#that’s so fucking unfeminist

[thatweirdtranny]

people who shoot down any notion that men experience some shit in life really are the most bizarrely unfeminist people on the planet

[lifemod17]

MAKE SURE TO CHECK ON YOUR II GIRLIES (gn) FRIENDS TODAY!!!

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[swifty-fox]

gale in a dress?? sign me the fuck UP can i ask for spoilers omg

ogghh well basically it's inspired by that person who got mad at me for feminizing gale because it was...unfeminist of me?? idk anyways so I was, spitefully, like 'well now I'm going to forcefemme him so hard'

basic concept is that all the stalag boys kind of conspire to femme gale slowly through the stalag (wont cut his hair, keep jokingly calling him mom etc.) and it ends with Gale in a dress, bent over an office as John fucks him and the other stalag boys watch. it's a bit of mommy kink too

[newlyy]

“Topless house cleaner” is such a fucking disgusting concept and it’s also unsurprising to me that it exists. I saw a tiktok just now of a girl—she appeared to be in her 20s—saying she was a nurse and did the topless house cleaning on the side but wanted to make it her full time job and it irritated me so bad. You think this is a long term career? You think men are gonna want you to clean their homes naked when your skin isn’t 25 year old skin anymore? When your boobs sag? When you gain weight? Please. Look away, I’m gonna say something unfeminist. Women like that repulse be. I judge and I sneer.

[dragonagitator]

one of these days i gotta put together a little collection of the most excessively unhinged tags i see on Gale Dekarios posts because some of you have elevated tagging to an art form

plus it's simply good networking... all of the "i'm chewing through my restraints" "he makes me think unfeminist thoughts" "what a sad pathetic wet cat of a man i must fuck him" "i have a gale-sized hole" taggers should be following each other en masse since we're basically sisterwives at this point lol

so... who wants to start the Discord server

Edit to add: @hazellblogs might be setting up a new Gale-focused server soon. See Replies on this post for that discussion.

I also found two existing BG3 Discord servers, a general Baldur's Gate (all 3 games) one and a BG3 fanworks gift exchange one. Not Galemancing specific, but perhaps we could ask the server admins if they are willing to add individual channels for each romance? I don't really understand how Discord works so I have no idea how big of a chore that would be for them.

Edit 2: I don't know why the Discord invite hyperlinks aren't saving when I save the post. Here they are as plain text for copypasting instead:

https://discord.com/invite/Ngh72fcg

https://discord.com/invite/nRtKmKXK

[catgirl-catboy]

(this post doesn't apply to my mutuals because this is something I block super easily over, dw)

For all of the performative "I hate terfs" this website has, none of you actually know the signs of terf rhetoric, and will unironically say and do the most terfish/radfemish things I have ever seen. If you say you hate terfs and you do any of the following things, I'm gonna assume you don't know as much about terfs as you think you do.

Disclaimer: Trans people can and do parrot terf rhetoric.

"Men are trash" (and its subvarients, Straight men are trash, cis men are trash, and white men are trash)

Lesbian ships (by which they mean WLW ships) are inherently morally pure and fluffy. As a (nonbinary) lesbian, stop it. Please. WLW ships can be tragic and fucked up and gut-wrenching as any other ship.

Being overly curious about someone's AGAB when really its only relevant to their doctors and maybe long term sexual partners. The division of "AMAB trans people" and "AFAB trans people" (which completely ignores intersex issues, but thats another, longer point) isn't as big as they what you to think. Whatever genitalia I was born with changes upon what is more comedic in the moment, don't ask again.

The idea that certain traits that are perceived as masc/femme are inherent to humanity rather than cultural.

The idea that men (AMAB people is more accurate.) are always stronger than women. There are some cis women with higher testosterone levels than cis men, just due to natural human variation!!!

The idea that each LGBTQ identity has a unique and separate culture with little to no overlap. Nah, we are friends :)

Honestly, the idea that its unfeminist to point out any flaw a female character has. Female characters are flawed and thats why I simp for them. Hope this helps!

Anti-sex work. A lot of terfs are anti sex work, so its a red flag. Yes, even if its just anti those kinks.

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

have you considered some butches like being referred to with he/him pronouns? and, get this, calling their strap ons cocks because its sexy? because it's fun? can your prudish brain comprehend 2 women having sex in unfeminist ways?

Okay? Have you seen how many lesbian sex posts avoid she/her pronouns? I don't understand why I have to be subjected to so many fetish posts everytime I wanna read about women desiring each other. Maybe I am a prude. It's very disheartening to be a lesbian and see so many women refer to masculine women with he/him pronouns or they/them ones. I don't want a partner who gets off on me pretending to be a man. Why isn't my female-ness the sexiest thing to you? Furthermore, have you ever considered WHY butch lesbians avoid female terms? Have you ever considered the implications of this phenomenon and what it says about society and female terms in general? Could it be that things associated with women can make butch lesbians feel alienated from womanhood as a whole, and we should be trying to create a society where being female doesn't come with expectations on who you are as a person? Why do butches feel safer adopting male terms? Another question, anon: can you imagine how the feelings of these butches may be reinforced by seeing posts after post where their dating pool talks about wanting to be fucked by their "cocks" and calling them "he"? Have you ever thought of these questions? If not then maybe I'm not the unfeminist one here.

[smegmafactory4ever]

Tbh I'm gonna say something apolitical and completely unfeminist rn and i know no one cares about (or should care tbh) about my opinion on this subject but out of all the plastic surgeries women get boob jobs are kind of the best. By the virtue of having a lot of hooker friends I've seen so many botched plastic surgery stuff but I'd never seen a completely botched boob job! I know those happen and possible complications could be devastating and studies have been done by my favorite college teacher which proves that boob jobs don't really boost your self esteem that much on average BUUUTTTTT there's just an undinable cunty camp factor to fake titties. Unless they're botched horribly no one can tell until you're naked and by that point it's not like it's gonna put anyone off let's be real. It's also one of the few plastic surgeries that are mostly reversible. Anything done to the face, while it might on paper (and only on paper) be less likely to cause complications is also more likely to get botched and that's your actual real life face that you wear everywhere at all times....... Boobies at least you can cover up + ever boob job I've seen irl has been good (some have been a bit excessive) but almost every facial alteration I've been irl has been a mess one way or the other. I'm not telling my female followers to get a boob job. I'm just saying if you wanna fuck with your face consider if you'd fuck with your tits first. If the answer is no then you should probably leave your face alone too is all I'm saying

[lemmetreatya]

In Memory of Me — Eren x fem!reader

Thank you @flamespond for the idea. A real one tbh. Always know ur gonna match my silliness

word count: 2.7k

content: erens a cocky bastard, f! reader, reader has their ears pierced, alcohol, strong language, anal sex, doggy style, unprotected sex, cumshot, idk eren has an obsession with worm earrings (is it a kink for him? idk)

They were so fucking stupid. Like, stupid, stupid.

So stupid, that Eren finds himself with a soured expression as he looks on at you over the rim of his drink. Because honestly, who even wears something like that to the club? Frickin, worm earrings — those frilly skrunkly looking fellas with the strabismus eyes and wiggly bums.

And he thinks he hates them, which isn’t new because Eren hated a lot of things unprovoked, (Read: paper mache, manholes, Jimmy John’s, character shaped plastic weed grinders and more) but either way, he can’t get himself to hate you — which sucks — because you thought wearing worm earrings to the club was cool.

The skittish laugh you made in the bartender’s direction was no help either. He hates to admit it but you were so good looking, and Eren wishes that you weren’t.

He thinks maybe that way it’d be easier to ignore you with your funky jewellery and move on with his night, but no. No, Eren always had to find a pulling towards the weird ones.

“It’s definitely a creative choice.”

That’s what Eren starts with when he decides to indulge you.

You pause mid-conversation and turn in his direction. The music was cheap and the booze was even cheaper, but giving just about anybody your time of day was expensive.

“Sorry, you talking to me?”

An easy shrug graces Eren’s shoulders as he hops them up and down. You had a daring spunk and he likes that more about you than he hates the worm earrings.

With a coupled bite of his bottom lip and a simmering eye hold, the brunette moves closer within your proxemics.

“Well, I mean unless there’s anyone else wearing obnoxious worm earrings then…”

“Obnoxious?” You repeat.

Eren was fast to agree with your reiterated sentence but it was too late when he realises, along with your irked expression, that maybe using his internal opinions about your consciously chosen earrings for a conversation starter, was warped.

Instantly changing his countenance, Eren reels his expression into a fake pout of remorse. This one usually sealed the deal because Eren seemed to have a very ‘I want to forgive you’ face, or so he’s been told .

“I-I’m sorry. I acknowledge that was real rude of me. Forgive me, I don’t do this often.” He says with a hand over the right side of his chest.

That’s a lie; Eren does this often enough to know that a sleazy apology usually does the trick, but apparently it didn’t land too well tonight.

Your eyes analyse him top to bottom. He’s cute, hot even. That, you won’t deny, but before else you had your integrity to hold. With a curled lipped expression, you slowly turn your head away from the brunette.

“Well, when you do this often enough and figure out how to approach me properly, come again.”

Ohh, shivers.

Eren weirdly liked that. From that alone he knows he wants more and that’s not just because his dick jumped at the assertiveness.

At this point, Eren would decide that his pride and ego were too important to be bruised by a mere Club Pickup and so he’d usually throw a very unfeminist, degrading comment and go along his way. But fuck, it’s you with the stupid worm earrings and heck load of self worth — there’s something about you that makes Eren voluntarily deny himself.

“Don’t think I’m willing to wait that long.”

At his words, you direct back in Eren’s direction with a slow turn. Half of you was surprised that he was still within your vicinity but the other part was intrigued to know what was really making him stay.

“For what?” You slowly enunciate.

Eren gives you a look as if what he was saying was simple. Which it was, but there was just something about the man that made everything he said come out sounding imbecilic.

“To figure out how to approach you of course. I can’t do it with calculations or a trial and error. Look at your earrings for shit's sake, you’re unpredictable.”

The brunette wildly gestures in your vague direction. You also notice a tattoo that curiously peaks out from his neck.

Hm. Hot.

Turning towards him more, you wear an amused expression as you ask:

“And so the approach you’ve gone for now — you think that’s working for you?”

It shuts him down for a bit.

You can see the clogs working slowly behind his wide beryl eyes. Even within the darkened club scene, that feature of his was wildly prominent.

But he’s quick though. He rolled said eyes, as if to feign that the answer was obvious, but you couldn’t help but notice the elysian grin that started to sport his lips.

“Right now, we’re taking ten.” He shrugs. “I’m not tryna pick you up at the moment. Well, I am, but not in the forward, proactive way. I just… they’re so fascinating.”

“Me or the earrings?”

Eren smirks.

“The earrings.”

He knows that’s not the answer you were expecting. It was the answer you knew he was leading to but you hoped that by some warped pick up line, he’d divert his answer to you at the last second. But he didn’t.

You let out a delayed huffed at his honest answer and he knows, then, that he’s got you.

This guy was absolutely tactless. You recall that he said he was thinking of a unique way to approach you, per your unconventionality, but you didn’t think he’d be this push and pull.

Still yet, in a very weird, sadly obnoxious way, it was working. So much so that you’re not sure whether to credit him for his stupidity or ingenuity.

Lightly pressing forwards, Eren made a bold move and decided to poke your arm with his index finger.

“C’mon, I’m not being that unreasonable. They’re unusual for a club setting and you know it. I’ve only ever seen someone wear these once in my life and that was on my boy’s kid cousin’s ears because she gave into peer pressure.”

With a humorous air, you raise your eyebrow at the brunette.

“You think I gave into peer pressure to wear these?”

“Nah, I doubt it.”

Eren seemed to really be thinking hard about this. He searched his eyes over your face, irreligious as his watch lingered over your lips.

“I’d say the next best thing is a dare. Most probably a stupid harmless one between friends, but now that I’m thinking about it, you wear them with too much dignity for it to simply be bad luck.”

Cocking your head to the side, you shuffle closer towards the brunette. You offered him a mulling smile.

“Is it really too hard to believe that I wore them of my own volition?”

Eren reels his head back but he doesn’t stay further away for long. He easily nods before edging closer in your direction. He has an unsure look on his face but he decides to be honest.

“Kinda, yes.” He says with a lower voice.

You weren’t offended. No, you were beyond feeling shameful affinity for worm earrings, but you guess in order to entertain this intrigued individual, you’d pertain to his supposed interest.

“So what, you want my earrings? Tryna fuck them or use them to get off?” You quip. “You can have ‘em if you wannem so bad.”

Eren makes a weirded out expression but he doesn’t move away. Something about him made you keen in his direction. Maybe it was how comfortable he seemed.

“What? Noooo, I don’t wanna fuck your earrings, I’m tryna fuck you! Only reason I stepped up to you in the first place.” He pouts.

You raised your eyebrows at him once again but this time it was accompanied with a smirk. Once he noticed your reception, he quickly returned your expression before continuing, his fingers tinkling at your own.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re hot as fuck and I’m honestly reeling just thinking about having you underneath me. Only thing is that you just happen to be wearing the most…”

Eren quickly lets his words die at the back of his throat. If it’s one thing he’s learnt tonight, it was to not finish that sentence.

“Yeah.” He finishes.

Your turn your head so that you can side eye him. Jutting out your bottom lip, you thought for a moment.

“So you’re tryna sleep with me?” You said more to yourself than to him but the sentient was as easily reciprocated by him.

Eren flings his head back in a childish manner. Amusing, as he seems more offended at that question than he did when you offered him worm earrings coitus.

“God—I—" He clasps his hands in a fist in front of his face. "What else do you think I’m talking to you for? I’m literally just tryna give you that fuck-you-to-sleep, forget your name type dick, is that really too much to ask for?

You momentarily pause as you look upwards in faux ponder.

“Is that it?" You ask.

Eren nods.

With a neutral expression, your shoulders perk upwards.

"Oh. Then you should have just said.”

“Waaait a minute.”

The way Eren slowly squints his eyes at you makes you snort and then burst into a fit of public appropriate giggles.

He was genuinely such an interesting individual. You did wonder if he was actually this amusing or if he was simply curating his personality so that he could talk to you better. Either way you weren't too concerned; more than him, you too were just seeing this as an opportunity to get fucked silly.

Eren's eyes joyfully follow you as you continue to bend over in laughter, his own lips quirking upwards at the sides.

“It was that easy, huh?” He jokes in disbelief.

“It was that easy. Didn’t have to mention my earrings or nothing.” You quip back, the glowing embers of joy and alcohol evident in the beam on your face.

Eren cocks his head in your direction, his smile also wide. Although you never remember him being this close. He was practically a hand span away from you.

“Well, whaddya know? Looks like I’ve still got it.”

Playfully scoffing, you lightly push his stomach with the palm of your hand. You noted that it was a lot more taut with muscle than you thought it'd be.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You chide as you finally allow your eyes to wonder to the plumpness of his lips.

This was so fucking stupid. Like, stupid, stupid.

Because never in your life did you think a self conceited bastard like Eren would ever fuck this good.

You hated that he knew what he was doing; that he didn't need twenty-one plus questions to figure out your reactive spots, guilty pleasures and favourite positions. He was an expert, a god, at how well he knew how to put his dick into play.

"Gonna...gonna, shit, gonna fuck those silly worm earrings right off you. Gonna really...rock your shit up."

You were way too gone to reply.

Ass up, face down and cock continuously hollowing deep into the canals of your ass, yet Eren still found a way to make this about the worm earrings. You even contemplated taking them off considering how viciously they were whacking your face but you didn't care. Who the fuck was caring about worm earrings when you were getting fucked this good?

Clearly, Eren couldn't relate.

"S-stupid worms...stupid fucking silly worms — God, you're so tight — they're so weird!"

Your orgasm still had space to build up but you wanted to reach it quickly. Lolling your hand down between your thighs, you used two fingers to rub at your clit; to give your tea a little bit of honey, just to speed up the process.

"E-Eren..." You moaned out.

Hearing his name be chanted into his duvet, Eren felt his cock twitch.

"Yeah, that's it. Say my name. Say my name with those...with those worms in your ears. Go on, say it."

"Eren! Eren! E’en."

Your chants caused the male to throw his head bag in agonic pleasure. His grip on your hips got tighter as he used the leverage to continuously pull you back onto his slick cock.

"Just like that. Oh yeah, just like that. You feel so good. So so good, worms 'n' all."

Okay, quite frankly, this was getting ridiculous. Surely he couldn't be for real. Like, you've gathered; he likes to be the centre of attention and has difficulty doing that without a joke, laugh or gag, but surely yet, he'd understand that somethings you just kept separate from each other. Like wriggly worm earrings and getting doggied.

Surging backwards to try and meet Eren's thrust made the brunette let out a groan of pure wanton expression. He took one hand to slap the apple of your ass cheek a few times before hunching over you, his chest flush with your back.

“Want me to come inside you?” He salaciously grunts into your ear.

With an indecent moan, you agree.

“Uh huh. Yeah, wan’ you to…to cum inside me, Ren.”

The brunette placed a kiss to your back and then your shoulder as his cock continuously expanded your puckered hole. He then gingerly changed position from kneeling to having one foot sturdy on the bed before bringing a hand up to caress at one of your earrings.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Eren’s pace began to quicken but his thrust became sloppier.

You were seriously contemplating whether it was okay to finish this orgasm with worms on your mind or pause and ask Eren to behave, but his next words made you think elsewise.

“Every time you wear these earrings, I want you to be reminded of how good it feels to have my hot cum filling up your asshole. How… shit, how well you take my cock, how stupidly wet your pussy is for me.”

The brunette licked a stripe just behind your earlobe before grinning into your skin.

“Whenever you look at these stupid worms, I want you to feel the urge to hollow your asshole out in memory of me — knowing nothing will be as good as me.”

Like a fizz of electricity, adrenaline surged from every part of your body and focused right within the heart of your cunt. With an explosive cry, your orgasm ripped through your body, your legs wanting to involuntarily close shut.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Eren shoves a few more thrusts into you before he’s stilling flush to your back and spilling warm seed into your ass.

You’re still reeling through your orgasm when he cums, his semen lightly tickling that one gooey spot up your ass. The act causes you to keen — a pretty moan squeezing from your throat as your mouth lays slack atop or Eren’s duvet, a wet patch of dribbled saliva surrounding it.

With weak standing, your knees collapse from underneath you, sending both you and Eren flat on top of his bed.

Still inside you and recovering from his orgasm, Eren lets out a stuffed groan.

“Shit…”

He breathes into your ear. The warmness of it post coitus not so inviting anymore.

“Man, that was something else.”

Your head was still spinning, your body buzzing from the cathartic expression of lust but even in the haze that you were in, you had words for the brunette.

“What the absolute fuck is wrong with you?” You mumble.

“Huh?”

What you said was clear. Eren had heard exactly what you said, but the words sounded so unthreatening for what they were that he had to ask — just in case he was hearing things wrong.

“Did you just ask what the fucks wrong with me?”

You hummed to affirm, using that as your initial answer, but it’s when Eren pinched your back for an answer that you relented.

“Worms? During sex, Eren? Really?!”

“It’s your fault for wearing them. They’re so dumb.”

“And yet you just couldn’t keep them outta ya mouth.” You quickly retort.

Eren didn’t like that. You could tell because he made a stupid huffy noise before quickly propping himself up and pulling out of your ass.

That was fun for neither of you as you both moaned in loss of the warmth.

[muppetminge]

I think it’s really sad how quick people are to attribute malice to people purely on the basis of disagreement. 

Discussions around beauty culture so often end up being a case of pitting traditionally ‘feminine’ women and ‘non-feminine’ women against each other - despite the fact that this is usually not the initial intent. 

I am extremely critical of beauty culture. Flat out. I do not like make-up. I think it’s a horrible thing. I stand by this. 

I do not have anything against individual women who wear make-up. Or women who shave, or get botox, or plastic surgery or whatever. Nor do I - solely based on this - have any opinion whatsoever about how feminist or unfeminist you are. No, wearing make-up or shaving or whatever will never be a feminist action. You, as a person, can still be be - no one is ideologically pure, we are all whole, multifaceted people. That’s good, and that’s fine, and that’s how it is. You are so absoluted allowed to do things without going through the analysis - otherwise no one would ever get anything done. Something something ethical consumption or whatever, you get it.

The point with all this is, I think it’s a shame that so many seem to interpret anti-beauty rhetoric to be anti-you, as a person, or, indeed, anti-women. Because that’s exactly the opposite of the intent! I feel about this like I do, and as passionately as I do, because I love women. 

And I think it’s, mind the language, fucking bullshit how much bullshit is invented purely to prey on insecurities that don’t even have a grounding in reality! Because I promise you, your face is fine. Your skin is fine. Your body hair is fine. 

You are allowed to look like a human woman. Because that’s what these standards are about, isn’t it? Alienation from our natural form? Trying to convince perfectly normal women that something is wrong with them for ... being perfectly normal women? Because, really, why are you insecure about your hairy legs in the first place? Your perfectly normal, though non-airbrushed complexion? The signs of life, and joy, and laughter, and age on your face? The length of your eyelashes, the size of your feet, the shape of your breasts? Because it sells. Because it’s kind of genius, isn’t it, inventing shit based on fuck all so you can sell more stuff we don’t need to (over) half of the human race. Most importantly, because it takes control away from you. Because messing with your confidence and your self image makes us easier to push around; to stop us from meeting our potential (and, oh, is there anything that’s more terrifying than the thought of women being what we could be, what we have the ability to accomplish?) 

And I’m at the point of rambling now, perhaps, but there’s that. I don’t hate women who wear make-up, my beef isn’t with you. I promise you that. I’m not asking you to burn your eyeshadow palette. I’m just fucking sad this is how we are treated. That we are expected to buy into this whole illusion that there’s something wrong with us, that we’re just a sack of (fixable! buy our latest cure now!) problems in a trenchcoat. 

And I wish that more of us were better at looking in the mirror barefaced and be astonished at the beauty there, instead of feeling naked and ashamed. I wish we didn’t try to hide from each other quite so much. I wish we could just be. 

She screams at the top of her lungs, I’m whole! I’m body, I’m heart, I’m mind, I’m soul.

[mur-art]

Unhinged nsfw wttt calivada thoughts under the cut; don’t mind me:

Super Bowl in Vegas! 49ers loss! It’s a total recipe for chaos for our favorite trainwreck ship.

Nevada ends up pity-fucking Cali, but the mans was READY for the alternative, so he’s got like, a bunch of “congrats” balloons and victory merch and shit that he awkwardly and hastily shoves in the closet/under the bed/in the bathroom shower before Cali gets there 😂. And it ends up popping out/falling out of wherever it was hidden at the most inopportune time while they’re doing the do (for comedic factor, of course) Like it was either gonna be victory sex or comfort sex; he was totally prepared for either option. Either way he has copious amounts of alcohol and a brand new set of niners lingerie and they are going to make INCREDIBLY BAD DECISIONS TOGETHER.

Bonus points for Nevada blasting Tswift the whole time, leading to Cali going on a drunken rant about how it’s *unfeminist* to hate her BUT—😂

They’re terrible; I hate them. /lh

[rimonoroni2]

hi all! This is the new blog of user @rimonoroni

asks are welcome!

some things about me: i am Jewish, white, an anti-zionist, USian, and a trans guy that uses he/him exclusively. i will probably post about these things, the combinations thereof, and misc social justice stuff.

however i am first and foremost a huge nerd, so here’s some fandom shit i’m into that might make an appearance:

batman and company

the wheel of time series

interview with the vampire (both the book series and show)

and other miscellaneous stuff.

blog policy: asks are open bc if i say something fucked up without realizing it, i want to know. feel free to tell me. i’m not perfect and if i fuck up i wanna try to change that.

relevant tags:

#myscrabbles- for my writing.

#// ventilation - vent posts, probably about transphobia or antisemitism etc. filter out if that bothers you.

some of my general positions for reference:

i’m a Jewish anti-zionist. i believe in the rights and liberation of Palestinians and i also will not tolerate antisemitism from goyim who may share some of my beliefs, because those things are not mutually exclusive.

i don’t believe in transandrophobia: as in, i think it’s a stupid descriptor attempting to describe real experiences in an unfeminist way.

i don’t reblog callout posts as a rule and you shouldn’t either.

other stuff for later probably

[finalgrrrl]

this is gonna sound so unfeminist but i'm glad i'm finally at a point in my life where i can get recommended thinspo on tumblr and be like well i don't want to fucking look like that

[thenighttrain]

i just can't take the dozens of 'FUCK TAYLOR SWIFT CLIMATE KILLER I WNT HER TO DIE' posts seriously because. hello society went from hating how much she dates, then that became unfeminist so it became 'she's a liar she lied about what she said on the phone!!!' then she became cool again so now it's OH fuck she uses her jet too much so let's utilise that! it's never about her, it's never constructive criticism it's always them finding reasons to be mad at her

[blonkk]

i don’t give a fuck anymore i’m a feminist and i’ll fight for women and defend them every time but holy fuck

yall are pissing me off with it all. read a book. get off the internet. you’re not special. beauty fades.

feminism wasn’t created so you could “choose” to be a tradwife and get lip fillers.

it’s not unfeminist at all to criticize women and their individual choices. you don’t even know what feminism is and what it means. you just wanna cower behind a blanket identity that signifies that you’re a “girls girl” (?????) while making selfish indulgent decisions that have no positive impact on the movement. you tell on yourself by hurling projections at other women for exposing your lack of conviction /subversive behaviour 🥱

“feminist” is not an identity. you actually have to do the work. the hard part. fucking annoying

[seconddoubt]

trying to define a universal girlhood as interests and urges coming from within is so fucking stupid, pointless, and unfeminist because every girl is an individual, you can define your girlhood but not a universal one, the only near universal experiences worth to define are the things that come from outside that the girl faces, the pressures and prejudices and the roles others want her to play, so we can recognise them and in turn tear them down. basically, do not try to fashion yet another role for her and pretend it's feminist when you do it.