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I JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO GET NICE TATTOOS AND TRAVEL AND GO TO LOADS OF CONCERTS AND MEET NEW PEOPLE AND VISIT AMAZING PLACES AND COSY COFFEE SHOPS AND ADOPT CUTE PUPPIES AND SLEEP IN THE BACK OF A TRUCK WITH A PLETHORA OF BLANKETS AND STAR GAZE AND TAKE PICTURES OF NICE THINGS AND JUST NOT CARE ABOUT ANYTHING
reading over something after its been sent and finding typos you missed the first four times you checked it
someone bought an entire page of ad space in my school’s yearbook and just put the word ahloo on it
#THERE IS NO WAY THAT PERSON DOES NOT SPEAK HINDI OR URDU #AND IM LAUGHING MY HEAD OFF BECAUSE THATS LITERALLY JUST POTATO #WHO WRITES POTATO IN HINDI IN A YEARBOOK
I just realized that 42 seconds into 4:23 pm on August 4, 2015, that will be the only moment in our lifetime where the date is all of The Numbers from Lost in order: 4/8/15, 16:23:42
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When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating.
It reminds me of that famous Margaret Atwood quote: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” It also reminds me of something written by one of the mods of Sex Worker Problems: “Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
I mean, it’s just true.
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“Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
That’s it. That’s it right there.
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i really like matt smith’s doctor but i really don’t like moffat’s doctor who do u see what i mean
It’s the fandom equivalent of supporting the troops and being against the war.
i have yet to read a more perfect analogy
I’ve never felt a stronger connection with an article of clothing
Today I was stopped in the hallway on my way to class by one of the security guards. She wouldn’t let me go to class and forced me to walk across the school to the main office to have my mom, who by the way was on her way to work, bring me “real pants” because the way I dressed was “sexually provocative.” Because of this I was ten minutes late to class, and after five minutes of actually being in class I was taken back out to be talked to again by the security guard and given my “real pants.”
These shorts are mid-thigh, and I am wearing opaque black tights. Other than my hands and my face, I had no skin showing whatsoever. So tell me, how is this being “sexually provocative?” (reminder: this is a typical american public high school, not a private or religious-oriented school)
The security guard ridiculed me, saying that what I was wearing was inappropriate. I told her that everyday, other girls walk around in skin-tight yoga pants, some even with their thongs clearly showing, and shirts that are see-through. “This is not bad clothing.” I had told her. This security guard plays favorites with the girls on who she does call out and doesn’t call out. On game days, the cheerleaders decide to wear their skirts that barely cover their butts and she doesn’t cal them out at all. She also openly said to my mom “I don’t look at what the boys are wearing, only the girls.”
When my mom came in to bring me the pants, she had a long talk with the security guard. She told my mom that I should know that there is a dress code, and that I should follow it. My mom told her “Maybe there shouldn’t be a dress code if it isn’t monitored consistently. This is double-standards.”
My mom also told her “The only distraction from class that is going on is you are pulling my daughter out of class and keeping her from learning.”
I had to walk up to this security guard to get my long pants, since she was talking to my mom, and my mom said to me sarcastically: “It appears that you are being sexually provocative, darling.”
“Oh yes mama, all the boys are just popping boners everywhere!” I pretended to swoon. We both left, my mom calling back to the security guard: “I didn’t need this today, you know. I need to get to work and I haven’t even showered yet. Good Job.”
The whole ordeal was ridiculous. Girls shouldn’t be ridiculed for wearing shorts. Even so, I was wearing thick tights that you couldn’t see through–much better than just wearing yoga pants. There is no way that what I was wearing could even be considered “sexually provocative.” Plus, anything the boys wear is completely fine in the eyes of the security guard, it’s only what the girls are wearing that are “inappropriate.” Even yoga pants where you can see the thong through it don’t “disrupt class” because nobody cares enough about what a student wears and does not wear, only the security guards.
tl;dr, dress codes are counterproductive and the enforcers cause more disruption for a student’s learning than shorts do.
♬ my sweater tights and mid thigh shorts bring all the boys to the yard ♪
Reminds me of the time this girl in my class who was wearing shorts that went almost to her knees asked to use the restroom, took forever, and came back wearing different pants. She said she got stopped in the hall because her shorts were inappropriate so she changed into her sweatpants for PE. Even our teacher was like “What?” I guess her knees were just really provocative.
My friend was given a warning because they decided her mid thigh length sweater dress and cableknit tights were inappropriate. As it was winter, the only skin on her you could see was her face, as she was wearing gloves.
This is absolutely ridiculous. OP, you’re outfit is absolutely fine.
ladies. be careful when u wear spaghetti straps. it might distract the boys. they’ll start thinking of spaghetti. they will get hungry. they will stop at nothing to get their spaghetti.
my gender and sexuality identity? yes it’s
but you can just call me dad
*looks through your selfies*
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Since the school system is getting really anal about a new strict dress code for female students, how about I make a proposal to solve this problem?
It’s a very simple solution
From now on, everyone shall wear onesies
Not just the female students, but the male students and school staff
Yes, even the principal
Every day will be like a slumber party!
And best of all, no one will be gawking at you, because onesies are fucking hideous
when you run into a cop on the street or in a restaurant it’s always like oh hey officer good to see you glad you’re on our side but when you see that motherfucker on the road its fucking go time you piece of shit stay the fuck away from me
i literally passed four cops in a row today and i wasn’t going a hair over sixty but that was the most stressful moment of my life
