Good guy soldier…
Good guy soldier…
Bravo! Makes me happy to see more men standing up for equality. In late April, an Iranian court forced a male convict to wear traditional Kurdish women’s clothes in public, perceiving it as a humiliating, degrading punishment. In a remarkable and unusual sort of civil disobedience, Kurdish men are protesting the misogynistic, gender-shaming decision by dressing as Kurdish women and posting the photos on social media.
Wow! You'll never see american men doing this. I applaud these men. Iranian Men Dress In Drag For Gender Equality - Kurdish men are dressing in women's clothing in response to the punishment given to a convicted man earlier this month. He was paraded down the streets of Marivan in a woman’s dress in order to humiliate him.
A picture is worth a thousand words, but not all pictures are created equal. Here are some of the most powerful and moving images to ever be shared online. Some of these pictures may upset them, while others may fill them with joy. But that’s precisely because these images reflect some of the best and worst parts of the human experience and world events. These really make you think..
Kitty Genovese who was beaten & stabbed in two attacks near her home in Queens on March 13, 1964. After her death newspapers reported 38 neighbors heard the attacks but did nothing to help leading to the social psychological phenomenon named after her: the Genovese syndrome.
Each one of these women is an Olympic athlete. Let's challenge the notion that thinness is the only indicator of health and fitness. Unless you have the build for it, exercise won't magically make you a size 2, but it will make you stronger and feel amazing no matter what your size.
“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches. May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty. When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer. Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age. Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit. May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers. Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait. O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed. And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it. And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes. Amen.” -Tina Fey
25 documents you need before you die -- be prepared. This has been on my list for years.
As I get ready to go to pick up our new puppy, Vivienne, I still feel an overwhelming loss and sadness for Lavender. I miss her so extensively and sometimes it feels like she's just lost and not really gone and maybe there's hope that I will find her or she will reveal herself and hop into bed and snuggle with me. I would do just about anything to have her back with me.