if u are scared or worried or stressed please just remember that even if you mess up super badly, doggies on the street will still tug on their owners when u walk by because they wanna say hello to u so badlyThis is legitimately comforting.
Because people are hypocrites. :\
Because every line of Blurred Lunes is something a rapist has said to their victims.
Because Robin Thicke claims that CONSENT is a blurry line WHEN IT’S NOT.
Because Thicke DELIBERATELY dehumanizes and degrades women in both the song and video.
Because Thicke has outright SAID he did it on purpose, and has said “What a joy it is to degrade women.”
Daft Punk’s song is about staying out all night to have (presumably consensual) sex.
Blurred Lines is about rape.
First of all, I am a rape victim. Hi. My rapist told me, “I love you.” He said a lot of things to me, but those things probably aren’t good enough to warrant censoring; not to you or others like you. You wouldn’t shout, “‘I LOVE YOU’ COULD TRIGGER RAPE VICTIMS!!!” from the rooftops, would you? Of course you wouldn’t, even though that’s what he told me every time he raped me, for almost a year, over and fucking over again. That’s what a lot of rapists tell their victims. They tell us that they love us, and we have to deal with the aftermath.
You also won’t acknowledge that the video was directed by a woman, and that the naked video was her suggestion. You probably also won’t acknowledge Pharrell’s part in the whole thing, because, no, it’s only Robin Thicke. He did everything. He’s responsible for everything. No one helped him with that song or music video, and there are no other suggestive songs out there, about black women needing to hush and not say a word, or about ladies needing to shake their asses for men’s pleasure, or, y’know, just shit that’s all around far more dehumanizing than Blurred fucking Lines. You won’t address the misogyny in the rap genre, no, no. It’s all Robin Thicke.
For some unfathomable reason, this is the song. This is the song that gets your panties in a knot. This one. This fucking song, out of all fucking songs.
This song that is about THE BLURRED LINES INVOLVED IN AN AFFAIR.
THE SONG IS ABOUT CHEATING.
The woman in the song puts her hands on the man singing. She grabs all over him, shows obvious and enthusiastic consent, even initiates sexual contact, and he reciprocates, but she’s in a relationship with a guy who doesn’t fulfill her needs, because she’s kinky as fuck and he’s like, “Nah, vanilla sex is the way to go, bitch.” Like, shit, I’d dump his ass, but, ey, she wants to just cheat on him or some shit, whatever.
The blurred lines aren’t about consent in the song, and you’d know this if you’d given the lyrics even a cursory fucking glance. The woman is going to cheat on her significant other; that’s where the blurred lines come into play. She gonna do it? She not? She gonna fuck both of ‘em? Who the fuck knows?
Neither song is about rape. They’re both just sexual songs with sexual connotations, but one gets a ton of shit, because people didn’t like the video and completely misinterpreted the lyrics, and I, a rape victim, stopped being able to listen to that song on the radio, because fucking assholes like you insisting it’s about rape fucked me over big time.
Not denying that Robin Thicke’s an asshole, but the song’s not about rape. Blurred Lines is about goddamn, motherfucking cheating. You want a song about rape to rail against? How about Brown Sugar? Father Figure? Date Rape? Secretary Hump? The Childcatcher? These are all songs that are actually about rape, and that could actually be potentially triggering to rape victims.
You know what else triggered me for a while?
The smell of pine needles, because that’s what he always smelled like. Fucking pine needles. But I can’t ban pine needles. I can’t censor pine needles. Many of the things I and other rape victims are triggered by can’t be censored, and we’re not going to recover if we ignore our triggers. If we never try to overcome them, we’re going to live in fear for the rest of our fucking lives, and I’m not going to let you and other people tell me that that’s the way to live, that I should just censor everything that upsets me or makes me uncomfortable rather than face it and overcome it.
The world is full of scary fucking bullshit. Fireworks aren’t censored for war veterans, but you want people to censor a fucking song? Really? Do you think we’ll just be able to go through our lives never being triggered if we censor one fucking song? You’re outta your goddamn mind if you think railing against a song about cheating that uses language that could potentially be triggering is gonna solve any fucking problems.
Kate MccGwire (previously) born 1964 is an English sculptor who specializes in the medium of feathers. Her work experiments with the binary notions of beauty and disgust, malice and tranquillity, and the familiar yet otherworldly. Her use of pigeon feathers takes a waste product of the ‘rats with wings’ and elevates them to the status of art. By re-framing the object, placing it out of context, it generates a kind of ‘field of attraction’ around it, the viewer is left both seduced and alienated, relishing the spectacle but at the same time aware of something disquieting, something ‘other’.
it’s just called racism
~the black one
My reaction to this gif went from stone-faced “this is dumb” to full-on snickering gleefully in about fifteen seconds.
you can’t just drop shit like this on my dash i hurt myself laughing
Please keep this circulating. Cops are getting more and more brazen, know your rights!
good to know
people tryna release summer vacation-themed songs and albums now that it’s the end of august
it’s 2014 why do boys still think girls like the smell of axe
idk bout u but i love the smell of an axe in my hands. smells like wood polish and cold iron. smells like power and fear.
dont let tumblr make you think
- school isnt important
- its okay to be rude to your parents
- its normal to hate everyone
- self harm and suicide are romantic or great
- being rude is cute
- being a female who hits or yells at your boyfriend is woman empowerment
- depression and other mental illnesses are beautiful
- grades arent important
- education isnt important
- college isnt important
- smoking is cool
- drugs are cool
I never got why SJWs claim everything to be cultural appropiation. From music to hairdos and speaking other idioms (w h y). It saddens me because cultures are MEANT to be interacting with one another. It’s what keeps us learning and it’s what makes the human race awesome.
Without interaction, cultures (any of them) become stagnant and die off. People lose interest in things, and that’s why new material needs to be shared to keep things interesting. While it is true that wars and other external forces can also obliterate a culture, nothing’s more pathetic than seeing a culture or a language die off because it was never allowed to be shared and evolve.
If a person is interested in learning about another culture or learn a different language, by all means, let them be. Not everyone is trying to shit on every single culture they touch apart from theirs. Are there ignorant assholes out there? Of course, but hate and ignorance cannot drive the hate and ignorance away. Only love and information can do such thing.
Besides, mixing up things from two different cultures (in a respectful way of course) is so much fun! Despite what people will tell you, tex-mex dishes are awesome (this is coming from a Mexican) and it’s neat to taste an original dish with different ingredients.
It’s so much more fun to dance with people who know the same dance as you, even though they’re not from the same culture. It’s so much more fun to speak a language with people who also speak it, even though they’re not from the same country.
Sharing our culture with one another and caring for one another is what keeps the human race living. I am glad that SJWs’ movement is slowly crashing and burning, especially regarding cultural appropiation (they’re pulling out more and more things out of their asses), because a world with separated cultures is a world with walls dividing us.