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PUBLISH ANONYMOUSLY PLEASE. I hope you don’t mind if I rant for a bit but I had a substitute teacher today that proudly called himself a misogynist in a class of all girls. I don’t think anyone was paying any attention, or they didn’t know what the word meant because there wasn’t any reaction. Until today I’d never met someone who’d just admit it so easily and to be honest it kinda scared me. I had him before and he also said men couldn’t be raped because women are too weak to overpower a man.
Hooooly shit that is disgusting. I really hope he was fired. That man should NEVER be allowed to influence the mind of young people. JFC.
It’s genuinely scary how there are some people like that. While still living in Hungary my IT teacher (a middle aged man) began the first class of the year by saying “I’m not even sure why the hell they decided to let girls learn about computers. You all gonna grow up to be housewives anyway and should focus more on home economics or sewing or something, because that’s what women are made for anyway!” the rant went on and finished it by saying. “You might want to bring something to entertain yourselves with, because I’m not going to prepare for this class, that’s for sure!” Now when I was in primary school, my school divided up girls and boys for half a year for these classes, boys would take IT for the first half of the school year, girls Technology and Home Economics/Social Studies. Then for the second half they switch. This asshole (really I can’t remember his name as this was 14 years ago and really no name is needed asshole suffices in this case!). He was a substitute teacher, kept there while the original IT teacher (a woman, a very smart lady at that and very kind and I’m not just saying that because she was a woman!) went on maternity leave, just before she could have the girls for six months. Anyway, I digress. The teacher followed up in his promise and we didn’t have any real lessons from the guy until he was pushed by parents and the principal to give us a test (Hungarian grading works on a yearly average of the student, having tests, recitals and the like to be graded on through the year.) So he gives us a sheet of paper, with really (I mean, REALLY) basic work sheet and told us to replicate it in Microsoft Word! He gave us a 2 hour class to complete a single page, that you really had to do nothing else for, but type in what was on the sheet, then create a dotted line below for someone to sign. Guess who has two thumbs and completed that worksheet in less then 10 minutes? Guess who helped all the other girls who were not as tech savvy to complete theirs in roughly around the same time? Me! I was so proud of myself and so smug to him for the rest of the time he had us! The guy was dumbstruck and we were given proper IT lessons after that and he quickly shut his mouth about what girls should and should not be studying after that!
So yeah! Go us!
We’ve started placing non-monetary bets on the likelihood that I’m asked about my personal life during publicity interviews.
So far I’ve been correct 100% of the time.
I can’t completely understand the fascination with my dating life; maybe I just really do a stellar job of keeping it ambiguous…
muji spice book
Traveling with your spice rack is not ideal. This is why Japanese company, Muji, has made a book of spices to make flavoring your food while away from home a little bit easier.
This book from Muji is full of pages that are made of spiced paper, which dissolve from the heat and moisture of cooking. Now that kick of white pepper or red chili is just a tear away. And, since it is compact and perfectly portable, the Muji spice book is ideal for when you’re traveling!
"- My Beef with the “I Love Boobies” Bracelets (via fxmuenchen)
Two other women, also breast cancer survivors, said their husbands left them after they were diagnosed. Both had to have mastectomies (in case anyone doesn’t know, this is the surgical operation to remove one or both breasts).
The first woman said her husband told her that he would rather see her dead than see her lose her breasts. The second woman had her operation and waited all day to be picked up by her husband, who never arrived. By nightfall, one of the nurses offered to give her a ride, and she came home to find the house empty.
Obviously, these are extreme cases of a man’s reaction to his wife’s breast cancer, but this is what I see when I see the “I ♥ Boobies” bracelets. I see love of the body parts, not the person being treated—not the patient, not the victim, not the survivor."