Author: ennepolaris

jamespottes:

TIME MAGAZINE’S PERSON OF THE YEAR 2017: THE SILENCE BREAKERS

Time has announced that their choice for 2017′s Person Of The Year is The Silence Breakers – a collective term for all the people who spoke about sexual harassment this year, creating a culture that aims to encourage victims to speak up, free of shame, and hold perpetrators accountable for their actions, regardless of their power.

Better still, though the piece itself is diverse in its portrayal of victims of different gender identities, and races, and of different socio-economic statuses, the article pays ode to the gendered notion of sexual harassment – in that women are disproportionately victims of sexual harassment at the hands of men – by being conceived, reported, and written entirely by women. From fact-checking, to video-editing, to designing the layout and photo spread, everything about this article was created by women.

madxstitcher:

my-wanton-self:

aveanexalea:

I know many of you out there are feeling a bit down. Have a crow to Wouldn’t it be Nice by the Beach Boys to lift your mood.

And you just know that right around the corner that crow got into his faded orange VW Kombi van with the surfboards strapped on top and hit the beach.

This crow is 100% fucking around for no reason other than to fuck around. Birds have two main gaits depending on where they live – they put one foot in front of the other if they live on the ground, or they hop if they live in the trees. Crows live on the ground, and thus walk. They have no reason to hop like this, and they aren’t wired or built to move like this naturally. They might hop to quickly avoid danger that’s very limited, like a car tire coming at them, or to get up onto the curb, but this sort of motion has no purpose other than being fun.

mercurien:

anyway remember how act 1 of hamlet is set “in that season wherein our saviour’s birth is celebrated”? we have textual proof that the first act takes place around christmas time and still no modern-day production will give me the meeting of the danish court reimagined as an awkward family christmas dinner. imagine claudius making his speech while carving a turkey and wearing an embarrassing paper crown. imagine hamlet glaring at everyone from across a plate of sprouts. imagine hamlet doing o that this too too solid flesh would melt (yeah hamlet i know that post-christmas lunch feel) in a black snowman jumper. in scene 4 when hamlet’s saying the king keeps wassail and the swaggering upspring reels claudius is dad-dancing to shakin’ stevens in the background.