Do you know how difficult it was to find a pretty one my size? Do you know the worry I had of it getting ruined, that I only wore it on special occasions? Do you understand how a good one is supposed to fit so you don’t even feel it? Can you imagine the time it takes to sew together silk and lace and wire and hooks? Do you know how hard it was to let the woman with the measuring tape come near me? Do you know I couldn’t look her in the eye as she wrapped it over my ribcage, that I held my breath the entire time? Do you know buying something of quality for myself took twenty-four years and a third of a paycheck to do? Do you know I sat ashamed in my car, staring at the receipt, for the rest of my lunch break? Do you know I only wore it two times before that night? That I sprayed it with perfume like I saw a French woman do once in a movie? Do you know I was dizzy halfway through the first drink? Orange juice. I said “no” to a beer and you brought me orange juice. Do you know the walls seemed to stretch, then fade, that I felt my jaw turn to stone then drop to my chest? Do you know I couldn’t hear myself speak, but heard the conversation of your neighbors, two doors down, perfectly? Do you know how grateful I am, still, that I never heard the pop of each silky thread, the roar of each hook tearing from its eye? Do you know how cold I was waking up in the middle of your hardwood floor? Do you know the first thing I thought of was The Bra. Do you know I was so terrified I didn’t even try to find it? Do you know the saleswoman winked at me in the mirror, then wrapped it in thin peach tissue paper? Do you know I packed a lunch for seven months and ate it in the bathroom? Do you know it’s been twelve years, and I still never answer my phone? Do you know I laughed, not too long ago, remembering the Garfield poster at the abortion clinic? Do you know how, most days, it’s the little things that kill you?
- Rachel McKibbens, 7/9/14
‘Cause people seem to only post the 20-something Audrey Hepburn.
Audrey Hepburn was the granddaughter of a baron, the daughter of a nazi sympathizer, spent her teens doing ballet to secretly raise money for the dutch resistance against the nazis, and spent her post-film career as a goodwill ambassador of UNICEF, winning the presidential medal of freedom for her efforts.
…and history remembers her as pretty.
AND HISTORY REMEMBERS HER AS PRETTY
this is the first time I have ever seen a picture of her older than 20 and I think that’s scary
Tell me again why a women’s liberation movement is no longer needed.
Dear “I don’t need feminism” crowd…
“The Iowa Supreme Court on Friday stood by its ruling that a dentist acted legally when he fired an assistant because he found her too attractive and worried he would try to start an affair. Coming to the same conclusion as it did in December, the all-male court found that bosses can fire employees they see as threats to their marriages, even if the subordinates have not engaged in flirtatious or other inappropriate behavior. The court said such firings do not count as illegal sex discrimination because they are motivated by feelings, not gender." [x]
Are you fucking kidding me.
I just don’t understand this. Why?? How?? What in the world?
A man feeding swans and ducks from a snowy river bank in Krakow
the contrast is insane
relevant to my interests
@OwningMyTruth: The fact that white women are going around calling a racist like Joan Rivers a “feminist icon” shows how morally bankrupt white feminism is.