text post from 3 days ago

no Male Author Moment has ever made me cringe quite as viscerally as the ending of Grapes of Wrath and that was a full decade before I found out about this

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Sanora Babb’s own novel, Whose Names Are Unknown, was buried by the publisher after Grapes was published. It was eventually released in 2004, a year before her death.

You can buy the book from BetterWorldBooks (with free shipping) here.

this is one of the best books i have ever read. so fucking inspiring. cannot recommend it strongly enough. trust me. this book is so fucking relevant. god. please read this book

yet another case of men shamelessly stealing women’s work


text post from 4 days ago

No, you aren't "behind in life".

But, it's okay to grieve the time you spent surviving. The time spent trying to figure out what was wrong. The time spent healing to become a person again.

It wasn't your fault.


text post from 4 days ago

the cottagecore freak out was so damn funny, because there is absolutely nothing weird or even notable about people wanting a break from intense urban living and wishing they could live out in the countryside and have less stress, it is really fucking weird to project bullshit politics onto that and think you need to write articles about it


text post from 4 days ago

i hate you shein. i hate you wish. i hate you temu. i hate you aliexpress. i hate you fast fashion. i hate you consumerism. i hate you planned obsolescence. i hate you plastics.


text post from 1 week ago

every time a man says “prostitution is just like any other job, ladies!” ask him if he’d prefer to get fucked in the ass by multiple strangers every day instead of standing at a cash register

I went to an anti prostitution talk by Julie Bindel and some smart ass in the audience was like “well I don’t want to work at McDonalds but I have to, a job is a job” and she said “okay would you rather work there or be fucked in the ass every day?” and he stuttered and delayed and tried to excuse himself but in the end had to admit he would rather work at McDonalds and she was like “see you do know there’s a difference, it just suits you to pretend there isn’t”

I love Julie Bindel

It just suits you to pretend there isn’t