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milmartin:

Leaving the house 
I had a boyfriend not so long ago who, whenever we got into an argument, would accuse me of “going soap opera.” “Here comes Telemundo!” he would shout. His (clearly gendered and vaguely racist) insult was supposed to make me feel like my anger wasn’t valid—that it was frivolous and silly, that I was being overly dramatic. This was his not-so-subtle way of trying to shut me up—by accusing me of being emotional. (Unlike men, whose anger is always logical, of course.) Unfortunately, calling me out like this often worked. It felt immobilizing to be called dramatic. Even if you know you’re being reasonable, we’ve internalized sexism so much, sometimes we even begin to doubt ourselves.

from Jessica Valenti’s He’s a Stud, She’s a Slut and 49 Other Double Standards Every Woman Should Know.

I wish I had read this a couple years back because this was my life.

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wreckeds0ul:

following back all blogs until I find my tumblr girlfriend xo
oreodox:

 
the60sbazaar:

John Lennon photographed by Duffy

arch-and-shit:

Photographer highlight: Carl Vanassche (5/25)
anotic:

Rettenbachfermer, Austria  |  Roman Pfeiffer
sickpage:

Andrew B. Myers
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