Heeeey so if any of y’all are in Philly, Shady Hawkins will be playing a show there this weekend! Let’s hang.
haven’t been to philly since may! also this show is gonna be rad! (especially ‘cause i sort of helped john put it together (by helped i mean i supplied my wealth of lady band knowledge)) see ya there!
This story begins serendipitously enough. A few years ago, an employee in the poultry industry described to Dr Clinton some peculiar chickens on nearby farms. These rare chickens were bilateral gynandromorphs; half male and half female. Like my eclectus, these birds were neatly divided down the middle between their male and female sides, almost as if two individuals of opposite sexes had been stitched together.
These “half-siders,” as poultry farmers and aviculturists often refer to bilateral gynandromorphs, are rare, but have been seen in a number of avian families, ranging from finches to pigeons to parrots.Chickens are one of my favorite animals, so it goes without saying that I think this is amazing.
(via opheliadoris)
“What are you supposed to be?”
“I’m a reappropriation of a cultural appropriation.”
(via girlsgetbusyzine)
either wasabi mellows when you accidentally nuke it or i’ve become a big kid who likes spicy food. i’m leaning towards the later because i am falling in love with these chili cherry chocolate bars. who am i?
The thing about patriarchy is that individual men, gay and straight, are often really wonderful people who you love deeply, but they have internalized some really poisonous shit. So every once in a while they say or do something that really shakes you because you’re no longer totally certain they see you as a human being, and you feel totally disempowered to explain that to them.
This happens to me all the time, and it always hits me like a slap in the face. (via lasluchasdelcorazon)
I should stop being surprised.
(via suzy-x)
(via suzy-x)
Did you guys hear what the FBI did today?
A victory for rape victims of everywhere.
ABOUT FUCKING TIME
severely overdue, though this gives me some faith in humanity.
(via dbeat)
When I heard the news, the first thing that came to mind was the murder to Mia Zapata from the Gits. The similarities stood out to me—a woman walking home late at night—Esme from a party, Mia from a bar, the way the two women loved music and used it both to inform and to uplift, and the seemingly random nature of the crime. Except neither crime was as random as we’d like to think. In fact, Esme’s killer attacked two other women that same evening. Mia’s killer had a history of violence against women, including battery, assault, and domestic abuse. Violence against women and girls is endemic in this country and if we think we’re safer now in 2012 than we were in 1993, when Mia was killed, then we’re only deluding ourselves. If we want to honor Esme’s memory, we should try our best to stop violence against women in our communities. A woman who gave so much of herself to others, working with special needs kids as well as young musicians, deserves the kind of memory where you do something, instead of just standing by. This year, when I watch the girls learning how to punch and kick in self-defense class at Girls Rock Camp, I will think of Esme, and how empowering young girls is not just a theoretical framework for feminist thought; it’s a survival tactic. We hope that someday, we’ll have the power to save every girl’s life. I didn’t know Esme personally, but from what I’ve read on the internet, “Esme got it. She knew rock and roll was eternal. As long as we’ve got the sound, we’ll never lose her.” -Alyx Vesey. I’d like to add that the kind of supportive, really positive feminism that volunteering at Rock Camp instills in us will continue as well, and that whenever we teach self-defense, or offer to walk a female friend home late at night, or stand by watching just to make sure a drunk guy shouting at his girlfriend on the street doesn’t hit her, or comfort someone who’s been hurt, we are honoring someone’s memory.
I instantly thought of Mia Zapata too. I didn’t know Esme, but it breaks my heart that Austin lost such a talented woman. It also breaks my heart that we live in a world where this kind of violence is still so prevalent. It breaks my heart that we have to stop and imagine the possibility that we’ll find ourselves in the same scenario, every time we leave the house.
my mom found these old books that my aunt bought when she was going through her divorce. this is possibly the first time i have ever advocated for throwing out/destroying a book.
Accent theme by Handsome Code
