confusedcatsagainstfeminism:

Confused Cats Against Feminism is a project of We Hunted the Mammoth:The New Misogyny, tracked and mocked.



Really? I thought feminists loved boxes. #seewhatididthere

confusedcatsagainstfeminism:

Confused Cats Against Feminism is a project of We Hunted the Mammoth:The New Misogyny, tracked and mocked.

Really? I thought feminists loved boxes. #seewhatididthere

If you’re easily offended, your beliefs lack a solid foundation. If another human being’s ‘otherness’ is a threat to your faith, your faith is weak. If I were GOD, I would throw you out of my fan club.
I hang out with a lot of Christians.  However, the minute they feel some need to tell me that I need to change who I am to please their imaginary friend in the sky is the minute we stop hanging out.

hungrylikethewolfie:

steamfitter:

yourpervert:


In 1808, Napoleon, running out of scenic holiday destinations to invade, somehow totally forgot about his neighbor to the south, Spain. So that year he dispatched his troops, kicking off the Peninsular War.
Only 20 years old and working as a barmaid in the town of Valdepenas, Juana Galan was not expecting a surge of French soldiers to come storming through her village. But on June 6, that’s exactly what happened. At that time, most of the men were fighting Napoleon’s forces elsewhere in the nation. Juana, unfazed by things like rifles and Frenchmen and French riflemen, began organizing the women in her village to form a trap for the approaching army.
When the army arrived, Juana and her friends were ready. They dumped boiling water and oil on the French troops, which by all accounts will instantly take the fight out of pretty much anyone. Then Juana, armed with only a batan, beat back the heavily armed French cavalry with her squad of village women, almost none of whom were armed with guns.
The French retreated, giving up on capturing not just Juana’s town but the entire province of La Mancha, leading to ultimate Spanish victory. Today, she is seen in Spain as a national hero, a symbol of resistance, strength, patriotism, feminism and hitting shit with a stick.
(x)

That’s one hell of a portrait.

hitting shit with a stick

This is maybe the best portrait of anyone that I’ve ever seen, ever.

hungrylikethewolfie:

steamfitter:

yourpervert:

In 1808, Napoleon, running out of scenic holiday destinations to invade, somehow totally forgot about his neighbor to the south, Spain. So that year he dispatched his troops, kicking off the Peninsular War.

Only 20 years old and working as a barmaid in the town of Valdepenas, Juana Galan was not expecting a surge of French soldiers to come storming through her village. But on June 6, that’s exactly what happened. At that time, most of the men were fighting Napoleon’s forces elsewhere in the nation. Juana, unfazed by things like rifles and Frenchmen and French riflemen, began organizing the women in her village to form a trap for the approaching army.

When the army arrived, Juana and her friends were ready. They dumped boiling water and oil on the French troops, which by all accounts will instantly take the fight out of pretty much anyone. Then Juana, armed with only a batan, beat back the heavily armed French cavalry with her squad of village women, almost none of whom were armed with guns.

The French retreated, giving up on capturing not just Juana’s town but the entire province of La Mancha, leading to ultimate Spanish victory. Today, she is seen in Spain as a national hero, a symbol of resistance, strength, patriotism, feminism and hitting shit with a stick.

(x)

That’s one hell of a portrait.

hitting shit with a stick

This is maybe the best portrait of anyone that I’ve ever seen, ever.

(via themarysue)


It’s better to hide, my dear
In an artificial twilight of our own creation
The pain may end too soon,
But the suffering is forever
Our mother loves us, and would never let us go
Unnaturally prolonging our lives, too long lived
Our blood stains the walls
The floors, the ceiling
Our shallow breathing can be heard down the halls
We tremble and we weep
In the safety of our half-lit sanctuary
She will not kill us, so we will wait to die

Ode To A Dying Cat:

Lady R’s cat is dying, but she’s in denial.  She won’t take her in to end her suffering; she’s convinced she’ll bounce back.  So Grrrbles (the cat) just lays in our bathroom, bleeding all over the place and slowly dying.  This is bullshit.


(via rykerking123)


Jenny McCarthy admits she’s only famous for trying to murder children.

Jenny McCarthy admits she’s only famous for trying to murder children.


I’ve been busy. Here’s a Lunar Baboon comic.

I’ve been busy. Here’s a Lunar Baboon comic.


cracked:

[via]

"We are like kin!"

cracked:

[via]

"We are like kin!"


I’m freaking exhausted. (Cue maniacal laughter)


Last Wednesday I finally went into labor. Due to a sudden and unexpected spike in my blood pressure, I had to have a cesarean delivery. It was freaking weird. My sister had had one six years ago, and it was a bad experience for her. So naturally I was anxious about the whole thing. But all went well…until they took my son to the NICU two days later because of some wonky blood work. They were concerned that he had spinal meningitis. I’m happy to say he came home Sunday with a clean bill of health.
This Thanksgiving I’d say it’s obvious what I’m thankful for.