt awful. Angry. Sad. A little dirty. A little guilty. Maybe I shouldn’t have flirted. Maybe I led her on. Did I?

    I want to be able to say this is fiction, concocted to make a point. It’s not—it really happened. Later, I realized: this is the story of nearly every woman at a bar, ever. This is how women are treated all the time. I am lucky enough not to have to have been afraid this woman would follow me out of the bar and take what she wanted, whether I wanted to give it or not.

    It seemed ridiculous to this woman that I—a man—would not jump at the chance to have meaningless sex. That to not want to meant I was acting like a woman. What kind of world do we live in when not wanting to have sex is equated with being a woman?

    A week ago, an angry young man who believed he was entitled to sex shot up women because, in his view, they deserved it for not having sex with him—being too stuck up, or snobbish, or whatever, to give him what he believed he had a right to. We spend the week talking about mental illness, but, for the most part, ignoring the misogyny and rape culture inherent in his actions and words.

    Today, an amazing poet and person, Maya Angelou, passed away. A woman who celebrated life and language, and who wrote beautiful songs including some embracing and lifting up her womanhood as a thing to be proud of, a thing to cherish, a thing that stands defined apart from men, a thing that is enough in itself. Curiously, my Facebook feed is nearly devoid of mention of her, her work, or her passing.

    It’s 2014. 166 years after Seneca Falls. 96 years after women were enfranchised with the vote in the US. 50 years since the sexual liberation of the 1960s. 38 years since Roe v Wade ostensibly said women should have control over their reproductive choices. And yet, today, even today, women are invisible except as objects of male gaze.

    Don’t mistake me. I’m sad, yes. Disappointed, sure. But, more than that? I’m angry. Angry that not one man stood up to the lunatic in California and told him that maybe, just maybe, it’s ok that women don’t want to sleep with him. I’m angry that women experience the kind of shaming I felt last night ALL THE TIME, and no men stand up and stop it. I’m angry that this is the world I have to raise my son in—that I have to be one example amongst hundreds—thousands—of how you treat a woman: like a person. Like an equal. Like someone with hopes, dreams, desires, wants—all of which are just as valid as his.

    I know there are other men out there who think of women as people and not as objects. I know there are men who stand up to their “brothers” and call them on their bullshit. I’m grateful for them. I just wish there were more of us.


    — Rich D. (a previous co-worker of mine and Theatre Professor) source

    #THIS  #It was so well said, I couldn’t resist sharing it  #Let’s make change 

    (via imrosencrantz)
    • 243
  • cemeterysaint:

    Literally gonna put these all over my school tomorrow.

    • 260
    • 260
  • "Not all men!"

    Yes but enough men that every girl is terrified of smiling to that guy on the bus or talking with the boy in the coffee shop. Every girl has been walking late at night at one point and been afraid of who might be following her. Every girl has referred to someone as a “creep” and every girl has refused a drink from someone she doesn’t know.

    Not all men.

    But enough men that all women are now afraid of most men.
    It’s gotten so bad that we have to be afraid of even telling you we are afraid. We can’t ask that you please stop talking to us. Because if we do we run the risk of being labeled a “stuck up bitch” and blamed for murders and rapes in which we are the victims.

    So we speak to you with body language that we hope you’ll understand. We cross our legs and look out the window and wear giant headphones that are giant signs that subtly read “DON’T TALK TO ME!” But you insist on ignoring those signs because you have it in your head that our body language doesn’t mean anything. That our bodies aren’t our bodies.

    Not all men.

    You can start fucking saying that when all women can stop being afraid. But that’s not gonna happen if every man a women opens up to about this issue dismisses her by saying “Not all men.”

    an unofficial letter to the skeezball at work all men.

    (via thehansoloist)
    • 172527
  • schrodingers-tribble:



    there’s something very satisfying about buying office supplies but I’m not quite sure how to explain that feeling

    the illusion of productivity

    that’s it that’s the feeling

    (via subdued-optimist)

    • 628757
  • lady-alysanne:




    As an introvert, I’ve done, and do, all of these things…. constantly.

    i definitely have introvert tendencies because i do all of these things

    Didn’t think anyone else besides me did these.

    The last one is me

    (via subdued-optimist)

    • 113564
    • 113564
    • 1377
    • 1377
  • Tulip fields in the Netherlands

    (Source: aknightintarnishedarmour, via ageofth3geek)

    • 187585
    • 187585
  • (Source: eevee-morgan, via skye-bleu)

    • 18412
    • 18412
  • itwillnotprotectyou:


    (via mama-fish)

    • 87176
    • 87176