Archive for September 8th, 2013

September 8th, 2013

nuditea: high heels off, i’m feelin alive


high heels off, i’m feelin alive

September 8th, 2013

brownfemipower: i am goddamn sick and fucking TIRED of all these white women running around saying…


i am goddamn sick and fucking TIRED of all these white women running around saying they were “duped” by hugo s. i’ve never SEEN so many precious snowflakes melting into puddles of duped tears. those same snowflakes that would chew the throat out of naomi wolff for defending julian assange. with their bare teeth. 

I don’t GIVE a fuck if you were duped, that’s not the goddamn point. the point is WHY were you duped? and don’t give me some bullshit horse and pony show about “i want to believe a redemption narrative” cuz that is what is called LIES.

*F*eminism as an entity does NOT believe chris brown. *F*eminism as an entity does NOT believe eminem. *F*eminism as an entity has ripped other women who HAVE believed/chosen to support/be critically interested in Eminem or Chris Brown to *shreds*.

*F*eminism does NOT want to believe a “redemption narrative” unless it is coming from a VERY specific person. 

if you’re not going to talk about THAT—you need to sit down and shut. up. 

September 8th, 2013

An incredible tribute to Tipper Gore at the Alexander Wang show….

An incredible tribute to Tipper Gore at the Alexander Wang show.

September 8th, 2013

Someone posted on Twitter about getting a convertible and I…

Someone posted on Twitter about getting a convertible and I flashed back to my first and most beloved car, a piece of crap Fiat Spider that I loved with my entire soul. It had been lovingly owned by some guy in Virginia for fifteen years, who had painted a tiny Italian flag on the driver-side door and who gave me a tiny box of tiny Fiat tools along with the car. Growing up in a family that tended toward big, boxy Volvos (hello white-upper-middle-class cliche and privilege), having a car that was so tiny I could touch every single part of it from the front seat was an exhilarating feeling, and putting the top down was just heaven.

I was eighteen, ending my sophomore year in college, I think? It was a ridiculous car to buy: dangerous—due to a loophole in the California import laws, it didn’t have seatbelts, didn’t have to pass a smog check, and didn’t have a roll bar; unreliable—true to all the jokes about Fiats, it literally came with a mechanic, named Giuseppe, who I got to know really well and who ended up teaching me to fix a lot of the more chronic problems myself. To this day I am ridiculously proud of myself for knowing what a solenoid is; and impractical—I was moving every year at least at that point in my life.  I loved it beyond belief.

Everyone said “If you get a convertible, then you will only want convertibles for the rest of your life,” and I was like “Um, so?” It’s true, though. After the Fiat I had a Toyota Celica convertible, then two huge Chrysler LeBarons. My last last car before I moved to New York was a regular car, a blue Ford Escort. I hardly ever drove it, though. By that point I was living in walkable West Hollywood, sort of kind of making a living as a writer, and had discovered I could get boys to drive me almost anywhere I wanted to go.

In my many daydreams about moving, to Oakland, or to Portland, or to Seattle, the dreams always contain a convertible. They just represent freedom to me.

September 8th, 2013

"Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, and Liam Payne have always insisted:…"

Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, and Liam Payne have always insisted: Directioners are not crazy—and they’re not to be ignored. In interview after interview over the past three years, usually surrounded by thousands of screaming young women, the band has politely corrected reporters who characterize their followers as “insane” or “deranged.” “We prefer ‘passionate,’” they’ll demur. “Or ‘dedicated.’”

There’s more to this than semantics. Possibly you don’t realize how radical it is to see five guys treat young women with respect, and to demand that others do so as well, but it is. In a world where “fangirl” and “groupie” are routinely used to put down women who are enthusiastic about anything, One Direction stands in shocking contrast to their peers and to the culture as a whole.

Women need to make their own spaces as fans in a culture where most media ignores, sexualizes, trivializes, or attacks them—particularly women of color. Women control the budgets of fandom, buying 80% of sports clothing, and nearly 2/3rds of all books; women account for the majority of spending online; women are more likely to share and create online. The majority of fan fiction is written by women, putting ourselves and our stories into the worlds that we love. We change worlds, or try to, so that we can be heard. We scream and cry sometimes when we love things, like loving five guys who listen to us. But we’re not crazy—we’re just excited.


Oh Those “Crazy” One Direction Fans by Mikki Halpin (via genderblinditem)

Reblogging because these great quotes today:


"I think at that age you are passionate about everything. [If] you remember your first girlfriend at school when you’re 13, you convince yourself that you love her. I think looking in, not everyone can understand it but to that girl or that boy it might be the most important thing in the world. Just because you don’t understand it, doesn’t mean you can say it’s crazy."


"They are so dedicated…our fans put us where we are. I don’t think it’s something that should be taken as a negative, I think passion’s good in any form."