Something People Don’t Understand About Child Abuse

Women can be investigated for murder for giving birth to a stillborn child or having a miscarriage. Rapists get sentenced to little/no prison and get off without even having to register as a sex offender. Women are still paid less than men. Condoms are free, but birth control is not and some states in the U.S. are even taking away the option for IUDs. After giving birth, women who have ripped their own flesh from the physical trauma of giving birth can be stitched back up and then given one too many stitches to make her “tighter” for her husband, thus why this occurrence is called “the husband stitch”. Men can get themselves sterilized no problem, but women often have issues finding a doctor who will sterilize them without them being married and having their husband’s consent.

Alright, so go ahead. Tell me how feminism isn’t needed anymore. Tell me why you think that any of the above situations are anywhere near the ballpark of being “okay”. But before you open your mouth, think about how you would feel if I had just told you the situation was reversed. What if I told you that men got paid less than women? That if a 12 year old boy got raped by another man, there would be no consequences for the rapist? What if I told you men needed their wife’s permission to get sterilized and if they weren’t married yet then they might have to wait until they are just in case their wife wants kids?

Sexism isn’t a joke. It’s a real problem that affects real people. It’s still a current problem. Just because women can vote and we’re allowed to own land doesn’t mean all of our problems went away.

Concept: you’ve been married to your wife for 3 years. You wake up in your bed before she does, your nose cold but your body warm. Careful not to wake her, you get out of bed and your toes curl when your feet hit the cold floor. You brew a pot of coffee and take a cup, making sure to leave enough for her. You pull on a big sweater and walk out onto your deck, sitting in a big wood chair to look out over the forest. The leaves are orange and edged with frost. All is quiet as the sun rises over the trees. You hear the door opening behind you and your wife sits down next to you, wrapping the comforter from your bed around both of you shoulders. You sit there like that until the sun is well up and your coffee cups are empty.

This is one of the thai restaurants in my hometown and i can tell you first hand this lady is wonderful

I love how basically all gays did the same thing where we realize we like someone of the same gender and just go “yeah we’re not gonna think about that. I’ll just deal with that later” like name another community that is so universally filled with procrastinators

“I’m gonna say something crazy… Wanna marry me instead?”

– San Junipero (2016) dir. Owen Harris

As someone who hates wrapping presents, I found this really helpful

To the person reading this, I hope tonight treats you gently, and that tomorrow looks brighter.