1. "

    A 14 year-old boy was recently raped at knife-point by a 20 year-old woman. When the story broke, it was primarily men who claimed he should have enjoyed it. It was feminists who validated his pain and spoke in support of him.

    This is why we need feminism.

    "
    — 

    (via charlesneedsfeminism)

    "but men get raped too-"

    AND LOOK HOW YOU HANDLED THAT

    (via booooost)

    (via cymx)

     

  2. eeek

    just realized wednesday is the first day med schools can extend acceptances.

    may the neurotic email checking commence!

     
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  4. "I hate people generally, but I like people individually."
    — introverts  (via lonachu)

    (Source: janesblueheaven, via marcphun)

     

  5. I probably got all of 2 hours of sleep last night because having a uterus is the worst.  Woke up late, so I decided to take a back road I thought would have less traffic.  

    It ended up having the same amount of traffic (making it impossible to really speed).  And I managed to get pulled over by a cop going 2 miles over the speed limit.  I was fine with that.  Getting a ticket isn’t a big deal, and certainly getting pulled over for the first time for something as small as being a few miles over the speed limit, isn’t bad in the grand scheme of things.

    But of course the cop was an older white man, who obviously assumed I didn’t really understand English, talked REALLY slowly to me, handed me pamphlets about what “tickets” are, and took FORTY FIVE minutes to look up my license and issue a ticket.  During that time, he also had to call for backup because he needed help looking up my license in the system.  Oh. and on top of that, he had accused me of refusing to pull over?  When he was 5 cars back in a single lane road, so it took a few cars to pull over before I noticed he was there?  (Which shows that there was quite a bit of traffic..)

    I know it isn’t bad in the grand scheme of things.  And I count myself lucky for my first time being pulled over and getting a speeding ticket to be something as silly as this.  But my uterus currently hates me, my hormones are probably all out of wack, and I had a “let me puke everything I’ve eaten in the past week” sort of migraine after work today.

    So I’ll just be wallowing in my self-pity for the rest of tonight looking forward to going to DC on Thursday for less than 18 hours.  Even though I’ll be arriving at 1 AM for a 7 AM interview day… so I’ll probably just nap and get ready for my interview in the airport… but I’m so excited for the opportunity to interview at USU and I really need a change of pace, even if it is for less than a day.

    /end rant

     

  6. "So many people refuse to identify as a feminist because when they hear the word, they don’t think about the equality of the sexes. Instead, they think of a bitter, defiant, man-hater. This is sad for two reasons. For one, this isn’t an accurate depiction of what a feminist is. Second, and most importantly, in rejecting the woman who is bitter, defiant, and untrusting of men, you forget that there was a time when she was soft, blithe, and ingenuous until a man she trusted wounded her so deeply that she refuses to risk feeling that pain again. And instead of caring to ask, “Who did this to you?” you shame her lack of compassion, and in doing so, you forfeit your own."
     

  7. YEE might get to go to ORLANDO in February.

    DOES ANYONE WANT TO GO TO HP WORLD WITH ME?

     
  8. Epic Systems. Verona, WI

     

  9. My dad interviewed for a job in Korea yesterday.  It would only be for a few years, and I’m honestly really sad at the potential of them leaving.  At the same time, I’m so incredibly happy and excited that for the first time in over 30 years, they’ll be able to actually make a decision based on what is best for them and not what is best for my siblings and I.

    I’ve been waiting for this moment, and I am so, so happy that all their hardwork and sacrifice is beginning to slowly wind down.

    LOL, even though my mom recently told me she has every intention of supporting me until I’m finally completely done with school and have a “real” job.  I don’t think she understands that’ll be in another 8-10 years. 

     

  10. Who would have ever thought I could imagine myself living in Texas.