Posts tagged: women
i want to force like 75% of male nerddom to watch this conversation
This is why you cant trust women, even when theyre mouth is closed theyre still lying to you
you do realize that this is really hurtful right?
i did not do this to show how i am ‘lying’ to men or anyone, it’s not about how you, as a man, should feel about it - it’s about myself.
to me your statement sounds as if the left side of this picture is something awful or horrible. and no, it’s not. it is my face - with and without makeup. and whether i chose to wear it or not is MY AND JUST MY decision. and when i do, i do it for myself - so that i feel good about myself - not for you.
all my hair problems in 1 graphic.
African American flappers and Jazz Age women
This is hard for me to post but I feel like it is important.
I remember hating my face and hating my skin and looking at all the girls around me in middle school and on TV and in ads and feeling like I was a monstrosity in comparison. But I remember the first time I realized women plucked their eyebrows. And wore concealer. And foundation. And powder. I felt like I had been lied to about what women look like. After modeling and realizing when photographers asked for no makeup, they really meant the photo on the right. I started realizing that the photo on the right was what was in skincare ads and posted by people claiming in the caption to be wearing no makeup some of the time. The photo on the right is the bare minimum of what we expect women to look like when they wake up in the morning.
Thought this would be of interest to some people, especially since the topic of how women’s faces in video games, comics, etc being depicted as smooth with no lines (even for facial expressions) has come up before. Also, how often women will be drawn with default eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipstick, etc even if there should be no reason for them to wear it because they have been living in the wild, or they’re warrior women who have expressed no interest in it, or etc…
It’s part of how society constructs how women look like in people’s minds; that what we put on to ‘enhance’ appearance end up being part of the default way women are expected to look. Even if the characters are supposed to be “plain” or “practical” in context, they’ll still be drawn as if they’re wearing some base amount of make up, because that’s how we’re conditioned to see women in our imaginations. And stuff like airbrushing, photoshop, and what’s described in the above article also is part of this, and can skew how we perceive the ‘normal’ or ‘average’ can look like.
Xlizardx sent in this super cool submission. Here’s what she said:
"SAME GIRL, SAME DAY, *FIVE* DIFFERENT SIZES
I made this today to illustrate how inconsistent sizing in women’s clothing really is. Each of these skirts is a different size - and each fits me perfectly. So what size am I really?
Certainly not Oasis, Topshop, H&M, or Warehouse, clearly.”
Same thing happens to me and jeans. Depending on the brand, I’ve gone from a US 7 to a 13 in juniors sizes.
I still don’t understand why women’s clothes haven’t switched to the men’s system and just use inches/mm instead of some arbitrary number system. It would actually make sense!
Here’s the thing about that, and I was thinking about this just the other day. I have a lot of pants and skirts that are sized by waist inches. But a lot of women’s pants sit way below the waist. On me, my actual waist is five inches above the top of my pants. So I bought a bunch of size 28 pants without trying them on, stupidly thinking they would fit me because they were sized in inches, and ended up with a lot of pants I couldn’t fit into.
And then there’s the fact that my waist to hip to butt ratio is drastically different from any other woman’s. Someone with my same size in one dimension might be way bigger or smaller in another. Bodies have so many variables!
A titanium escape ring with a handcuff shim and a saw blade hidden inside, the shim can open single lock handcuffs and the saw blade can cut through zipcuffs, duct tape, and other types of restraints. buy one here
I WANT THIS GIVE ME THIS
More armor for women, that would actually work. Not my original photos.
[I think the top left requires some sort of leather paneling under the chest.]
Remember that intimate conversation you had with your son? The one where you said, “I love you and I need you to know that no matter how a woman dresses or acts, it is not an invitation to cat call, taunt, harass or assault her”?
Or when you told your son, “A woman’s virginity isn’t a prize and sleeping with a woman doesn’t earn you a point”?
How about the heart-to-heart where you lovingly conferred the legal knowledge that “a woman doesn’t have to be fighting you and you don’t have to be pinning her down for it to be RAPE. Intoxication means she can’t legally consent, NOT that she’s an easy score.”
Or maybe you recall sharing my personal favorite, “Your sexual experiences don’t dictate your worth just like a woman’s sexual experiences don’t dictate hers.”
Last but not least, do you remember calling your son out when you discovered he was using the word “slut” liberally? Or when you overheard him talking about some girl from school as if she were more of a conquest than a person?
I want you to consider these conversations and then ask yourself why you don’t remember them. The likely reason is because you didn’t have them. In fact, most parents haven’t had them.
My son is five. I already planned to have these conversations with him, but it’s helpful to have someone remind me how important this conversation will be.
And please don’t wait until he’s old enough for it to be an explicitly sex-based conversation. Boundaries don’t suddenly leap into existence at puberty. There are ways to talk about consent and respect that even toddlers can understand. My son is three, and we have LOTS of conversations with him about how he doesn’t get to touch ANYBODY’S body (or their clothes, or their toys) without their permission. That he needs to keep his mean words to himself. That it’s important to take care of other people.
For example. He loves being tickled, until he doesn’t anymore. So we have a great giggly tickly time until he says something like “no more,” at which point I take my hands away. (This doesn’t have to mean fun time is over — we can then lie there and giggle in an out-of-breath way at each other for a few minutes, and then sometimes we’re all done but sometimes he then says “more tickles!” See how far this analogy can take you?)
And then later on when he forgets to respect someone else’s boundaries (because let’s face it, he’s THREE), I can tell him “you know how I stop tickling you when you tell me ‘enough’? You also have to stop when someone tells you it’s not fun anymore.”