lagertha-lodbrok:

reyairia:

meronym:

coffeewithants:

This is everything I have ever tried to articulate and failed because a man was talking over me.

This entire article. I keep saying this, and it’s just so baffling to me how almost everyone always disagrees with me on this, because this idea that women are so much more emotional than men, and that men so much more rational than women is just so consistently being proven wrong to me every day of my life.

omg I’ve been waiting for years for somebody to write this.

I remember when I was taking a psychology class in high school, our teacher insisted that men had more emotional needs than women. To prove it, he showed us a video of a study with mothers and their infants.

In the study, women would play peekaboo with their babies, but then after a while give them a blank :I look

The baby girls were mostly unaffected, the boys however, started crying.

Hell I don’t need a study, I just have to look at my parents. My dad gets upset if my mom isn’t there to constantly freaking baby him, while my mom is expected to work and come home and make dinner and put up with him even though he’s retired and doesn’t do shit around the house now.

So why the shit do we get saddled with the emotional, clingy reputation??

And men wonder we use “the silent treatment”. Because while y’all might not be aware of how emotionally charged you are, we are.

Without fail I have observed that this tactic, ignoring a dude, is a sure fire way to set them off. They cannot stand to go without acknowledgment. Dudes get increasingly more upset the longer you ignore them.

And yet it’s women who are “hysterical”. Why? Because we cry when you hurt us? Man, I can get a rise out of a dude in 20 mins by saying NOTHING and I’m the emotional one? Please.

literaryreference:

You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.

But then, then comes the fateful moment where you find out that all this time, he’s only seen you as a potential girlfriend. And then if you turn him down, he may never speak to you again. This has happened to me time after time: I hit it off with a guy, and, for all that I’ve been burned in the past, I start to think that this one might actually care about me as a person. And then he asks me on a date.

I tell him how much I enjoy his company, how much I value his friendship. I tell him that I really want to be his friend and to continue hanging out with him and talking about our favorite books or exploring new restaurants or making fun of avant-garde theatre productions. But he rejects me. He doesn’t answer my calls or e-mails; if we’d been making plans to do something before this fateful incident, these plans mysteriously fail to materialize. (This is why I never did get around to seeing the Hunger Games movie. Not to name any names, but thanks a lot, Tom.) Later, when I run into him at social events, our conversations are awkward and lukewarm. This is because the moment we met, he put me in the girlfriend-zone, and now he can’t see me as friend material.

I must say that I find this really unfair. I mean, I’m a nice girl. I have a lot to offer as a friend, like not being a douchebag and stuff. But males just don’t want to be friends with nice girls like me. They can’t help it, I guess; it’s just how they’re wired, biologically. Evolution conditioned our male hominid ancestors to seek nice girls as mates and form friendship bonds only with the other dudes that they hunted mammoths with. It’s true—I know this because I studied hominids in my fifth-grade science class.

So what’s the answer? Should I take up mammoth-hunting in an attempt to appeal to the friendship centers of men’s primal lizardbrains? Should I keep making guy “friends” and then prevent them from making a move on me by subtly undermining their self-confidence? Should I just give up on those manipulative, game-playing, two-faced bastards once and for all? I don’t know. I mean, I’d really like to have a true friendship with a guy someday, but it’s so hard to trust and respect them when they never say what they mean—and you never know when you might be relegated to the girlfriend-zone.

reproductivelyjust:

“…Accosting female patients on their way to abortion clinics was just like a game for them. My mother had begun to regularly sidewalk counsel and did convince a young, nineteen year-old woman from Grenada whom she met in the alley not to have an abortion. She dragged her into the fake “pregnancy counseling  centre”, the one beside The Morgentaler clinic on Harbord St., and shoved a bunch of pamphlets and a plastic fetus in her face asking her why she wanted to “kill her baby”. The young woman began to weep. This was a “victory” for her and made her the envy of other, more experienced, sidewalk “counselors” as they lamented “why do you get to save a baby, I’ve been doing this longer than you.”“