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That’s like saying that a white presenting octaroon that’s been passing has had the lived experience of a black person, tho. And I say this as the mother of a pale biracial child. It’s not the same. It is an authentic experience of a masked black person that the world treats as white. Just as Caitlyn enjoyed the

Confession : Each night after my kids go to sleep, I go outside and smoke one cigarette. Don’t judge me.

I smoked probably a whole pack of cigarettes through my second pregnancy. I would get in the car and park behind a strip mall and sneak one every now and again. And you can call me trash if you want, but that was the only time I wasn’t being bullied and abused. I was 20, married to a monster, a baby under one and

36 and also smoking right now.

I always thought I would quit smoking by the time I was 30 but now I’m 28 and that magical transition to adulthood and maturity and reponsibility still hasn’t happened to me and I’m rationalizing my ass off. ‘Well, shit, maybe I’ll have died of lung cancer by 30 and I won’t have to worry about quitting.’

I party so infrequently that I smoke when I do, and I have no guilt about it. I’ve had four (or five, I was drunk so I forget) cigs in the last six months, and they were wonderful. I can have just one or two and walk away though

This video was just a hot mess of look who I know! “My gahruls!” Not haters like Tina Fey and Amy. Women who don’t support me don’t get invited to my videos!

If an expensive music video made by a millennial centimillionaire to whine about another millennial millionaire poaching her employees is a manifesto of any kind, I’m pretty sure I don’t want to read it.

“The different Me’s represent my Chakras. Yellow is Self-confidence, Blue is my voice (song), Red is my survival instinct, and the Black is a combination of everything (the true me).”

I hadn’t realized this has changed for me too within the last 5ish years. I’ve always been conscious of the difficulties, like looking out for men who might hurt me. But it’s only since I’ve learned how unfair it is that so much of it is gender based that it really feels like a burden. I wouldn't go back to the

Ignorance is bliss. I barely remember what it felt like as well, but I know that even if I was “happier” back then, I was really fucking ignorant. I’ll take anger and seeing the world as it really is over fickle happiness and rose-tinted glasses any day.

Every day it’s some new bullshit. I don’t even remember what it feels like anymore to not have low-level constant rage running in the background.

So, I have a 3-y-o and a 6-mo-old, and just 2 weeks ago, I realized that it’s been about 4.5 years since I walked. I don’t mean going for walks, I mean, the situation of being able to have a gait, stride, even a style of walking or posture for more than 2 steps at a time. I’ve always been either pregnant and/or laden

All of our assistants are women. The chairman (maybe the old chairman) wants all phones answered by a person, not a machine so, if you call and get a voicemail you can hit 0 and “bounce out.” Everyone is supposed to answer the bounce out, but assistants tend to be johnny-on-the-spot with it, because they answer 2 or

I worked in a predominately male law office for a time. Of the few newbies there (recent grads), I was the only female. And I was the only one of that group asked to do things like coffee, cake, etc.

I work in an Engineering department where there are few women. I often feel out of place because some of the other women do things like bring in baking, clean up after special lunches while the men walk right out the door, arrange events, offer to take notes in meetings etc. Inside I am screaming “YOU’RE MAKING IT

The subtle shit that happens to me is stuff like being asked to cut and serve cake during group parties or being asked to help set up or clean up events.

He was the best and was mercilessly taunted by the press/everyone :(

I am the BIGGEST MJ fan there is. I saw him live in concert when I was twelve and NOTHING WAS EVER THE SAME AGAIN. Don't know why I just shared that, but I had to.

It's an existential shout of the joy of life mixed with the knowledge of its misery.