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The troubles of growing orchids.
I fall into the wardrobe sometimes; I come out looking more [fab-yuh-luhs] than most people.
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TV Trope: Cool Teacher
Jeff: I will get a small, black coffee.Professor Whitman: Boo! An ordinary coffee for an ordinary life.Jeff: Gooood morning, Professor Whitman!Professor Whitman: Sorry, Mr Winger. [He snaps Jeff’s novelty braces] These won’t cut it.Jeff: Shazbot!Professor Whitman: I shall have [he dramatically rips up the menu]… a birthday cake!
(1.03 Introduction To Film)](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh88xdKRhc1qghx0zo1_250.jpg)
TV Trope: Cool Teacher
Jeff: I will get a small, black coffee.
Professor Whitman: Boo! An ordinary coffee for an ordinary life.
Jeff: Gooood morning, Professor Whitman!
Professor Whitman: Sorry, Mr Winger. [He snaps Jeff’s novelty braces] These won’t cut it.
Jeff: Shazbot!
Professor Whitman: I shall have [he dramatically rips up the menu]… a birthday cake!(1.03 Introduction To Film)
Beth Ditto: “I Feel Sorry for People Who’ve Had Skinny Privilege and Then Have It Taken Away from Them”
It should come as no surprise that Gossip front woman Beth Ditto had a lot to say in her recent interview with The Advocate. A new book to promote — her memoir Coal to Diamonds is now on sale — is reason enough for any celebrity to give revealing interviews, but let’s give Ditto a little more credit. As one of the fiercest and most fearless women in rock and roll, she’s always been candid and proud of who she’s become — the interview and memoir just give us a little bit better of an idea of how she got there. While musically, Ditto is a daughter of the Riot Grrrl punk movement, her actual childhood fraught with sexual abuse (committed by her uncle) and poverty (her gold record currently hangs in her mother’s double-wide trailer).
No, you’re not mistaken - I have indeed made a Monty Python Ministry of Silly Walks clock! I was inspired by this wristwatch, but that was a bit too expensive for me to buy and too difficult for me to make myself.
So instead I made this on a 20x20 cm canvas, onto which I decoupaged the clock’s face (the numbers and John Cleese’s upper body :P). For the clock’s hands I cut out suitable legs from this image and did a bit of photoshopping to improve the image quality. I then used a harder kind of plastic folder, onto which I decoupaged and afterwards cut out the legs. These I glued onto regular clock hands which I had bought (and later cut off so only the attachment at the top remained for adding the legs to the clockwork). I made a hole in the middle of the canvas, put in a clockwork, attached the hands — aaand done!
Things I bought:
Canvas
Clockwork and hands
Decoupage glue and brush (and any other stuff needed for decoupage)Things I printed:
Clock face with numbers and upper body
Legs for clock handsOther things I ended up needing:
Plastic folder
Black marker (for hiding white edges)
Awl
Razor blade
Wire cutters
Small brush for touch-ups
WARNING: Picture might be considered obscene because subject is not thin. And we all know that only skinny people can show their stomachs and celebrate themselves. Well I’m not going to stand for that. This is my body. Not yours. MINE. Meaning the choices I make about it, are none of your fucking business. Meaning my size, IS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS.
If my big belly and fat arms and stretch marks and thick thighs offend you, then that’s okay. I’m not going to hide my body and my being to benefit your delicate sensitivities.
This picture is for the strange man at my nanny’s church who told me my belly was too big when I was five.
This picture is for my horseback riding trainer telling me I was too fat when I was nine.
This picture is for the girl from summer camp who told me I’d be really pretty if I just lost a few pounds
This picture is for all the fucking stupid advertising agents who are selling us cream to get rid of our stretch marks, a perfectly normal thing most people have (I got mine during puberty)
This picture is for the boy at the party who told me I looked like a beached whale.
This picture is for Emily from middle school, who bullied me incessantly, made mocking videos about me, sent me nasty emails, and called me “lard”. She made me feel like I didn’t deserve to exist. Just because I happened to be bigger than her. I was 12. And she continued to bully me via social media into high school.
MOST OF ALL, this picture is for me. For the girl who hated her body so much she took extreme measures to try to change it. Who cried for hours over the fact she would never be thin. Who was teased and tormented and hurt just for being who she was.
I’m so over that.
THIS IS MY BODY, DEAL WITH IT.
and FUCK YOU ALL who tried to degrade my being and sense of self with your hurtful comments and actions.
GUESS WHAT IT DIDN’T WORK HAHAHAHAH
xoxoxoxoxoox
When we talk about androgynous fashion, we usually mean female-presenting people in outfits that incorporate or echo menswear. One seldom sees male-presenting people doing the same with womenswear, at least in the mainstream.
I think some of that must be a side effect of the privileging of traits, roles, and characteristics associated with masculinity over those associated with femininity—a woman in masculine-associated roles or clothing is moving in the direction of higher status and increased social privilege, at least implicitly; a man in feminine-associated roles or clothing, lower. We associate women in menswear with freedom and assertion; men in womenswear with deviation, grotesquerie, and parody.
How fucked up is that?
(Source: boysofmontreal, via beardedmeninknittedthings)
How underwear should be advertised.
(Take note, you racist, sexist fucks.)
The bottom left image gave me a real mindfuck, because he is in such a stereotypically female pose that my norm-following mind was severely confused. Hate that part of my brain. Love that picture.
(Source: musclenheels)
(Source: ontifoten, via alienlovesong)
<3
(Taken with picplz.)
