A quick doodle with some very streaky markers.
Dear Abby, 11 June 2013:DEAR ABBY: I don’t understand divorced women and the restrictions they put on their exes about what they can and can’t do with their children. (“You can’t let him go to the pool party; he might drown”; “She can’t visit with your mother; she has a cat”; “Don’t make him…
Elizabeth Jane Cochrane (May 5, 1864 — January 27, 1922), better known by her pen name, Nellie Bly, was a trailblazing journalist who not only paved the way for women in media at a time when women still didn’t have the right to vote, but also also championed the power of journalism as a tool of social justice.
In 1887, writing for Joseph Pulitzer’s pioneering New York World newspaper, she went undercover and feigned insanity for an investigative story on Women’s Lunatic Asylum on Blackwell’s Island after hearing of the appalling neglect, patient abuse, and brutality taking place at the institution. She went to extraordinary lengths to enact her diagnosis, then subjected herself to insufferable indignities. The exposé she wrote led to a grand jury investigation into the practices of the asylum, on which Bly was invited to collaborate and which spurred a $850,000 increase in the Department of Public Charities and Corrections budget for treating the mentally ill.
As Matthew Goodman aptly puts it in Eighty Days: Nellie Bly and Elizabeth Bisland’s History-Making Race Around the World ,No female reporter before her had ever seemed quite so audacious, so willing to risk personal safety in pursuit of a story.
Indeed, only two years later, in November of 1889, Bly packed a single bag and set out to circumnavigate the globe, aiming to beat Jules Verne’s fantasy journey of Eighty Days Around the World. She braved formidable weather, risked deadly illness, and returned in “seventy-two days, six hours, eleven minutes and fourteen seconds.” So remarkable was her feat that it reverberated in a radio dramatization more than two decades after Bly’s death.
Early in her career, she went around and interviewed every major newspaper editor in New York at the time — all, of course, white males — about why there were so few, if any, women in journalism. The answers ranged from the unabashedly, matter-of-factly sexist (“Accuracy,” said Charles Anderson Dana, editor of the Sun, “is the greatest gift in a journalist. … Women are generally worse than men in this regard. They find it impossible not to exaggerate.”) to the misguidedly mannered (Reverend Dr. Hepworth, editor of the Herald, pointed out that papers were mainly in the business of scandal and sensation, and “a gentleman could not in delicacy ask a woman to have anything to do with that class of news.”) Bly’s resulting essay caused a furor as arguably the first major piece on gender politics in the media world.
But perhaps most admirable of all was how indefatigably she embodied that highest journalistic ideal of integrity and passion. Bly herself articulated it best, writing in The Evening-Journal a mere nineteen days before her death:I have never written a word that did not come from my heart. I never shall.
whipped cream on boobs is one of the most disgusting ideas ever, why would you want to mix perfectly good whipped cream with boob sweat and oniony smells and skin and no
I’ll have my whipped cream on strawberries and cake and cocoa and bare and even on not quite ripe bananas thank you
Classy as fuck. Forgot to put on real shoes yesterday and went around in my around-the-house ‘crocs’ for several hours at the mall.
Iâm a white male and I understand my privilege. I realize how lucky I am to not be a woman.
THIS IS SO STUPID
“Vaginas are coooomplicated and MESSY WAH GROSS”
Where’s my fuckin bat
Jesus christ. I don’t even know where to start. I don’t care if this is meant to be humor or not, because it’s not funny AND I’ve heard this elsewhere from other people, and you know what, I am mad bro.
- If you view anything sexual with your partner as a “chore”, you suck at communication with your partner.
- If you think that oral sex is “more convenient” on a penis, you clearly have no imagination, because guess what? Lots of options.
- “dishes using your tongue if the dishes were covered in smoked salmon that’s been sitting in the sun for a day” What are you, fucking twelve? First, everyone tastes differently, and secondly, I have literally never gone down on anyone where this is an apt description, ever, and I’ve got a pretty decent sample size. If you legitimately have taste issues, more frequent hygiene can assist with that.
- The amount of “man, going down on vaginas is complicated, going down on penises is so easy” in this is just funny. I’ve dated people who were quite honestly not very good at performing oral sex. There is a difference between someone who knows & cares what they’re doing, and someone who is just opening their mouth. Saying otherwise is pretty damn demeaning.
- Trivializing oral sex as performed on penises is part of this really shitty culture we live in where performing oral sex on a penis is considered to be easy, consequence free, and without a need for reciprocation - and frankly, that’s fucking selfish as heck.
- “they probably taste like flesh” - ahahahahahaha. You’ll handwave away cleanliness and taste issues that could crop up with people performing oral sex on a penis, but you can unilaterally claim all vaginas everywhere are icky, gross, and taste bad.
- “I’m not saying vaginas don’t serve a purpose. They feel really good when your penis is inside of them” - yeah, because that’s all they’re good for. Certainly don’t serve any other function. Nope. Certainly not there for procreation, or for enjoyment.
- Not everyone who has a vagina is a woman, not everyone who has a penis is a dude.
All sexual activities aren’t for everyone, but such a staggering amount of these “arguments” I’ve heard from other people before.
If you’re getting looks of disappointment and boredom it’s because you’re doing it wrong. Not to be all TMI but it’s impossible for my partner NOT to know he’s doing it right.
To throw a strop about something that can be (and is often!) willingly done for mutual pleasure is immature and pathetic and I feel sorry for their previous partners.
Saw this on facebook and all i could think was poor hawkeye!
Okay, you know what, rant time. Tony says in the movie that Loki pissed off TWO master assassins. TWO. Not one. He didn’t just piss of Natasha Romanoff and some guy with a bow. He pissed off two of the best trained killers SHIELD has in its employ. He pissed off the world’s best marksman. He pissed off a trained swordsman. He pissed off someone that fought Natasha Romanoff, a character that ripped through ten armed and trained guards in a previous movie and is shown in comics to be a fucking badass of epic proportions, to a standstill.
We had an extra seat? Fuck no. Step back from the superhero, put your hands on your head, and listen up. Clinton Francis Barton is awesome. He is human and keeps up with people that aren’t even close. He puts his squishy little life on the line every time he goes out to save people and he does it with a smile on his face and an extra serving of sass. Clint Barton doesn’t need an extra seat. Clint Barton earned his way onto the Avengers. He has gone blind, deaf, died, been erased, had most of the bones in his body broken, had his brother nearly kill him WHILE HE WAS BLIND, AAAAAAND DID ALL OF THIS AFTER BEING BEATEN BY HIS FATHER AND ALMOST KILLED BY HIS MENTORS.
Clint Barton doesn’t need your extra seat.
What they said. Clint Barton is the bomb.
Facebook douche? You should apply water to that bURN!
I’ve been a Barton fan for the last 20 years and i couldn’t have said that better myself.
CAW CAW MUTHAFUCKER.
HI YES THANK YOU
just click, i promise you its not what you’re expecting.
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