Fuck the FCC (Ambigram Tessellation)
Most Romantic Poem Ever
#YesAllWomen who use this hashtag hate menIn short, the #YesAllWomen hashtag uses the recent shooting as evidence that ALL women are victims of men. Women who tweet this are essentially taking attention away from the actual victims of the tragedy and making it all about themselves. But that's not the only thing wrong with the campaign.#YesAllWomen who use this hashtag hate men by BatmanWithBunnyEars
The following quotes are excerpts from the top comment on ELLIOT RODGER: MORE THAN A MADMAN by Laci Green. This comment, which received thousands of upvotes, advocates the #YesAllWomen hashtag.
This is NOT an isolated incident. Women are being raped, abused, killed, and are simply being made uncomfortable every single day by men.
Yes, you read that right. This is not an isolated incident because being murdered and being “made uncomfortable” are pretty much the same thing.
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If a Feminist Were HonestWhat if a feminist were forced to say what’s really on her mind, like Jim Carrey’s character in Liar Liar? This is how a poem by such a feminist might read.If a Feminist Were Honest by BatmanWithBunnyEars
I need feminism because…
Women need more,
Scholarships for college,
New business grants,
Even though they already outnumber men,
In college and entrepreneurship.
We need more female CEO’s and political leaders,
But not more women in…
Forestry, sewage, or mining,
Truck driving, or taxi driving,
Or garbage collection,
Or more men on magazine covers,
Or higher-paid male models,
Or fewer men dying on the job,
Or fewer men dying in wars,
Or fewer homeless men,
Or fewer male suicides,
Or fewer men in prison.
You see, men losing is sexual dimorphism,
While women losing is sexism.
Should be made EQUAL to
The most successful men
Whether they earn it or not.
That’s gender equality!
I need feminism because…
MoonCan you see it?
The glowing sphere of the purest silver,
Hovering in the night sky,
Shining it's soft light on the sleeping earth.
But can you see them?
The tiny, pin pricks of gleaming light,
That glisten with the splendor of a million diamonds.
Some fall to earth,
And just like Fallen Angels,
They can never return to the heavens above.
I wish they could see it.
The poor, forgotten souls,
Who when they look up,
Only see Darkness.
They cannot see the silver of the moon,
Or the golden of the stars.
They can't even feel for the Fallen.
They cannot see true Beauty or feel true Pain,
And I feel pity for them.