Europeans: I drove forty minutes to the Netherlands for some groceries and then I popped into Germany to see some of my relatives before driving back home.
Americans: I was in Florida, I drove for nine hours, now I’m still in Florida.
Norwegians: I drove for four days, still in Norway..
Okay, this is actually what you do if you’re being sexually harassed in any kind of public space. Draw attention to it, preferably pull away and let EVERYONE know that someone is touching you. This will not only get him to get off you but he’ll definitely think about this situation next time he wants to do something like this.
Spreading the word.
My mom and I were talking about this today after hearing about a woman who was molested on a plane who said nothing until she was picked up at the airport by her parents. My mom looked at me and asked what I would do in that situation and I looked her dead in the eye and I told her “it would take me .02 seconds to realize what was going on and yell angrily, and then I would be straight on to bitch slapping him so hard he wouldn’t be able to see the punch I’d throw with the opposite hand”.
She nodded and accepted my salty language like a seasoned sailor.
I’ve had experience with this before, in Prague a group of five girls and I were followed by three men at night. After a while they started yelling at us, the most common being “how much?” Meaning how much we “cost” as prostitutes. Seeing as they weren’t going to stop, I turned on my heel, faced them (which surprised them), spat at their feet and responded with “You couldn’t afford me.” This prompted the other girls to start yelling back at them as well, starting with our spitfire Czech friend to start slinging curses in Czech as she and the rest of the girls came up beside me. Needless to say the men backed off and pretty much fled. They weren’t expecting a fight. It empowered me and encouraged the rest of the girls to yell back too.
I’ve heard that a lot of people don’t know what to do in this situation because they’ve been taught all their lives to be polite and non-aggressive. Keep your heads down or whatever.
Keep in mind that studies have shown that rapists look for victims who won’t fight back.
Remember that nobody has the right to touch you without your consent or harass you, and you have all the right to make the biggest fuss about it that you can possibly make.
Get angry. Be in command.
It’s a common theme across the majority of cultures that protecting ones ‘face’ (not your actual face, but your self as in how you’re viewed) is one of our highest subconscious priorities.
Calling someone out in public for bad behaviour is the quickest way to nip 9/10 situations in the bud. Most people will be mortified, they’ll be embarrassed, they’ll be panicked because they probably weren’t expecting anything other than quiet submission.
Be bold and be brave, because we live in a world where most people don’t expect it ergo we can take advantage of it.
Dude, you do realize this ad is Italian right? Those people are Italian, because it’s an Italian ad. Italian people are typically white. This ad is suppose to be about acceptance in THEIR country, why would they have models that don’t look like they’re from their country?
I’m gettin’ real tired of tumblr’s attitude. I’m probably going to get a lot of hate for this, but here we go.
Not everywhere is as mixed as North America. You go to places like Japan and it would be really weird to see a white person in their ad, it’s no different for places like Italy and Germany where people are mostly white. In North American we seem to have a decently even mix in a lot of areas so it’s a little off-putting when there’s only a certain race -generally all white people- depicted, where it’s completely normal and would appear really strange otherwise for other countries. Like you wouldn’t go to China and demand they show white people in their ads there, so why would you do the same for a country that has very few PoC compared to it’s population?
As the person above me said, why would they have models that don’t look like they’re from their country in their ads?
Seriously, I am Italian, and FUCK YOU. Our country has huge problems with homophobia, there isn’t even one single law to protect homosexuals. Most European countries have legalized marriage and adoption (or at least talked about it), but not Italy. The Catholic community does everything they can to block the law against homophobia. Last month, a 14 years-old killed himself because he was gay. You have no idea how much that kind of thing matters in Italy, all you can fucking do is whine about Tumblr about the fact that they are all white. Yes, in Italy the majority of the population is indeed white. Not the rest of the world is like fucking North America. So before you come whining about it on Tumblr, get your facts right.
I love it when reality slaps the fuck out of Tumblr.
today there was a snowboard race at the resort i’m staying at and i’m a pretty decent snowboarder so i thought why not try right. so i wear all black just because it’s the only color i own and i ended up winning and when the announcer came over to me he said “dude! that was pretty awesome bro, what’s your name?” and i took my helmet off like in the movies and let my hair fall out and was like “caitlin” and everyone was liKE OOOOOOH
[Mary Poppins author P.L.] Travers was a feisty, stereotype-breaking bisexual — a single mom who adopted a baby in her 40s, studied Zen meditation in Kyoto, and was publishing erotica about her silky underwear 10 years before Walt had sketched his mouse. Now that’s a character worth slapping on-screen, instead of this stiff British stereotype determined to steal joy from future generations of children. With her longtime girlfriend and then-adult son erased, this frigid Travers seems like she may not even know how babies are made. Maybe Mary Poppins could sing her a song about it.
Why does it matter that Saving Mr. Banks sabotages its supposed heroine? Because in a Hollywood where men still pen 85 percent of all films, there’s something sour in a movie that roots against a woman who asserted her artistic control by asking to be a co-screenwriter. (Another battle she lost — Mary Poppins’ opening credits list Travers as merely a “consultant.”) Just as slimy is the sense that this film, made by a studio conglomerate in a Hollywood dominated by studio conglomerates, is tricking us into cheering for the corporation over the creator.
The trailer also hinted that Travers wrote Mary Poppins bc she wanted the nanny to “save” the father, which is so far from the point of the Mary Poppins series as to be ridiculous. Disney has literally done everything they could with this movie to remove all the female character’s autonomy and actual personalities and turned them into emotional prompts for the male characters to be inspired by and change.
gay and lesbian monosexuals who complain about heterosexuality being the default and then turn around and interrogate bisexuals about their experiences with same-sex intimacy, or claim that bisexuals currently in opposite-sex relationship are straight. wtf. you are a part of the problem. by demanding we show ‘proof’ of our gayness, you are upholding heterosexuality as the default sexual orientation. you are literally saying, if you are not doing something explicitly gay at this very moment, you are straight. i don’t even.
I grew up with a disabled girl in my class, and when we graduated to middle school everyone treated her different.
Everyone from our elementary school treated her like normal, but the new kids berated us for not ‘helping’ her.
She was capable of doing her own thing, but even the teachers insisted she needed coddling.
The girl failed a class and the teacher felt bad so they passed her anyways.
She had a wheelchair and we knew that, she asked for help when she needed it.
But everyone called us jerks for letting her ask.
But we were more confused as to why they treated her like she was helpless.
She’s lived this long, I think she knows how to do things in her own way.
just venting I guess.
One of the books which had a huge impact on me as a kid was a Babysitter’s Club tie-in book about the little sisters of one of the eponymous Babysitters. A girl in a wheelchair transferred to her school & the moment the main character saw her she decided “I’m going to become her best friend and do EVERYTHING for her”. Of course, the new girl shuts that down pretty quickly & makes it VERY clear that while she’d love to have a new friend, she can also do things for herself just fine.
I was able bodied as a kid & had had very little interaction with visibly disabled people when I read that book (later I would attend a school where we would visit the local school for the disabled a few times a year to play with the kids there & possibly learn things? I mostly just remember how cool their playground was). The book made an impact for many reasons, most importantly
a) like the main character I was someone who liked to take charge & tended to steamroller people so I understood her shock at being told her “help” wasn’t wanted,
b) it portrayed a disabled character as not only independent & confident but also cool (the image of her wheelchair covered in stickers has stuck with me for nearly 20 years - to the point of me covering my crutches in stickers as something of an homage)
As a disabled adult, I’m really glad able-bodied child me read that book & I really hope that kids these days have similar opportunities to read books which challenge conventional narratives of disability.
(Please note: I have not read the book since I was a child & I have some memory issues so I may be painting the book in a rosier & more progressive light than it actually was. But the impact it had on me was still pretty profound!)
We had a simlar thing at my schools: one of the boys from my primary school seemed to be a year or two behind the rest of us, development wise, but we never thought much of it, as he’d ask if he wanted something explained to him. One of the boys from a different school was also a few years behind the rest of us, and the other kids from his school seemed to be coddling him a little bit (at least to us it seemed like coddling) but otherwise didn’t make a huge deal about it. But the pupils from the other primary schools had a huge strop about how we were either freaks for hanging out with either of these two boys, or insensitive freaks for not doing everything for them. Teachers at both schools used to ask those of us who were at the top of the class to help them, whether they wanted it or not. Fast forward a decade or so, and the boy from my primary school has an education most people envy and a job that pays about double the average wage for someone our age. Both of which he got on his own (with the highest grades, I might add), with only some help at Upper Secondary school due to learning disabilities.
Are we really not going to talk about the guy in the back who is attached to another guy’s back while spinning?
WHAT ABOUT THE GUY THAT FALLS OUT OF THE WINDOW
WHY IS IT BACK
no you guys don’t understand, not only is this the first harlem shake out there… these guys aren’t normal military. This is “Telemarkbataljonen”. They’re pretty much the Norwegian equivalent of the fucking black ops. My brother knows a guy in this battalion, and when asked what they do there, he looked my brother dead in the eye and said “That is strictly confidential”. These guys are hard as shit, which makes this even more hilarious