Anonymous said: how does TiNJ feel about the labels "social justice warrior"? esp given the negative connotations often pushed around. do you guys identify as "social justice warriors" or something else?


It’s a set phrase like “political correctness gone mad” that tells me I  shouldn’t take the person who uses it seriously.

There are many valid critiques to be made about political trends on Tumblr, such as US-centrism, hyperfocus on individual choice over communal responsibility, quasi-magical belief in petitions, lack of generational perspective (because Tumblr skews young) and so on, but people who use the word “SJW” aren’t interested in making serious constructive critiques. They just want to regress to an older status quo when people didn’t talk about this stuff so openly on the internet.

The vast majority of “SJWs” are not activists and don’t consider themselves activists—they’re just speaking about issues that affect them personally at this moment in their lives. I think the origin of the term comes from the fact that many people whose identities are normalized in their communities—e.g. white cis non-disabled men—view themselves as living in the “real world” where “real things get done” while everyone else who doesn’t agree with them lives in a kind of game, like World of Warcraft or something. 


Most girls are relentlessly told that we will be treated how we demand to be treated. If we want respect, we must respect ourselves.

This does three things. Firstly, it gets men off the hook for being held accountable for how they treat women. And secondly, it makes women feel that the mistreatment and sometimes outright violence they face due to their gender is primarily their fault. And thirdly, it positions women to be unable to speak out against sexism because we are made to believe any sexism we experience would not have happened if we had done something differently.

I cannot demand a man to respect me. No more than I can demand that anybody do anything. I can ask men to be nice to me. But chances are if I even have to ask he does not care to be nice. I can express displeasure when I’m not being respected. But that doesn’t solve the issue that I was disrespected in the first place.

I can choose to not deal with a man once he proves to be disrespectful and/or sexist. But even that does not solve the initial problem of the fact that I had to experience being disrespected in the first place.

As a young girl, I wish that instead of being told that I needed to demand respect from men that I had been told that when I am not respected by men that it’s his fault and not mine. But that would require that we quit having numerous arbitrary standards for what it means to be a “respectable” woman. It would mean that I am not judged as deserving violence based on how I speak, what I wear, what I do, and who I am.


— excerpt from “FYI, I Cannot “Demand” Respect From Men so Stop Telling Me That!" @ One Black Girl. Many Words.  (via fajazo)

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It’s a cute little thing though.

Sometimes it is hard to remember that owls are incredibly dangerous predators seen by cultures throughout  the world as ill omens. Especially when they look like toasted marshmallows.

My boss once described them as flying pillows filled with seething hatred.

Further confirming that owls are the avian equivalent of cats.

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bodies require food
bodies require rest
bodies require attention
bodies require patience

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"Take boots, for example. [Vimes] earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles.

But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that’d still be keeping his feet dry in ten years’ time, while a poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet."

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This is how it is really expensive to be poor. 

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The best description of poverty I have ever read.


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