That’s just one more than religious people - no biggie.
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“Oh, those stupid modern ideas of feminism and gender equality! Gawd does it all sooooooo much better!”
(Thanks http://dramagoddess.tumblr.com/)
I hate to break it to her but her old self was right, patriarchy does hurt the Christian community. Not all Christian women want to be mothers and wives. Telling them the only thing God has for them is to be mothers and wives is fucking problematic. If you want to be a mother and a wife, great! More power to you. If you are privileged enough to be a stay at home mom and that is what you want, than great. Not all women (including Christian women!) want to be married or mothers. Not all Christian women are straight or cis. So yes, patriarchy hurts women whether or not you personally want to be a mother.
I can’t even with the “I was just so stressed back then!” comment. Um yeah. Living in a patriarchy is fucking stressful if you aren’t a white man.
This whole comment thread just makes me want to vom.
Hahahahahaahhaha oh I’m so glad I left those ridiculous notions of my “dreams” and “ambitions” behind to fulfill my duties as a ~*Biblical wife and mother*~ ahahaha stupid feminists don’t know what they’re missing. Equality is for men!
This shit has left me colder than Michele Bachmann’s glass eye. Y’all go ahead and do you. I’ll just be over here living in reality.
It reminds me of the time my mom told me I would become a conservative once I “started a family.” So condescending. Bump that. IF I have kids they’ll be receiving Cunt: A Declaration of Independence along with their complimentary copy of Our Bodies Ourselves. Building your own feminist army is the rare perk of having children. Also I have a strict “no anti-choice dick within a 10 mile radius of my vajeen” policy.
“no anti-choice dick within a 10 mile radius of my vajeen” policy
I love Bobbie.
This picture was supposed to be an entry for this contest. To sum it up, it’s about inter-faith tolerance and acceptance. The theme was to draw two or more people with different faiths ”in a peaceful and friendly mood”. Knowing the importance of accepting others regardless of what they believe in, I decided to give this theme a try. I had the idea for this picture stuck in my head: two girls, one Muslim and one Christian, in love.
I wanted to erase the stereotype about ”all religious people hating gays” and similar prejudices.
But then I saw rule g; ”no nudity, sex, gore, yaoi, yuri, inappropriate things”. Now, I was not intending to draw any inappropriate stuff or nudity, but the terms ”yaoi” and ”yuri” confused me, as they are term for japanese gay porn, NOT gay relationships in general. So I asked if I could draw two girls in love.
I wish I had screencaps for this discussion, because it was rather disillusioning and offensive. The creator of this contest of TOLERANCE basically said zoophilia and homosexuality were the same.
”based on your logic, someone can also say he loves his pet animal and by this, zoophilia will be also considered love.”
He also excluded gay Muslims from their faith, and spoke as if they do not exist. I for sure KNOW that there indeed ARE gay Muslims, and I ALSO know that being a homophobe isn’t a criteria for being a Muslim.
Why on earth would someone hold a contest about accepting and tolerating others regardless of what they happen to believe in, when they do not tolerate other’s way of life? I know that many gay people are rather hostile towards Islam because they think that all Muslims hate gay people. This is a stereotype. Why reinforce it when you are trying to fight this kind of prejudice? It’s awfully ironic.
He suddenly blocked me during the discussion, abruptly ending the conversation while still getting the last word.
Now: I encourage you all to draw a shitload of gay Muslims, Christians, Buddhists, Hinduists, Jews - heck, people of every different religion ever. Religion does not equal narrow mindness. Please spread this message and be a better example than this guy I had the discussion with.
hey look look
isn’t this beautiful ;__;
The contest and the contest runner are a pair of utter fails, but the art is so lovely.
Adorable picture, TERRIBLE person running the contest.
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Aaron Gouveia and his wife were already having the worst day of their lives. Then came the abortion protesters. [Source]
“You’re killing your unborn baby!”
That’s what they yelled at me and my wife on the worst day of our lives. As we entered the women’s health center on an otherwise perfect summer morning in Brookline, two women we had never met decided to pile onto the nightmare we had been living for three weeks. These “Christians” verbally accosted us—judged us—as we steeled ourselves for the horror of making the unimaginable, but necessary, decision to end our pregnancy at 16 weeks.
After extensive testing at a renowned Boston hospital three weeks earlier, we were told our baby had Sirenomelia. Otherwise known as Mermaid Syndrome, it’s a rare (one in every 100,000 pregnancies) congenital deformity in which the legs are fused together. Worse than that, our baby had no bladder or kidneys. Our doctors told us there was zero chance for survival.
I’m not a religious person and I’ve never believed in heaven or hell. But there is a hell on Earth. Hell is sitting next to the person you love most and listening to her wail hysterically because her heart just broke into a million pieces. Hell is watching her entire body convulse with sobs because she’s being tortured with grief. For as long as I live and no matter how many children we have, I will never forget that sound. And I vowed to do everything in my power to make sure she’d never make it again.
Across a crowded street, two people with “God Is Pro-Life!” signs and pictures of torn-up fetuses managed to drive the blade in even deeper. Again, I was left trying to console the inconsolable, feeling even more helpless this time, because I wasn’t allowed into surgery with her.
Running on pure adrenaline, and without even a hint of a plan, I grabbed my cell phone and crossed the street. I didn’t know what to say or how to say it, I just knew I wanted to make public the cowardice of these protesters. The video’s below—they didn’t disappoint.
I learned a few important things from this encounter. First, these people aren’t used to being confronted. They prey on the weak and they pounce on the wounded. It’s easy to berate people and shame them when they’re too beaten down to fight back. But I chose to do just that, and you can see what happened.
They spout the same tired rhetoric passed out at rallies and subway stations. They don’t have one salient response to any of my questions.
The most telling thing about their cowardice is when the woman on the right gets upset that I’m recording the conversation (which is perfectly legal) and then threatens to call the police. The irony is rich. She wanted to call the police because I was peacefully expressing my opinion on a public sidewalk and exercising my First Amendment rights, which is exactly what she was doing. But I’m not on “God’s side,” am I.
She also claims the women at the clinic are suicide risks. Even if she believed that were true, does she really think yelling at them and shaming them in public is going to encourage these women not to kill themselves?
After I took a walk and calmed down, it was time to pick up my wife and go home. When we pulled out of the clinic, the protesters were gone, and a police cruiser was parked nearby with the lights flashing. My wife, still groggy from the surgery, managed to crack a little smile, and asked, “What did you do?”
I have no idea if it was my interaction with the protesters that got them to leave. I doubt it was, but my wife was convinced that was the case. At first, I didn’t think of it as a big deal, and I actually felt a little foolish for getting so heated.
My wife, suddenly serious, pointed out a women entering the clinic. Within minutes, she said, that woman would be making a serious choice. Whether she kept her baby or not, it didn’t matter—what matters is that she can make the decision that’s right for her. And she can make it without people screaming at her.
My wife and I wanted our second child. We loved her. We even had a name for her, Alexandra.
You never know the circumstances surrounding this kind of decision. Consider this my plea: stop terrorizing women. Stop adding trauma to their trauma. If you’re able, stand up to these bullies in nonviolent ways. Speak out. And if you have a camera, use it.
—Aaron Gouveia is a regular contributor to The Good Men Project Magazine.
Post of the day. People have no business judging or thrusting their beliefs, moral, political, religious, or otherwise, onto anyone else. Live and let live.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lntlrq2Y0R1qd7hayo1_250.png)
Aaron Gouveia and his wife were already having the worst day of their lives. Then came the abortion protesters. [Source]
“You’re killing your unborn baby!”
That’s what they yelled at me and my wife on the worst day of our lives. As we entered the women’s health center on an otherwise perfect summer morning in Brookline, two women we had never met decided to pile onto the nightmare we had been living for three weeks. These “Christians” verbally accosted us—judged us—as we steeled ourselves for the horror of making the unimaginable, but necessary, decision to end our pregnancy at 16 weeks.
After extensive testing at a renowned Boston hospital three weeks earlier, we were told our baby had Sirenomelia. Otherwise known as Mermaid Syndrome, it’s a rare (one in every 100,000 pregnancies) congenital deformity in which the legs are fused together. Worse than that, our baby had no bladder or kidneys. Our doctors told us there was zero chance for survival.
I’m not a religious person and I’ve never believed in heaven or hell. But there is a hell on Earth. Hell is sitting next to the person you love most and listening to her wail hysterically because her heart just broke into a million pieces. Hell is watching her entire body convulse with sobs because she’s being tortured with grief. For as long as I live and no matter how many children we have, I will never forget that sound. And I vowed to do everything in my power to make sure she’d never make it again.
Across a crowded street, two people with “God Is Pro-Life!” signs and pictures of torn-up fetuses managed to drive the blade in even deeper. Again, I was left trying to console the inconsolable, feeling even more helpless this time, because I wasn’t allowed into surgery with her.
Running on pure adrenaline, and without even a hint of a plan, I grabbed my cell phone and crossed the street. I didn’t know what to say or how to say it, I just knew I wanted to make public the cowardice of these protesters. The video’s below—they didn’t disappoint.
I learned a few important things from this encounter. First, these people aren’t used to being confronted. They prey on the weak and they pounce on the wounded. It’s easy to berate people and shame them when they’re too beaten down to fight back. But I chose to do just that, and you can see what happened.
They spout the same tired rhetoric passed out at rallies and subway stations. They don’t have one salient response to any of my questions.
The most telling thing about their cowardice is when the woman on the right gets upset that I’m recording the conversation (which is perfectly legal) and then threatens to call the police. The irony is rich. She wanted to call the police because I was peacefully expressing my opinion on a public sidewalk and exercising my First Amendment rights, which is exactly what she was doing. But I’m not on “God’s side,” am I.
She also claims the women at the clinic are suicide risks. Even if she believed that were true, does she really think yelling at them and shaming them in public is going to encourage these women not to kill themselves?
After I took a walk and calmed down, it was time to pick up my wife and go home. When we pulled out of the clinic, the protesters were gone, and a police cruiser was parked nearby with the lights flashing. My wife, still groggy from the surgery, managed to crack a little smile, and asked, “What did you do?”
I have no idea if it was my interaction with the protesters that got them to leave. I doubt it was, but my wife was convinced that was the case. At first, I didn’t think of it as a big deal, and I actually felt a little foolish for getting so heated.
My wife, suddenly serious, pointed out a women entering the clinic. Within minutes, she said, that woman would be making a serious choice. Whether she kept her baby or not, it didn’t matter—what matters is that she can make the decision that’s right for her. And she can make it without people screaming at her.
My wife and I wanted our second child. We loved her. We even had a name for her, Alexandra.
You never know the circumstances surrounding this kind of decision. Consider this my plea: stop terrorizing women. Stop adding trauma to their trauma. If you’re able, stand up to these bullies in nonviolent ways. Speak out. And if you have a camera, use it.
—Aaron Gouveia is a regular contributor to The Good Men Project Magazine.Post of the day. People have no business judging or thrusting their beliefs, moral, political, religious, or otherwise, onto anyone else. Live and let live.
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA EPIC CHURCH FAIL HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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Holy Hell of the Day: Looking for a preview of tomorrow’s Rapture theatrics? This advance trailer for the End Times thriller Rapture should hold you over until the real thing starts.
As for Rapture, sadly, this is all you’ll get to see: The film it isn’t scheduled to hit theaters until August.
