i was 14 and i was walking through a mall by myself at 12am after my shift at coldstone creamery lol and a bunch of men started whistling and meowing and getting really close to me and they kept asking me questions and i kept not answering until i didnât know what else to do so i said âiâm only 14â and almost in unison they said âwe donât careâ i was so fucking scared i didnât know what to do and they kept talking about how i looked and how my body looked and what they would do i was on the verge of tears i was all alone in a huge mall i knew i couldnât outrun them all i felt totally hopeless until a maintenance worker came up to all of us with a huge industrial broom in her hand, i thought she was going to yell at all of us for being in the mall after hours bc she probably thought we were all friends but instead she cursed all of them out in spanish, threatened to press a panic button on her belt and then proceeded to walk me to the basement garage and waited with me until my mom got there to pick me up she had a death grip on her cart the whole time and a face of steel she looked so strong and i just kept saying thank you and she kept saying not to thank her because she had to stop them.
that was the moment i realized women were the most important beings on this planet and we have to protect each other bc nobody else is going to, she didnât even know me, we couldnât even communicate that well because of the language barrier, she could have lost her job for waiting with me in the parking lot but she looked out for me when she didnât have to, she had nothing to gain from it, iâm 21 now and i tell everyone this story even though it happened 7 years ago, what she did that night helped me form and shape lot of my beliefs early on.Â
i was at a grocery store really late one night and some old guy kind of eyed me as i walked out of the store next to this other lady. She and I made eye contact and i knew she was scared too. we loaded up our groceries into our cars as fast as possible and I had way more bags than her so she got done faster than me. I panicked because i was sure she was going to leave so i just hurried faster, shaking a little, and then i noticed she sat in her car, watching me and making sure nobody came near. She waited not until all my groceries were loaded, or until my cart was put away, or until I got into my car. No, she didnât drive away until I drove away.Â
And that was the moment that I realized how much women need other women. That we canât win this war without each other and we have to be looking out for each other, every second.Â
On a tiny island in a lake in Russia exists a tiny little church waiting to be discovered. Itâs located near St. Petersburg, and close to the border with Finland. It appears in the woods, with its gold top, like something right out of a fairytale. The church was actually built in 2000 by an architect and university professor. Itâs called the Church of the Transfiguration of Andrew. Itâs named after the apostle Andrew, but the architectâs name also happened to be Andrew.
I just took this quiz to find out what Shakespeare archetype i am
I got âThe girl whoâs always disguising herself as a boy for some reasonâ and im LAUGHING so hard itâs so real
Tag your results and your MBTI type because they are totally scientifically related to each other.
the bastard prince
Iâm the bastard prince
I am INTP and got the Powerful Queen
Perhaps you are Titania, fairy queen of the forest. Or maybe youâre Cleopatra, clever queen of Egypt. Possibly youâre Lady Macbeth, who becomes queen of Scotland in the fullness of time. The point is there are many ways to be a queen, and whether you live or die depends entirely on how many murders you committed, oversaw, or actively encouraged during your reign. (Unless you are Anne Boleyn, in which case good luck with that.)
I just learned about the âHusband Stitchâ a few days ago and iâm still fucking mortified. Womenâs bodies do not exist for the pleasure of their boyfriends or husbands.
 Doctors who perform this procedure without the consent of the pregnant person are evil misogynists, undeserving of the privilege of working with pregnant women and other people.
Oh my god, nooooo.
If this is done incorrectly (and yes, I know someone this was done incorrectly to) it makes sex really uncomfortable, like realllly uncomfortable, and can require follow-up surgery to fix. The person I know who this was done to ended up with the, uh, outside getting the âhusband stitchâ but the inside⊠not? So she ended up with a little âlipâ of tissue that would get seriously irritated during sex, and over a decade later had to have another doctor go back in and snip that âextra stitchâ open.Â
I was first introduced to the husband stitch in 2014, when a friend in medical school told me about a birth her classmate observed. After the baby was delivered, the doctor said to the womanâs husband, âDonât worry, Iâll sew her up nice and tight for you,â and the two men laughed while the woman lay between them, covered in her own and her babyâs blood and feces. The story terrified me, the laughter in particular, signaling some understanding of wrongdoing, some sheepishness in doing it anyway. The helplessness of the woman, her body being altered without her consent by two people she has to trust: her partner, her doctor.
So many people donât even know what this is. The Wikipedia article on the husband stitch was published this month.Â
Just adding my voice that this is indeed real and it was done to me. I havenât enjoyed sex since I had my son and honestly Iâm concerned about having a second child because I was so âsmallâ the first time around I ended up with 3rd degree tearing.
Yes I have that same lip and the only reason I never went back to get it fixed is the conception/birth was so traumatic I couldnât bring myself to be touched like that by doctors for years.
Just, be aware and let someone advocate for you when youâre in labor. Ask your OBGYN their thoughts on this and choose carefully.
Sylvia Plath:Â There certainly isnât enough genuine talent for us to take notice.
Rudyard Kipling:Â Iâm sorry Mr. Kipling, but you just donât know how to use the English language.
Emily Dickinson:Â [Your poems] are quite as remarkable for defects as for beauties and are generally devoid of true poetical qualities.
Ernest Hemingway (on The Torrents of Spring): It would be extremely rotten taste, to say nothing of being horribly cruel, should we want to publish it.
Dr. Seuss:Â Too different from other juveniles on the market to warrant its selling.
The Diary of Anne Frank:Â The girl doesnât, it seems to me, have a special perception or feeling which would lift that book above the âcuriosityâ level.
Richard Bach (on Jonathan Livingston Seagull): will never make it as a paperback. (Over 7.25 million copies sold)
H.G. Wells (on The War of the Worlds): An endless nightmare. I do not believe it would âtakeââŠI think the verdict would be âOh donât read that horrid bookâ. And (on The Time Machine): It is not interesting enough for the general reader and not thorough enough for the scientific reader.
Edgar Allan Poe:Â Readers in this country have a decided and strong preference for works in which a single and connected story occupies the entire volume.
Herman Melville (on Moby Dick): We regret to say that our united opinion is entirely against the book as we do not think it would be at all suitable for the Juvenile Market in [England]. It is very long, rather old-fashionedâŠ
Jack London:Â [Your book is] forbidding and depressing.
William Faulkner: If the book had a plot and structure, we might suggest shortening and revisions, but it is so diffuse that I donât think this would be of any use. My chief objection is that you donât have any story to tell. And two years later: Good God, I canât publish this!
Stephen King (on Carrie): We are not interested in science fiction which deals with negative utopias. They do not sell.
Joseph Heller (on Catchâ22): I havenât really the foggiest idea about what the man is trying to say⊠Apparently the author intends it to be funny â possibly even satire â but it is really not funny on any intellectual level ⊠From your long publishing experience you will know that it is less disastrous to turn down a work of genius than to turn down talented mediocrities.
George Orwell (on Animal Farm): It is impossible to sell animal stories in the USA.
Oscar Wilde (on Lady Windermereâs Fan): My dear sir, I have read your manuscript. Oh, my dear sir.
Vladimir Nabokov (on Lolita): ⊠overwhelmingly nauseating, even to an enlightened Freudian ⊠the whole thing is an unsure cross between hideous reality and improbable fantasy. It often becomes a wild neurotic daydream ⊠I recommend that it be buried under a stone for a thousand years.
The Tale of Peter Rabbit was turned down so many times, Beatrix Potter initially self-published it.
Lust for Life by Irving Stone was rejected 16 times, but found a publisher and went on to sell about 25 million copies.
John Grishamâs first novel was rejected 25 times.
Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen (Chicken Soup for the Soul) received 134 rejections.
Robert Pirsig (Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance) received 121 rejections.
Gertrude Stein spent 22 years submitting before getting a single poem accepted.
Judy Blume, beloved by children everywhere, received rejections for two straight years.
A Wrinkle in Time by Madeline LâEngle received 26 rejections.
Frank Herbertâs Dune was rejected 20 times.
Carrie by Stephen King received 30 rejections.
The Diary of Anne Frank received 16 rejections.
Harry Potter and The Philosopherâs Stone by J.K. Rolling was rejected 12 times.
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