March 2012
I hope Rick Santorum has an existential crisis...
stfuconservatives:
that he never quite recovers from.
-Joe
Fuck yeah, feminists!: URGENT: Google privacy... →
fuckyeahfeminists:
Just got this in an email
In just a few hours, new policies will take effect at Google, endangering your privacy.
Tech publication Gizmodo reports, “things you could do in relative anonymity today [like your web searches], will be explicitly associated with your name, your face, your phone…
February 2012
“Rape culture is a culture in which people who have survived a violent crime are...”
– (i wish i could put this on a business card and hand it out to people who make rape jokes. the flip side would say FUCK YOU)
Indian High Court Rules That the Decision to Abort... →
somepolitics:
In a significant decision, the Punjab and Haryana High Court last week ruled that the right to abort a pregnancy in a marriage rests with the wife and not husband.
“A woman is not a machine in which raw material is put and a finished product comes out. She should be mentally prepared to conceive, continue the same and give birth to a child. The unwanted pregnancy would naturally...
BLOGGING via TYPEWRITER.: A New Policy Against... →
shannsational:
staff:
One of the great things about Tumblr is that people use it for just about every conceivable kind of expression. People being people, though, that means that Tumblr sometimes gets used for things that are just wrong. We are deeply committed to supporting and…
“A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed...”
– Jeff Wheeler, in The Blight of Muirwood
The same is true of any person who has a new idea. It is frightening to suggest something new, and both the delicate new idea and the person who brought it up can be crushed by the response.
So, as it says in The Gospel According to Bill and Ted: be...
modern foppery: I shall forget you presently, my... →
modernfoppery:
I shall forget you presently, my dear, So make the most of this, your little day, Your little month, your little half a year, Ere I forget, or die, or move away, And we are done forever; by and by I shall forget you, as I said, but now, If you entreat me with your loveliest lie I will protest you…
