Brittany, 28, Colorado
I was 21 when a routine physical showed that I was pregnant. I fainted when I found out. I was on the Depo-Provera shot and in a committed relationship. I was also going to college, working full time and decided to end the pregnancy. I wasn’t ready physically, emotionally or financially to be a parent. I spoke to a woman at the clinic who asked if I needed an escort from my car on the day of my appointment. My aunt and best friend were accompanying me, so I said no. But then she told me to call if I was having trouble. I asked, “Why?” She paused and said, “Just please call if you are having any issues.”
I was the first appointment that day and noticed a few men, all in their 50s or 60s, milling around the parking lot when we pulled in. Once we got out of the car, one made a beeline for us with a fistful of pamphlets. My aunt said, “Thanks, but no thanks,” and he got irate, screaming, “How can you do this? You’re killing your baby to continue on your whore lifestyle, you jezebel!’ Suddenly we were surrounded by five other men — that’s when the baby-doll parts starting hitting us.
They had a box filled with torn apart baby dolls covered with red paint. All three of us were hit — in the head, chest, torso. As they were pelting us, they yelled, “This is what you’re doing to your baby! Look at the street! It’s strewn with the blood of your baby. That’s your baby scattered across the street!” It was surreal and terrifying at once. And we still had to cross a wide street to enter the clinic. Then they shouted at my aunt, “Grandma, why are you letting her do this? Tell her to give her baby up for adoption!” My aunt responded, “First of all, I’m not old enough to be a grandma. Second, come talk to me when you have a uterus and a vagina.”
I thought I’d feel better once inside the clinic. But as I sat in the waiting area, I could hear every single girl get out of her car and do that walk of shame. That was the worst part of the day. When the doctor pulled up later that morning, there was such a frenzy the building almost shook. I heard them shouting, “Murderer!” and “Butcher!” and my heart started racing all over again.
I was the first to see the doctor. After he went over the procedure with me, he asked, “Do you have any questions?” I said, “Are they going to be there when I leave? — not, “Is there any pain?” or “How long will it take to recover?” He said, “No. After I arrive, they disperse.” That was true, and I was grateful. I would have stayed until they left. I couldn’t go through that again.
But there was one good thing the protesters did that morning: They convinced me I was making the right decision. I bet every single woman inside that waiting room felt the same way, even though none of us spoke. We’d all just been through the most heinous experience, but there was a feeling of quiet satisfaction among this group of women amidst the horror. I thought, “If I can make it through that, I can make it through the rest of this day.”" 6 Women on Their Terrifying, Infuriating Encounters With Abortion Clinic Protesters - Cosmopolitan (via iamnotafeministtbh)
300: rise of an empire in 3D, absolutely brilliant film!
katy perry looking for what to appropriate next
I’m sure all the people that would actually care just rolled over in their mummified caskets
Don’t worry, i don’t think that Nefertiti is too mad
Ahh yes, Cleopatra is cringing with agony and being stripped from her power because her ancient and dead culture is being referenced in a music video.
you guys do realize that there are still Egyptian people right
it’s amazing how a few days of relaxation with my man makes me feel so much better~
roof top swimming pool, yaaaas
had to shut a bitch down today
Rae: “I just can’t eat in front of people.”
Stacey: “Why not?”
Rae: “Well, because, if I eat unhealthy food, then people will think ‘Oh, look at that fat cow. No wonder she got to that size,’ and if I eat healthy food, then they think ‘Well, who’re you trying to kid, love? You didn’t get to that size by eating salads.’”The fat experience in a nutshell. Bloody hell, My Mad Fat Diary is brilliant.
sorry i’m late, professor. im disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis
Anonymous asked: but it's not CIS people murdering trans people, it's men. and cis women are also murdered by men for just being female. name the oppressors, it's men.
sure cis men may be the main oppressors but dont try to take the blame away from cis people as a whole, dont forget that cis women perpetrate transphobia as well
and YES i know that cis women are oppressed and discriminated against but DONT derail a discussion about trans rights and turn it into a conversation about cis womens rights
lets talk about how trans women have a 1 in 12 chance of being murdered, or if ur a trans woman of colour that goes up to 1 in 8 OK LETS TALK ABOUT THAT
See, what you need to understand is that “Not all guys are like that” is never going to work. Because you’re answering an entirely different conversation than what women are actually saying.
You think women are saying “Every man is a predator and a danger to me.” And…
i would much rather be the “obnoxious feminist girl” than be complicit in my own dehumanization, thanks