2. mindgardens:

    I’m with you Piper.

    (via adeledazeem)


  3. Why I’m an atheist, why it matters, and why I’m not with the Dudebro Atheist Squad.

    (Spoiler- it’s b/c of racism and misogyny)


  4. crayonster:


    Anxiety is like perpetually hearing the boss/enemy music but never seeing the threat.

    This is the best description I’ve ever heard.

    (via bad-ass-fat-ass)


    1. Glamour UK: What do you get riled up about in a feminist context?
    2. Gillian Anderson: A lot. I have feminist bones and when I hear things or see people react to women in certain ways I have very little tolerance.
    3. Glamour UK: But don't you feel sorry for modern men? Not knowing whether they should help us with our bags and open doors for us or whether we'll see it as an affront?
    4. Gillian Anderson: No. I don't feel sorry for men.
  5. nataliemeansnice:

    i had the literal best day ever with great friends. we swam and ate and danced and scream laughed. i am unbelievably grateful to have incredible people in my life who love me as much as i love them.

    spooky-femme is the lovely shorter-haired blonde babe. kriddenforshiz is the babe in the bikini top with her hair up with a bandana. sailbows is the babe with the longer hair and floral/striped bikini. aj is the babe in the white tank top. and, y’all know who i am ;)

    omg amazing

    (via feminist-ink)

  6. themarchrabbit:







    Seriously, it kills me when I see people hold scientists up as pinnacles of logic and reason.

    Because one time the professor I was interning for got punched in the face by another professor, because mine got the funding, and told the other professor his theory was stupid.

    This same professor told me to throw rocks to scare the “stupid fucking crabs” into moving so we could count them properly.


    thank you

    this is one of the best comments this post has recieved

    I have witnessed:

    Two professors hiding around a corner and snickering, “Shhh, here she comes!” While a female professor approached and, when she finally found them, she proceeded to scream while pointing from one to the other, “You! I called your office but you weren’t there! So I tried to call YOUR office to figure out where HE was but YOU weren’t there!”

    Two grad students standing outside a closed and locked door yelling, “Come out of the damn office. You haven’t left for days. If you didn’t have a couch in there I’d be concerned as to where you were sleeping!”

    A religious studies professor apologizing for being late to class because, “security stopped me because I’m dressed like a hobbit”

    Watched a professor snort the results of my experiment to determine if I had the right final compound.

    Two archeology professors toss priceless fossilized teeth back and forth in an attempt to figure out who is smarter by “guessing the type of tooth and species of animal before it lands”

    Multiple fully degreed individuals throw dry ice at one another in an attempt to be first to use the lab/get that piece of equipment/or change the iPod song.

    A genetics professor build furniture out of stacks of paper and planks of wood because she is that far behind in grading papers/responding. One of the impromptu furniture pieces housed a fish tank.

    I could go on but I think that covers the larger portion of the insanity…

    Every time it comes around on my dash, it gets better.

    I have had a professor buy a huge fuckoff bottle of rum during fieldwork in Costa Rica and let the undergrads get wasted because “you’re not underage in Costa Rica and we’ll be up all night with the bats anyway!”

    - Same professor hung a bat from her headlamp and wore it as a decoration for an entire night. 

    - A whole swarm of older women - and these are women with PhDs and world-renown bat experts, the bigwigs - all, to a woman, go to the formal charity dinner at an international research symposium in Toronto in late October dressed in skimpy Batgirl costumes. Because Halloween was that weekend, you see.

    - At a different conference, a professor get blackout drunk and pass out on the side of the road. 

    - “Yeah, we have to say we did it properly for the grant but to be really honest, Miracle-gro works better.”

    - Teaching lab: we had liquid nitrogen for a demo, and after class the professor, the other TA, and I spent a good two hours freezing and breaking things in it. 

    a chemistry class begins with 30 students nine months later just six of us left sitting on tables dipping paper into contaminated chemicals to see what happens when we burn it teacher making idle suggestions while he marks our work

    "go to the fume hood thing, yeah now put some potassium in chlorine" can i burn the results sir? "fuck it sure whatever its tainted anyway"

    The prof I’m working for just asked me if I knew how to pick a lock, and when I responded “yes” she replied, “see, this is why I hire the former delinquents instead of the suck-ups. You’re actually useful.”

    I then let her into her office.

    (via thisclockworkheart)

  7. (Source: beyoncevoters)


  10. blua:

    This point can never be repeated often enough.

    (Source: commie-pinko-liberal, via sleepydumpling)

  11. chubbycartwheels:

    Fat girl side view.  FUCK YES.

    (Source: lookatthisdandybamf, via lumpy-pizza-princess)


  12. "

    I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.

    “Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”

    “What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”

    “Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”

    The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”

    “Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”

    “Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”

    He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”

    “Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”

    I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.

    “Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.

    “Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.

    “Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”

    It didn’t seem like they did.

    “Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”

    Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.

    I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.

    “Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.

    Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.

    “Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.

    I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”

    He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.

    “All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”

    “Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.

    “Because I was afraid.”


    “Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”

    I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.

    “Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”

    He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.

    — (via powerburial)

    (Source: newyorker.com, via fallopianrhapsody)

  13. Adorable!

    (Source: imafatbitch, via sraedoes)

  14. thisclockworkheart:







    i could masturbate to this article that’s how much it pleases me

    everything about this screams fedora 

    oh my god this is fucking incredible oh my god

    holy shit

    and when you go to a restaurant and eat something cooked by man, that’s where another man put something inside your body that I didn’t. And when the male dentist looks inside your mouth, that’s where another man invaded your mouth. And when the male cashier sells you those clothes, every time you wear them you will think of him, not me.

    and when that doctor performed life saving cardiac surgery on you, that man touched your heart. I should be the only one touching your heart. Even though I have no medical training what so ever and you would probably die. It should be me, not him. 

    Reblogging for the last comment because it’s literally true for me.