“We didn’t have any paints in the house when I was younger, but I would do collage. I would collect advertisements, rip them up, and then paste them together. That was the beginning of it. After that, I did photography, and then painting and sculpting. I began to realise how important it is to express yourself, and not be afraid of making mistakes – as mistakes often make something special and unique.” — Lucy Liu
Things I did not know, but should.
This is a post that might save a life.
My mom worked for 25 years as an ER nurse and is convinced that a lot of women die simply because folks only know heart attack symptoms that occur in males.
Society thinks our bodies are so scandalous that it’s better to put our lives at risk than to show us how to stay safe
Can anyone tell me if this is an actual promo shot or a manip? Because if it is a promo shot I WANT TO WEEP WITH ITS RIGHTNESS, HOLY GOD. Lois in STANDING IN FRONT OF CLARK. She’s in the foreground! SHE IS STANDING IN A PHYSICALLY STRONG POSE. She is staring STRAIGHT AHEAD (i.e. she is NOT averting her gaze). Her shoulders are back, her legs are planted firmly on the ground, shoulder width apart, STEADY. SHE IS TAKING UP SPACE, AND NOT OVERTLY SEXUALIZED. CLARK IS STANDING BEHIND HER MIRRORING HER POSE. This is the most beautiful photo I have ever seen, holy fucking god. GETTING IT RIGHT.
(to answer the question, yes it’s official, it’s from Empire magazine)
Writing is weird.
One minute you are telling a story.
The next minute you are researching the average amount of snowfall Edinburgh gets.
or how to kill someone with a piece of barbed wire and a tomato
Or how much force it takes to dent a human skull with a can of Pepsi.
what the hell are you guys writing?
“Okay,” Julie says, getting up and walking to the front of the room, since apparently no one else is going to. “We all know why we’re here?”
The classroom is totally full. Actually it’s so stuffed with people she feels like the walls should be swelling outwards. They…
“This isn’t gonna be like that Buffy season finale is it?” Ash Baker asks, and his voice is kind of shaky. “Because I don’t wanna be an army.”
SOMEWHERE, DAN HARMON LOL’D So this happened: for an article on how the nation’s community colleges are underfunded and underperforming, the Washington Post’s editors (and caption writers) used the fictional school from NBC’s Community to illustrate the story. ”Greendale Community College is one of many institutions whose students are getting the short end of the higher ed stick,” the photo blurb reads. And with that, journalism entered the darkest timeline.
Have I reblogged this before?
Do I care?
See: me, all my male friends ever. I love my guy friends, I really do, but that doesn’t stop me from getting incredibly upset when one of them questions, for example, the idea of privilege, or the pervasiveness of sexualized art in comics. Or makes a rape joke. It’s like suddenly being reminded how very different our perspectives are and though I can make strides and try to explain things and maybe make some parallels (my boyfriend is very receptive to this; thank you, boyfriend), there’s just some things that some of my guy friends will never even be able to comprehend and it’s supremely frustrating.
This is every man I have ever been in a relationship with, ever been related to, ever been friends with. Pretty much.