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Cannot FUCKING stand when my loose leaf tea says to add tea in tablespoons instead of teaspoons. I'm sorry, bitch. Am I making tea or am I making a table. Let me double fucking check.

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Is anyone else ever genuinely shocked when you find out you have an impact on someone’s life? A coworker can be like “I’ve missed seeing you” and I’m just like “???? you?? missed me????? My presence has an effect on your daily experience???? I affect things??? W h a t ? ? ?”

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Oh my gosh this reminds me of the time my grandpa went to England and asked for a coke float at a restaurant and they (the servers and manager) didn't understand what he wanted. So he ordered vanilla ice cream and coke and they were like okay but this is your fault if it all goes wrong... so he just put the ice cream in the coke (with them watching a little ways away) and it foamed a little and he drank it and they kind of breathed a sigh of relief that it didn't explode or something. I wonder if they ever tried it.

one thing about americans is that they know how to make a fucking milkshake

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the range of “verified disability fakers” include: people who talk about their disability too much, people who never talk about their disability, people who joke about their disability, people who complain about their disability too frequently, people who have tried every possible cure, and people who take risks that might make their disability worse

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everything that soft mras are telling women to do to “deradicalize” men can be done more effectively and safely by male allies.

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You get it. It's crazy to me how so many people watched the same movie and think it was boring or pointless.

I'm from watching Woman of the Hour and it brings to light the devastating reality that, for many women, a sense of physical and emotional safety is often out of reach, especially in their encounters with men. It's heart-wrenching that women constantly have to worry about their safety in the most ordinary situations, hoping that an interaction with a man won’t end with them getting hurt, manipulated, or even killed. Watching this film, you're faced with a blunt, uncomfortable truth: that women often navigate life with a lingering sense of dread, a hope that every man they meet will turn out to be "safe," but always carrying the terrible weight of possibility that he won’t be. It reveals how, in these situations, women are forced to read every shift in body language, every change in tone, every uncomfortable glance, constantly calculating how to respond so they can make it home alive. The awareness of an energy shift, of a moment when a man’s demeanor turns from kind to cold, or when a friendly conversation starts feeling forced and tense, is a brutal reality. Women feel that change instinctively, and the unease can quickly transform from discomfort into fear, knowing that the wrong word, the wrong look, or the wrong reaction could set off a chain of events that end in violence. It's a tragic and exhausting experience, one that's deeply ingrained in the female experience.The fact that women feel pressure to "entertain" men, to always appear sweet, polite, or funny, is itself exhausting, often feeling more like survival than simple social interaction. It's heartbreaking that so many women find themselves in situations where they have to be agreeable, even when it’s uncomfortable, because showing irritation or anger could be dangerous. They might go as far as to sleep with someone simply because he’s "nice," or out of pity, feeling they owe it to him to avoid confrontation, and because they have been conditioned to see politeness as a form of safety.

The concept of the "friend zone" has often been wielded as a tool of emotional pressure, shaping a narrative where men feel entitled to romantic or sexual interest from women simply because they’ve been "nice" or "supportive." It’s as if the term was created to frame kindness and friendship as some kind of down payment on a relationship. For some men, the "friend zone" suggests that a woman’s friendship alone isn't enough and that, if she doesn’t eventually “pay back” his kindness with romance or intimacy, she’s somehow wronging him. This idea implies a transactional approach to relationships, where the efforts made to be close to a woman such as acts of kindness, companionship, or attention,..are seen as investments that ought to yield a "reward."

The "friend zone" narrative creates a damaging mindset, one that can foster resentment and blame against women for setting boundaries or valuing a man’s friendship without romantic interest. It suggests that by not reciprocating feelings, women are “leading men on” or being ungrateful, when in reality, they’re simply respecting their own feelings and agency. The pressure this creates is unfair, reducing a woman’s worth to her willingness to return affection, regardless of her own emotions, and dismissing the validity of any friendship that isn’t rooted in romance or sexual attraction.

This concept reinforces the notion that women "owe" men something for being present in their lives, which can be deeply manipulative and guilt-inducing. It suggests that if a woman is not romantically interested, she’s rejecting more than just romantic involvement, she’s failing in her role as a friend. The expectation underlying the "friend zone" myth pressures women to question their boundaries and can lead them to feel guilty or even question their own self-worth. It’s a framework that shifts blame onto women for simply following their feelings, which in reality, should be met with respect and understanding, rather than frustration or entitlement. The "friend zone" is ultimately a term that devalues genuine friendship and imposes unfair expectations on women, making it all the more crucial to challenge and dismantle this narrative.

Watching this movie, you get to see a woman facing a life-threatening situation with Rodney Alcala(he's serial killer btw) She could sense the threat looming over her, yet she managed to escape by performing a heartbreaking act of self-preservation. ( I literally cried in this scene..the way she told him "it's okay baby. We are okay" after finding herself SA'd and bleeding and having wounds all over..)By being "sweet," keeping things calm, and even comforting him, she put his emotions first, all while fearing for her life, just to buy herself a chance to survive. That desperation, that terrifying choice to soothe someone even after they’ve committed unimaginable violence, is a survival tactic no one should ever have to use.

The film underscores just how exhausting and painful it is to carry this kind of fear, knowing that a man could become violent at any moment. To be forced into adopting a "safe" demeanor when threatened—acting as if everything is fine to keep the peace—becomes a tragic survival mechanism. It’s heartbreaking that many women have to live like this, balancing on a razor’s edge, feeling like their words and actions are constantly under scrutiny, needing to be careful, needing to be "nice." And it brings a painful realization to the surface: being a woman often means carrying an internalized set of survival strategies simply to coexist in a world that doesn’t always value or protect women’s safety and autonomy.

Watching this movie ,you see the courage and resilience women have to summon just to navigate their lives, but it’s a courage born of necessity, of the hard reality that, for many women, safety is never guaranteed. It’s a haunting, deeply tragic insight into how hard and, at times, terrifying it can be to simply exist as a woman. Anna Kendrick really played her role well, all women did. Then the producers and directors did well by not going so deep into the graphics. I would never get why some feel the need to display these act of violents like SA or torture. It's so unnecessary to show the viewers such. Sometimes I feel I'm losing my mind and my heart is breaking and I just wanna let out a blood curdling scream every single time I think about what happens to women. The injustice.

It’s devastating to witness how the justice system and law enforcement have, time and again, failed women by not addressing violence and abuse against them with the urgency and seriousness they deserve. For countless women, reporting incidents of rape, domestic violence, or even feeling unsafe doesn’t lead to protection or justice but often to dismissive attitudes, skepticism, and even blame. Far too often, women are questioned, doubted, or shamed for coming forward, as if they’re responsible for the crimes committed against them. This dismissive culture within law enforcement can make women feel as though their pain, fear, and trauma are trivial, as if their safety simply doesn’t matter as much. It’s heartbreaking and infuriating that cases of assault and abuse are frequently minimized or dismissed, leaving many women unprotected and without a path toward healing or justice.

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So, Woman of the Hour. What a film. It is rare that I come across a movie that means so much to me. This movie is the female experience. Unfortunately, I do not think many men will understand the movie at all.

Spoilers ahead! (and trigger warnings)

My review is probably very controversial when it really shouldn't be.

I know it's not entirely factual, if you want factual, watch something else. Woman of the Hour takes the story and uses it to tell a different story. One of women and the way we are treated. And no, I don't think it's a criticism on old-Hollywood, I think it's a criticism on then and now and everything in between. Because I watched this movie and I felt seen as a woman in 2024. I have never experienced old-Hollywood. I have experienced this movie.

People (mostly men) are constantly touching the women in this movie and invading their space, whether it be physical closeness or lingering in their homes. The women are discouraged from being themselves, taking up space, having opinions, etc. And they are always being violated in these little ways that add up to a lifetime of discomfort. And that's the truth of the female experience is that we rarely get to be comfortable.

The question, "what are women for?" really made me think because I don't know how I'd answer it. I don't think women are "for" anything. We are just people who determine the purpose for our existence like anyone else. But I think it was an excellent question to ask men in a movie about women. And I think realistically, a lot of men would have a hard time answering this in a way that isn't horrible. A lot of men do think that women are "for" something, probably "for" them, and it shows.

The question, "will he hurt me?" is VERY important and is a question every woman asks herself constantly. Charlie the stewardess doesn't know but needs help and ends up being hurt by him. She probably thought that at worst he would grope her, not kill her. Women are responsible for their own safety and are always to blame when someone chooses to hurt them. She shouldn't have worn that. She shouldn't have gone there. She should have known. Even though he chose to hurt her. It's her fault.

The scene where Amy wakes up from being brutally raped and must ask the man who hurt her if he is okay? I felt that so deeply. I know what it is like to be the victim and have to comfort the perpetrator. To know that I will not survive if I do not protect a man from his own actions. I knew what Amy would say because I have said it. Because it is the only thing she could say. Women are strong and smart and they need to be. Just in a way that isn't obvious. We have to be strong enough to hold the feelings of our abusers, reassure and comfort them, convince them that we believe it was our fault, that we don't think less of them. We have to be very smart to navigate the fragile ego in very dangerous moments, when the wrong move with a volatile man could be the end.

The violence of this story was very respectful to the victims. I really appreciated a true crime story that didn't play for entertainment because true crime is not entertaining. True crime is educational to a woman, I have learned what not to do in many situations, but mostly I have learned that there isn't much I *can* do when it really comes down to it. If someone wants to hurt me, they will find a way. And I will lock my doors and yell fire and use the buddy system, but it won't matter because I am not safe and I never was. But it will be my fault.

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Yes to walkable communities and yes to housing those without! The best part about college was being in a walkable community.

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My halloween costume! I love these credits so much

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I'm not over it. In fact, I'm dressing as Gojo today!

HAPPY OCTOBER 31ST THE ONLY DAY U CAN REBLOG THIS

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"love is what makes us human" actually it's 'select all images with boat' but go off I guess

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VERY relateable

My feelings and thoughts that happen as someone whose Asexual:

•Having a libido without sexual or physical attraction towards others.

•Distracted during sex.

•Feeling repulsed some days but sex positive other days.

•Feeling a disconnection between myself and other people.

•Assuming everyone prefers a person’s personality and romance while forgetting I’m ace. THEN being confused when people don't.

•Not understanding one night stands at all.

•Not caring about how someone dresses or how they look.

•Discomfort with sexual innuendos some days but other days making the jokes myself.

•A constant back and forth battle of conflicting and contradictory thoughts and emotions.

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Who the fuck is that thing tolling for

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No you're right and you should say it.

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I got back from the grocery store absolutely exhausted and was like why am I so tired? I didn't do anything all day. I shouldn't be tired just from that. But then I remembered I'm *actually* disabled and the grocery store requires 82 spoons and I'm on a daily allowance of like 13.

being disabled will really have you thinking/saying things like “yeah i’m not really THAT disabled. as long as i take my meds twice a day (and as needed), eat and drink exactly the right things, keep the perfect balance of being active and resting, the weather is stable, and nothing unexpected happens AT ALL… i’m totally FINE! i probably should not even call myself disabled at this point because i’m doing so well!”

if you don’t want to call yourself disabled, that’s fine and it is your choice! but if you’re only “fine” or “doing really well” when a bunch of different variables are all lined up perfectly, then maybe you are not fine actually. just a thought!

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This won’t make your blog look ugly. How could you not reblog this? REBLOGGING THIS COULD SAVE A LIFE!!!