“Enjoy your meal” scrolls across the little screen after the timer goes off on the microwave.He warms his pizza up, then he looks at the microwave with this very regal, gracious expression and says, “Why, thank you… I will enjoy my meal, Panasonic.”

Marriage

I’ve seen marriages that succeed, and I’ve seen marriages that fail (more of the latter, of course). After much observation and plenty of introspection, I’ve decided that marriage isn’t for everyone. Hell, monogamy, isn’t for everyone… But that’s another subject.

We’re all taught to think that you grow up, you get a job, you get married, have some kids, and that’s it. But why do we think that, when we can look around us and see that isn’t reality? You say, “Well, it’s our generation,” but that isn’t true, either. Those marriages of the past that we all LOVE to reference as successful, most of them only held together because women had no rights and no options. Those women were bound to their husbands as property, and property can’t leave its proprietor. Both slaves and wives had to take their masters’ names: because they were property.

We’re all taught that marriage is THE option, and not AN option. This is especially true for women. For men, marriage is just something you do when you’re done having fun and “all grown up.” For women, marriage is an aspiration. It’s the pinnacle of our being, it’s our validation. The way men aspire to be successful in their professional lives, women aspire to marriage. We compete, and we base our worth on our desirability. It’s rather sad, really. If you need examples, look at any “girl movie/chic flick,” any girly-girl Disney or Disney-esque film, or ANYTHING where women or girls are the target demographic.

And now, I’m going to go play Skyrim as I pine for Dragon Age: Inquisition and Destiny to be released.

Society normalizes a thing, places a stigma on those who are without/exist outside said thing, makes people feel like they are lacking/inferior if they are outside/without said thing… Then makes people believe that being without/existing outside the thing is the problem.

They build a broken system, but then they make you believe YOU are the one who is broken.

unapologetically-black:

Jin is my favorite, but I like Mugen, too.

Jin, with his order and discipline and stoicism; and his ability to read, to strategize. Mugen, with his chaos and spontaneity and impulsiveness. You can’t read him, because there is no thought behind his action.

Fuu isn’t a warrior, but she is the force which joined Order/Jin and Chaos/Mugen. Fuu represents the feminine balance of the masculine energy. Although, it could be argued that Jin represents that feminine/passive energy, while Mugen is that masculine/active/aggressive energy. Fuu also takes on the role of mother of the group from time to time, further solidifying her role as the feminine principle and counterpart to Mugen and Jin.

If we wanted to elaborate further, we could touch on the religious aspect of the anime… And correlate that to Jin, Fuu, and Mugen being a “trinity” of sorts.

Samurai Champloo

Jin is my favorite, but I like Mugen, too.

Jin, with his order and discipline and stoicism; and his ability to read, to strategize. Mugen, with his chaos and spontaneity and impulsiveness. You can’t read him, because there is no thought behind his action.

Jin is order; Mugen is chaos.

Together, they’re balanced; they are yin yang.

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As an aside, Samurai Champloo has one of the best anime soundtracks ever, if not THE best. And all thanks to Nujabes***

EDITED: For those who simply MUST include Fuu, Fuu isn’t a warrior, but she is the force which joined Order/Jin and Chaos/Mugen. Fuu represents the feminine balance of the masculine energy. Although, it could be argued that Jin represents that feminine/passive energy, while Mugen is that masculine/active/aggressive energy. Fuu also takes on the role of mother of the group from time to time, further solidifying her role as the feminine principle and counterpart to Mugen and Jin. 

onlyblackgirl:

White women in the natural hair movement

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White women in the natural hair movement

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White women in the natural hair movement

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White women in the natural hair movement

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White women in the natural hair movement

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White women in the natural hair movement?

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White women in the natural hair movement?

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White women in the natural hair movement? Lol. Bitch, bye.

Equality is not something we should have to fight for… Why should we be forced to prove we’re as worthy, as human, as deserving of dignity & respect as others? Are we not all humans with emotions and hopes and dreams?

Equality isn’t just an ideal, or at least, it shouldn’t be. We all deserve the same opportunities and rights and freedoms. No one has the right to deny those things from others.

"You don’t see why people doing/saying…"

I’m all for motivating my [Black] people to better themselves, but why must we compare ourselves to White people to do it? Why must we chastise our people, and praise Whites in the process? “You don’t see White people doing/saying [insert bad action here].” Well, you also don’t see White people facing the level of oppression that we do, either. Why would white people being doing some of the things we do that are self-destructive? They don’t have the same experiences as us, so it’s an unfair comparison. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t improve ourselves or have honest conversations about what needs to be done. But we don’t have to compare ourselves to them.  THAT is part of the problem, to begin with… Our comparing ourselves to them, and feeling that we fall short, as if we’ve had the same opportunities and experiences.

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aboutwhitewomen:

If men aren’t allowed to have an opinion on abortion, then they shouldn’t have to contribute to federal funding of breast cancer research.

"if i cant control a woman’s body, then i want that body to die"

Fucking moron… Also, women aren’t the only ones who get breast cancer. Fuck-wit.

Dreams Imitating Life Imitating Dreams

I had a dream that I was wearing this BEAUTIFUL dress that I LOVED. It was my favorite dress, and it was perfect to me. I stood there smiling and loving my dress, but as I was standing there, different men kept coming up to me and telling me, “that dress is nice, but it would look better if you’d [insert change to dress here].” Each time they’d make a suggestion, the dress would change. I was growing increasingly unhappy with each change of the dress, until eventually, all the men liked the dress, but I was miserable and didn’t even want the dress anymore. I couldn’t stop smiling, even though I wanted to stop. I just stood there in my no-longer-recognizable, use-to-be favorite dress, but I couldn’t change out of it, and I couldn’t change it back. Then I woke up.