Skateboarding in Kabul

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“For as long as I can remember, there’s been this sub-breed of girls and women who seem to think that not having female friends is a noteworthy, noble way to live. “Guys don’t cause drama,” they say. “Girls are catty/ jealous of me/ the devil,” they say. To those girls, I have a response: the problem is you, not every other woman in the universe.

We’re talking a very specific group of women, here. The ones who glorify their friendships with men — who are more than capable of exhibiting the same negative traits as any other human — while simultaneously demonizing women, as though we all took a pact at birth to be one unified, reprehensible force. I’m speaking of women with this attitude, specifically: not shy women, not introverted women, but the women who paint every other gal with the Petty Bitch Paintbrush and call it a day without getting to know them as individuals. (Hint: it turns people off to hear that you aren’t open to being friends with people “of their kind.” That isn’t the kind of sentiment that makes people feel all warm and tingly, and it’s probably the one thing preventing you from having female friends.)

So, ladies who think men are the antidote to ~dRaMa~ fueled vagina holders — the attitude that all women are evil, conniving, and not worth your time is just, statistically, silly. You can’t get along with roughly 50% of the population? That sounds like a You problem.”
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If You Don’t Have Girl Friends, I Feel Sorry For You, STEPHANIE GEORGOPULOS (via unhappie)

I used to be this girl! For years, I was this girl. It’s okay, though. There is hope.

(via sharkpuff)

I think a lot of women go through this phase; I went through it in middle school and part of high school; fortunately I got my head out of my ass and realized that the girls around me were people, complicated and funny and interesting and kind, just like all the boys I’d sworn were the only friends I’d ever have.

So don’t worry if you used to do this - you can always stop! But remember: disliking other girls in a lump doesn’t make you cool. It makes you a dick.

(via leupagus)

A lot of girls do this because we’re told constantly that being a female is inferior. By criticizing other females, we elevate ourselves to some new category of being almost-male. I used to do this too :(

(via liberalchristian)

All of this. (except that not all vagina-holders are women. other than that all of this.)

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jessicavalenti: Eight year old girl schools Dwell magazine

jessicavalenti:

Eight year old girl schools Dwell magazine

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rettatweetstv: (x) Awwing at “Awww this wingnut”

rettatweetstv:

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Awwing at “Awww this wingnut”

» Two Little Girls Explain The Worst Haircut Ever

stephaniefoo:

onthemedia:

The cutest interview of the month. Year?

LOLLL My favorite part: “I HID IT UNDER THE RADIATOR”

“Why do you think she needed a haircut?” “Because it was all the way down - almost about all the way down to her tush.”

HER TUSH. And then she goes on about how if her sister’s hair got any longer it would go in the toilet when she had to go, and that would be gross. She just had her sister’s back, is all! Literally. 

“Overall, I think it’s a good time to have a girl in the 21st century because things are changing, with more opportunities for women. But girls are still the underdog, which means they’ll work harder, and everybody loves an underdog. The next Steve Jobs will totally be a chick, because girls are No. 2—and No. 2 always wins in America. Apple was a No. 2 company for years, and Apple embodies a lot of what have been defined as feminine traits: an emphasis on intuitive design, intellect, a strong sense of creativity, and that striving to always make the greatest version of something. Traditionally, men are more like Microsoft, where they’ll just make a fake version of what that chick made, then beat the shit out of her and try to intimidate everybody into using their product.”
– Louis C.K. (via Briana Mowrey)

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Look at this wonder! From Getting Over Girl Hate by Tavi for Rookie Mag.  

Look at this wonder! From Getting Over Girl Hate by Tavi for Rookie Mag.  

The Problem of Fiction, Marie Ponsot.

presidents:

She always writes poems. This summer
she’s starting a novel. It’s in trouble already.
The characters are easy—a girl
and her friend who is a girl
and the boy down the block with his first car,
an older boy, sixteen, who sometimes
these warm evenings leaves his house to go dancing
in dressy clothes though it’s still light out.
The girl has a brother who has lots of friends,
is good in math, and just plain good which
doesn’t help the story. The story
should have rescues & escapes in it
which means who’s the bad guy; he couldn’t be
the brother or the grandpa or the father either,
or even the boy down the block with his first car.
People in novels have to need something,
she thinks, that it takes about
two hundred pages to get.
She can’t imagine that. Nothing
she needs can be got; if it could
she’d go get it: the answer to nightmares;
a mother who’d be proud of her; doing things
a mother could be proud of; having hips
& knowing how to squeal at the beach laughing
when the boy down the block picked her up & carried her
& threw her in the water. If she’d laughed
squealing he might still take her swimming
& his mother wouldn’t say she’s crazy, she would
not have got her teeth into his shoulder till
well yes she bit him, and the marks
lasted & lasted, his mother said so,
but that couldn’t be in a novel.

She’ll never squeal laughing, she’d never
not bite him, she hates cute girls, she hates
boys who like them. Biting is embarrassing
and wrong & she has no intention of doing it again
but she would if he did if he dared,
and there’s no story if there’s no hope of change.

russianred / fuckyeahgreatshit

russianred / fuckyeahgreatshit

Chapter Fifteen, of Henry Handel Richardson’s The Getting of Wisdom:

And then, too, the elder girl had said nothing about another side of the question, had not touched on the sighs and simpers, the winged glances, and drooped, provocative lids - all the thousand and one fooleries, in short, which Laura saw her and others employ. There was a regular machinery of invitation and encouragement to be set in motion: for, before it was safe to ignore a wooer and let him dangle, as Maria advised, you had first to make quite sure he wished to nibble your bait. - And it was just in this elementary science that Laura broke down.