TW: RAPE CULTURE, VICTIM BLAMING
the thing that upsets me most here is that quite a few of these sample replies show profile photos of children. These people are raising families and kids. And for those fathers with daughters,I wonder how amusing they would find it if they knew there was at least a 1 in 4 chance of their own child being sexually assaulted or raped in her own lifetime.
A real funny joke there, dads.
This is highly disturbing
END RAPE CULTURE AND VICTIM BLAMING.
ahhh i wanna cry
every time i read a comment (on the picture) i wanted to rip my hair out.
This is repulsive.
Tumblr can be kind of a drag when you’re not part of any fandoms and have to scroll down 50 million inside jokes. It’s kind of like being the uncool kid at the party.
It’s kind of like my real life.
One of the best visual representations of the double standards subjected to all women on a daily basis. Reconsider the next time you toss about the words in column 3.
this is important
LOL I’m sorry…I know this is serious, but my mental image is babies raining from the sky and running around with a basket, and THANK GOD I LACED UP MY SNEAKERS because otherwise I’d be tripping all over the place and these babies would be screwed.
Seriously though, I don’t think these “walks for charity” do much for me. I’d be much more willing to pay someone money if they would debase themselves in some way. No, I’m not giving you $100 to walk around in a circle. I’ll give you $200 to slather yourself in mustard and do the Macarena nude on top of a hot dog cart. An extra $50 if you eat the hot dogs seductively.
Charities, use this idea. You have a lot of people who have weird talents and would be willing to exploit them for your cause. Grab your unicycle riders, fire eaters and general deviants and get to work.
I woke up at 8am (I know, a lot of people wake up earlier but bare with me here) to drive an hour to work. We haven’t had electricity at work for the last two days, but because we are closing next week we had to stay open and work anyway. Thankfully we have a lot of windows.
Then I drove an hour from work to do a voice over commercial for tampons (look out world) which was fun but I had to bolt immediately after finishing because I had to drive an hour home to get Elvis, then another hour to show him to a potential adopter. They loved him and adopted him on the spot! I can’t believe I only had him a week and a half.
Tomorrow is equally busy and I am just exhausted. But like, whatever I’m going to have plenty of rest time in a week.
Being a foster is HARD work. I understand why people can’t do it. You’re bringing in a new personality into your house and you are the one who works out the issues, heals the wounds, and cures the illnesses before sending them out to a new home as a brand new dog. It’s time consuming, exhausting and at times frustrating.
Last time I did it, I said I wouldn’t do it again. Then I saw the photo of the dog who hadn’t been let out of his cage for 6 months, and of course I said yes. I can’t say no to that. The beginning part of meeting this new dog and the end part of leaving them with a new, loving home are the good parts. It’s the middle that makes me want to tear my hair out.
And yet, I don’t know how I will say no the next time. I don’t know how to say “sorry, I don’t feel like being inconvenienced, go ahead and euthanize him.” I don’t think I can do that. I know I can’t.
How do these Tumblr girls have such amazing fingernails with real flowers and portraits of Henry VIII on them and I can’t even get mine to last without smearing for three hours.
How to Still be Cool as a Diabetic: