Friendly reminder to check your breasts while you’re just sitting there scrolling the internet, then reblog so your followers do the same. Two people I know were just diagnosed within the same week.
these are the things that need spread. not fucking ribbons and the words “breast cancer awareness.” we know it exists. just knowing it exists isn’t going to help much.
for everyone who has breasts or is rather busty in the chest area (because men can get it too and not everyone who has breasts is a woman)
top right is clearly summoning tiddy chi for a tiddyspirit bomb attack
for more cancer self-checking
Anyone know how women can self-check for ovarian or cervical cancer, or is that just necessitating a gynecologist?
You have to go to a gynecologist. Also if you’re uncertain of your family history and/or have a KNOWN family history of cancer you should ALSO speak to a gynecologist because they can do blood testing for genetic risk. ALSO also, if you’re a transmale and you have family history AND a genetic risk via testing, insurance may be required to pay for your top surgery.
please see an actual doctor. please seek the opinion of a medical professional. please don’t just rely on what you see via tumblr about “med pros dont care.”
i’m not a vegan in a “yeah, my consumption of certain foodstuffs entails horrific suffering of sentient animals, and I’ve thought about that a lot and accepted it because I really like meat” sort of way
but the “vegans are annoying” / “found the vegan” attitude I see so often on tumblr strikes me as hugely callous – ethical vegans seem like people who have really thought about the amount of suffering we inflict on animals and said, no, this is unacceptable, this is wrong
sometimes when I see a thread where people are mocking vegans, I feel like I’m in a room where someone is being brutally tortured, everyone knows this person is being brutally tortured, and there’s one person who starts screaming about it and yelling at people to help make it stop, and everyone else jeers at them and calls them pushy and says “here are some people who really need that person to be tortured to maintain good health! gotcha, vegan!” or “in some agricultural environments, it’s impossible to live off purely torture free diets! gotcha, vegan!”
(Which, as far as I know, are true and good points! Humans probably cannot go meat free as a species yet! But the people who bring up these points against vegans often do it so gleefully, as if they’re happy that animals must always suffer so that the world vegans want cannot come about)
and the really annoying person screaming their head off seems to the only sane person sometimes, the only one who is reacting appropriately, and I stand there as they get mocked, holding my greasy drumstick, feeling uneasy
Try being the person who literally requires meat to stay healthy and getting screamed at by fucking vegans all the damn time about how you “promote murder!” and shit and see if it doesn’t make you want to turn around and mock the people screaming at you. Particularly when they also throw fits about wool (shearing! does not! hurt! the sheep! It’s a haircut!) or about using other animal products like leather because you believe in not wasting useful parts if you’re going to kill something for food anyway and also leather is fucking durable and owning one leather purse or belt that won’t wear out within your entire lifetime is more overall environmentally- AND long-term-budget-friendly than getting a new plastic one every two years when it falls apart.
Also like. You realize that it’s possible to get your meat and other animal products NOT from factory farms? From animals that HAVEN’T been “tortured” as you insist on putting it (also most farms do not “torture” their animals, that would not lead to good quality meats, stress is bad for the flavor, are you aware that PETA is full of shit)? You realize that unless one is both rich and very careful about their sourcing, strict vegan diets tend to just offset the suffering from animals to exploited human farmworkers who now can’t afford to eat the staple crops they’ve relied on forever because all the vegans are eating quinoa in bulk to get their protein now?
Vegans who mind their own business and don’t attempt to police other people’s diets are fine. I really don’t care what other people eat or don’t eat. But if you’re gonna act like you have a moral high ground just because you think the poor widdle cows are too cute to eat and have no idea what actually happens on most farms but want to make shit up to feel morally superior to people who think cows are tasty you can go choke on your probably-slave-labor-produced quinoa salad.
if you’re gonna act like you have a moral high ground just because you think the poor widdle cows are too cute to eat and have no idea what actually happens on most farms but want to make shit up to feel morally superior to people who think cows are tasty you can go choke on your probably-slave-labor-produced quinoa salad.
“Butch/femme are lesbian only identities bc they started as a part of lesbian culture”
So are we just… going to pretend that bisexuals didn’t exist in the 1950s and participated in those same spaces? Okay, cool.
Ps. I’m a lesbian don’t @ me
Also are we gonna pretend that Butch/Femme doesn’t also have several permutations as a Queer relationship model that transcends the Male=relationship lead female=relationship follower of hetero relationships from the same time period?
Are we going to ignore that Butch/Femme isn’t a label that some gay men adopted because it more easily reflects a non-het relationship structure that goes beyond the (mostly) sexuality of Top/bottom and also offers a nonbinary relationship model that might make some people more comfortable than other terminology…?
Cuz uhhhhh if you have a better option for those people I’d love to see it. But if not, I’m still gonna be calling myself; me, a transmale gay dude; my boyfriend’s Butch because that just reflects the realities of our situation.
it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive
like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth
thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in
it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with
men, obviously, loathed the whole affair
(1864)
(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)
(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)
(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)
it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there
and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too
(1880s)
(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)
(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)
hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement
Gonna add something as someone who’s worn a lot of period stuff for theatre:
The reason you suck at doing things in a hoop skirt is because you’re not used to doing things in a hoop skirt.
The first time I got in a Colonial-aristocracy dress I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The construction didn’t actually allow me to raise my arms all the way over my head (yes, that’s period-accurate). We had one dresser to every two women, because the only things we could put on ourselves were our tights, shifts, and first crinoline. Someone else had to lace our corsets, slip on our extra crinolines, hold our arms to balance us while a second person actually put the dresses on us like we were dolls, and do up our shoes–which we could not put on ourselves because we needed to be able to balance when the dress went on. My entire costume was almost 40 pounds (I should mention here that many of the dresses were made entirely of upholstery fabric), and I actually did not have the biggest dress in the show.
We wore our costumes for two weeks of rehearsal, which is quite a lot in university theatre. The first night we were all in dress, most of the ladies went propless because we were holding up our skirts to try and get a feel for both balance and where our feet were in comparison to where it looked like they should be. I actually fell off the stage.
By opening night? We were square-dancing in the damn things. We had one scene where our leading man needed to whistle, but he didn’t know how and I was the only one in the cast loud enough to be heard whistling from under the stage, so I was also commando-crawling underneath him at full speed trying to match his stage position–while still in the dress. And petticoats. And corset. Someone took my shoes off for that scene so I could use my toes to propel myself and I laid on a sheet so I wouldn’t get the dress dirty, but that was it–I was going full Solid Snake in a space about 18″ high, wearing a dress that covered me from collarbones to floor and weighed as much as a five-year-old child. And it worked beautifully.
These women knew how to wear these clothes. It’s a lot less “restrictive” when it’s old hat.
I have worn hoop skirts a lot, especially in summer. I still wear hoop skirts if I’m going to be at an event where I will probably be under stage lights. (For example, Vampire Ball.)
I can ride public transportation while wearing them. I can take a taxi while wearing them. I can go on rides at Disneyland while wearing them. Because I’ve practiced wearing them and twisting the rigid-but-flexible skirt bones so I can sit on them and not buffet other people with my skirts.
Hoop skirts are awesome.
Hoop skirts are also air conditioning. If you ever go to reenactments in the South, particularly in summer, you’ll notice a lot of ladies gently swaying in their big 1860s skirts – because it fans all the sweaty bits. You’ll be much cooler in a polished cotton gown with full sleeves, ruffles, and hoopskirt than in a riding jacket and trousers, let me promise you! (This is part of the reason many enslaved women also enthusiastically preferred larger skirts – they had more to do than sit in the shade, but they’d get a bit of a breeze from the hoops’ movement as they were walking.)
They’re also – and I can’t emphasize enough how important this is – really easy to pee in. If you’re in split-crotch drawers (which, until at least the 1890s, you were), you can take an easy promenade a few feet away from the gents and then squat down and pee in pretty much total privacy. It gives so much freedom in travel when it’s not a problem to pee most anywhere.
People also don’t realize that corsets themselves were a HUGE HUGE IMPROVEMENT over previous support-garment styles – and if you have large breasts that don’t naturally float freely above your ribcage (which some people’s do! but it’s not that common), corsets are often an improvement over modern bras.
They hold up the breasts from underneath, taking the weight of them off your back. Most historical corset styles don’t have shoulder straps, so you’re not bearing the weight of your breast there, either, and you can raise your arms as far as your dress’s shoulder line allows (which is the actually restrictive bit – in my 1830s dress, literally all I can do is work in my lap, but in my 1890s dress I can paddle a kayak or draw a longbow with no trouble. Both in a full corset). They support your back and reduce the physical effort it takes to not slouch, helping avoid back pain. They’re rigid enough that you don’t usually have to adjust your clothing to keep it where it belongs. They’re flexible – if you’re having a bloaty PMS day you just … don’t lace it as tightly, and if your back muscles are sore you can lace it a little tighter. And you can undo a cup (or, y’know, not have breast cups) to nurse a baby without losing any of the structural integrity of the garment.
I do educational/historical dressing and people are really insistent, like, “The corset was invented by a man, wasn’t it?” “Actually, women were at the forefront of changing undergarment styles throughout the 19th century!” “But it’s true that it was invented by a man.”
Uh, well, it’s hard to say who “invented” the style but it’s very likely that women’s dressmakers mostly innovated women’s corsets and men’s tailors mostly innovated men’s corsets, honey. Because those exist too.
Also? These fashions are about taking up space. They’re about being loud and visible and saying HERE I AM. About saying “I’m so rich, I need someone to help me dress every morning.” And about saying, “I am not solely here for male consumption”–there’s a reason so many cartoons lampooning women’s fashion are about how hard those ladies are to kiss, and how impossible it’d be to have a quick fuck in them. (Which it actually isn’t, but that’s beside the point)
Historical women’s fashions aren’t 100% unproblematic and absolutely wonderful. They make stark class distinctions incredibly visible, because you simply cannot wear some of these dresses and keep them maintained without a private staff to do a ton of work for you. They upheld a standard of femininity a lot of women were excluded from. They limited women’s and girls’ participation in sports and athletics.
Worst Case vs. Best Case Scenarios by Karina Farek.
This is a great joke, but it’s also a wonderful strategy for reducing anxiety that I learned about in therapy. If you’re ever nervous about something, just ask yourself: what’s the best thing that can happen? What’s the worst thing? What will most likely happen?
It does wonders for your nerves, really does.
My counsellor walks me through this all the time and it works??
what the hell makes y’all think you have any ability to harm an ancient and undefeated cultural juggernaut like japan?
you think just because they’re not white they must be colonized victims clinging to the edge of existence, and your whiteness is so potent it could accidentally destroy them if you don’t treat them with great delicacy.
if that’s not racist i don’t know what is.
japanese culture will eat you for breakfast. it does not fear you. your weeaboo phase is to japanese culture as ants to godzilla. settle down.
At best they think you’re annoying and that you don’t care to reach for the greater context of what you’re consuming; anime and that’s it; and wish you’d actually get involved in the culture since so many of the current generation in Japan are “rebellious” and going against the cultural norms.
At worst, they’re rolling their eyes and thinking “more gaijin otaku.” At best, they’re hoping you’ll actually get ingrained in the culture and enjoy it for how it really is.
what;s the point of having animals if you won’t let them on the furniture, you stupid bitch
I could do without the “stupid bitch” for not letting farm animals onto the furniture after trotting around in goat-crap fields all day thanks
Because then this happens
And that’s a cat. A house cat. A house cat that, at most, has been in the litter and might have a dirty butt that you don’t want on your clean dishes and potentially your counters; but is in reality no more filthy than YOU are.
I know. I just making the slightly hot take that if we don’t let the cat on the furniture he does weird poses on the beanbags instead. (The room in question doesn’t actually HAVE furniture, hence the beanbag posing. He is absolutely not allowed on the benches tho)
I kinda feel like OP was talking about those weird people who don’t let house pets on the couch which…fair…but went about it in a weirdly insulting way without thinking that there are other reasons to own animals than ‘housepet’.
I would really like to see them trying to deal with working dogs on the couch tho! Or these girls haha!
Oh jeez, yeah that didn’t come through, sorry. Those are some very, VERY PRETTY ladies!! And also yes, they would not be allowed in the house.
I mean, I’d rather not have a dog on the couch regardless of work status just because I cannot bathe a dog every day, and who has the time AND spoons for a thorough daily-brushing…? So I’ll probably not be owning a dog at any point in the near future, but will instead have cats, rodents, and perhaps some reptiles at some point.
Most of my cats’ furniture is more expensive than mine to begin with (120$ cat tree vs a couch we got for FREE, 70$ tree vs an executive desk someone was tossing out for being scratched-)
But there’s the added unfortunate point that the free couch is also shredded to hell in spite of the fact that they have perfectly functioning scratch boards and posts around the house to decimate. I can understand someone not wanting their animal on a very expensive bit of furniture, especially as said expensive piece might be 1: easier to clean than an alternative, 2: hard to repair, 3: part of a matched set.
Dogs can’t help that they have claws! Cats also need to scratch things sure… but I’d rather they didn’t tear up my carpets and make a damage deposit impossible to get back because of it.
Those are some very, VERY PRETTY ladies!! And also yes, they would not be allowed in the house.
House Of Crows 