humansofnewyork:

“I was the youngest in the family. I went to Israel first, and the rest of the family was supposed to join me. Nobody made it. We sent letters to each other for the first few years. The last letter I got from Poland came in 1941. It was from my mother. It asked me to send food. Then the letters stopped. I knew that the Germans had occupied Poland, and I heard rumors about the things that were happening. I never learned the specifics of what happened to my family. I never wanted to.”
(Jerusalem)

humansofnewyork:

“I was the youngest in the family. I went to Israel first, and the rest of the family was supposed to join me. Nobody made it. We sent letters to each other for the first few years. The last letter I got from Poland came in 1941. It was from my mother. It asked me to send food. Then the letters stopped. I knew that the Germans had occupied Poland, and I heard rumors about the things that were happening. I never learned the specifics of what happened to my family. I never wanted to.”

(Jerusalem)

So things go.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Dearly Beloved  (via awelltraveledwoman)

jadorelemonde:

jadorelemonde:

hi friends i started a blog (that is from my political blog) called femmefriday (femmefriday.tumblr.com) you guys should follow it but i haven’t really posted but i am going to try to update it once a week and it will be feminist comics yeah

please?

hopefully it won’t suck 

(Also it’ll probably update on saturdays but I like the alliteration so)

rubyetc:

Oh I don’t know..weird day

rubyetc:

Oh I don’t know..weird day

Teachers are often unaware of the gender distribution of talk in their classrooms. They usually consider that they give equal amounts of attention to girls and boys, and it is only when they make a tape recording that they realize that boys are dominating the interactions. Dale Spender, an Australian feminist who has been a strong advocate of female rights in this area, noted that teachers who tried to restore the balance by deliberately ‘favouring’ the girls were astounded to find that despite their efforts they continued to devote more time to the boys in their classrooms. Another study reported that a male science teacher who managed to create an atmosphere in which girls and boys contributed more equally to discussion felt that he was devoting 90 per cent of his attention to the girls. And so did his male pupils. They complained vociferously that the girls were getting too much talking time.

In other public contexts, too, such as seminars and debates, when women and men are deliberately given an equal amount of the highly valued talking time, there is often a perception that they are getting more than their fair share. Dale Spender explains this as follows:

“The talkativeness of women has been gauged in comparison not with men but with silence. Women have not been judged on the grounds of whether they talk more than men, but of whether they talk more than silent women.”

In other words, if women talk at all, this may be perceived as ‘too much’ by men who expect them to provide a silent, decorative background in many social contexts.

PBS: Language as Prejudice - Myth #6: Women Talk Too Much (via misandry-mermaid)

fionagoodess:

when people ask you how school is:

image

Procrastinating on drawings that I did poorly that I need to redo probably tomorrow
So I will die tomorrow night that’s good
But I don’t want to do it today

So taking a day for me

necroshelley:

I love how the whole “babies from bone marrow” thing is making people go “this makes men unnecessary” and men are getting so upset

it’s really fucking annoying to be deemed unnecessary and reduced to something like whether or not you can procreate

isn’t it

mymodernmet:

French photographer Florian Beaudenon's series Instant Life offers a voyeuristic peek into the homes and lives of different men, women, and families, inviting viewers to inspect their belongings and behaviors from a bird’s-eye view.

jadorelemonde:

hi friends i started a blog (that is from my political blog) called femmefriday (femmefriday.tumblr.com) you guys should follow it but i haven’t really posted but i am going to try to update it once a week and it will be feminist comics yeah

please?

hopefully it won’t suck 

(Also it’ll probably update on saturdays but I like the alliteration so)

songbirdsweresinging:

"I’m so happy I live in a world where there here are Octobers." —L. M. Montgomery #coffee #goodmorning #happyoctober #knitting #scarf #fingerknitting #getcrafty #handmade #abeautifulmess #vsco #vscocam

songbirdsweresinging:

"I’m so happy I live in a world where there here are Octobers." —L. M. Montgomery #coffee #goodmorning #happyoctober #knitting #scarf #fingerknitting #getcrafty #handmade #abeautifulmess #vsco #vscocam

let-it-be-extraordinary:

Art Assignment #10

Make a rug

My grandmother was a hoarder. But mum threw out most of the old fabric. So I used her wool to make a blanket instead.

I was thinking about the concept of randomness. How all natural things came into being unpredictably and without intension. Yet human observation has found a way to categorise and sort the randomness into patterns. We knot things together as though they used the same stitch when made, the same finger knitting technique for the same arbitrary shape. And if I had picked the wool out of the bag in a truly random way it would have looked - to us - like a design, like a predetermined order. And I wanted to avoid that.

So this blanket is formed out of intensional disorder. The strict regime I set myself had one rule: no repetition.

Despite this rule, it’s the same knot over and over again in a (mostly) uniform circle, spiralling outwards. I still carefully selected only acrylic wool. And when I take it out of the house, I am repeatedly asked the same question: “How long did it take?” and I repeatedly answer the same way: “An inadvisable amount of time, but not as long as you’d think.”

I feel like Schoenberg. His attempt to reinvent music through 12-tone melodies had the same strict ruling: no repetition. Yet if he wanted his music to resonate with audiences he still had to be confined by the standard metre, the standard note values and the standard instrumentation. The same sentimentally meaningless shapes, imbued with the creator’s own sentimental meaning.

Most of the wool was found around my house, some of it found in opportunity shops for 60c a ball and some of it was graciously given to me by friends. The white circle used to be an itchy cardigan that belonged to my mum. And the multicoloured pink wool was left over from a hat my Nana made for me.

Q: “How big are you gonna make it?”

A: “How long is a piece of string?” 

hi friends i started a blog (that is from my political blog) called femmefriday (femmefriday.tumblr.com) you guys should follow it but i haven’t really posted but i am going to try to update it once a week and it will be feminist comics yeah

please?

hopefully it won’t suck