Wednesday, May 28, 2014

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
And floats downstream till the current ends
And dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

But the caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sigs with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

Maya Angelou (April 4, 1928 - May 28, 2014), I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
Tuesday, May 27, 2014

If you haven’t followed the #YesAllWomen hashtag on Twitter, you should.

Because I was given pepper spray as a Christmas gift.

Because pink, keychain holstered pepper spray is even a thing.

Because I avoid certain trails when running at a public park because they are secluded.

Because when I told store management that there was a man catcalling and driving behind women in their parking lot, I was brushed off.

Because we all know what SING stands for.

Thursday, May 15, 2014
I used to think I was the strangest person in the world. But then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you. Frida Kahlo
Monday, April 7, 2014

smartgirlsattheparty:

"When I started playing Detective Olivia Benson, I began to get a lot of letters from viewers. I had gotten fan mail before, but these letters were different. They were coming from individuals who were disclosing histories of violence and abuse - a lot of them for the first time. I knew I had to do something, so I trained to become a rape crisis counselor, I joined Boards, I got involved. I was proud to be on a show that was brave enough to go into territory that no one was talking about, but I also knew I wanted to do more and play a larger role to help survivors heal and reclaim their lives. In 2004 I created the Joyful Heart Foundation with the mission to heal, educate, and empower survivors of sexual assault, domestic violence, and child abuse, and to shed light on the darkness surrounding these issues. I’m very proud to report that since we began, we’ve provided direct services to over 5,400 people, and that we’re determined to change the conversation about violence and abuse.”

- Mariska Hargitay (original post & gifset by oliviasbenson.tumblr.com)

(Source: mulders)

Sunday, March 2, 2014
I think I’m an interesting woman when I look at myself on screen [as Tootsie] and I know that if I met myself at a party, I would never talk to that character because she doesn’t fulfill, physically, the demands that we’re brought up to think that women have to have in order for us to ask them out. There are too many interesting women I have not had the experience to know in this life because I have been brainwashed.

Dustin Hoffman

He gets it. He gets it.

Thursday, February 6, 2014
When I started my music career, I was a maid. I used to clean houses. My mother was a proud janitor. My stepfather, who raised me like his very own, worked at the post office and my father was a trashman. They all wore uniforms and that’s why I stand here today, in my black and white, and I wear my uniform to honor them.
This is a reminder that I have work to do. I have people to uplift. I have people to inspire. And today, I wear my uniform proudly as a Cover Girl. I want to be clear, young girls, I didn’t have to change who I was to become a Cover Girl. I didn’t have to become perfect because I’ve learned throughout my journey that perfection is the enemy of greatness.
Janelle Monae
Thursday, January 30, 2014

I am so sorry I have not been posting! My computer has decided to take the big sleep and until I can sort out a new one, I’m very limited in researching and posting new things. I hope to be back soon!

Wednesday, January 15, 2014
What’s the worst thing you can call a woman? Don’t hold back, now.
You’re probably thinking of words like slut, bitch, cunt (I told you not to hold back!), skank.
Okay, now, what are the worst things you can call a guy? Fag, girl, bitch, pussy. I’ve even heard the term “mangina.”
Notice anything? The worst thing you can call a girl is a girl. The worst thing you can call a guy is a girl. Being a woman is the ultimate insult. Now tell me that’s not royally fucked up.
Jessica Valenti
Monday, November 25, 2013 Sunday, November 24, 2013