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Lisa Simpson at Stuff-n-Hug

This really says a LOT

simpsons is so next level

I took my girls shopping for some summer clothes Saturday. T-shirts, jeans, shorts. They both love Marvel and superheroes and transformers and Hogwarts and stuff like that. Not so much pink and pretty stuff. They’ve both grown so much that this was the first time we were shopping in the grown up women’s section. Boring selections when it comes to t-shirts. Flowers and zebras and butterflies.

But what was making it near impossible was that all the t-shirts, the few they kinda-sorta liked, had either low/wide cut necklines or were extremely tailored for nipped in waists with little cap sleeves and short hemlines. Showing way too much skin for their ages as far as we all were concerned. So we headed over to the men’s section. A whole WALL full of properly cut tees with great designs on them!

They ran over and started hunting up things they liked. Two women were stocking shelves. 

"You know these are MEN’S shirts."

"The girl’s section is over there."

"There’s not gonna be any Princesses over here, darlin’."

"These shirts are for the boys."

"This isn’t going to fit you right, honey."

I ignored the first time one of them said anything. Just told the girls what sizes they needed to look for and that they could each pick five shirts. But the women kept interrupting me. I tried to stay polite. “Yes, I know this is the men’s department.” But they kept making comments.

Finally I was getting mad. I told them we didn’t need any help. My girls were allowed to wear whatever they liked and they didn’t like the shirt designs in the women’s section and I didn’t like how low the necklines were.

Instead of just noticing that I was getting fed up with their “help”, they started arguing with me! One of them told my oldest, who is conventionally cute and skinny and starting to fill out (but still only 12), that “Oh that’s just because he’s your daddy. He doesn’t understand that a girl wants to show off for the boys!”

That was the last straw. I’m afraid I totally lost my temper. I told them (amongst a few other choice words) that they’d better walk away and come back to finish restocking the shelves once we’d left the area or I’d get the manager.

I try hard not to be rude to sales people and people in the service industry. That’s a difficult and thankless job. But for fuck’s sake! The first few comments were bad enough, but trying to undermine my moral authority with my kids? All in the name of  gender and sexuality policing. They couldn’t get past the idea that my girls might prefer t-shirts that had “boy” designs on them and that didn’t hyper-sexualize them. The idea was abhorrent to them and they had to interfere and then KEEP interfering.

Once our sales “help” was gone, the girls found a bunch of shirts. Captain America, Minecraft, Doctor Who, Batman, Avengers. All the stuff they’re into. I mean, they also like MLP and Littlest Pet Shop and soft fluffy stuffed animals and Monster High dolls. We hit the toy section too for some of that stuff cos they brought their saved-up allowances with them. 

At least we didn’t get any “help” in the shoe section. They’d’ve had a cow again cos while the youngest found a cute pair of pink and purple sneakers, I ‘let’ the oldest go to the men’s section and find a cool pair of dark blue and grey ones. (and omg their feet are huge! youngest wears a women’s size 9.5 and oldest wars a men’s 8. FFS, I wear a men’s 8.5. Their feet are almost as big as mine! How’d that happen?)

I hate this gender policing shit and won’t put up with it at all. I always feel for kids whose parents enforce this shit. I see it at stores when a girl or boy strays outside the lines, too often the parents are the one who pull them back into their place and it makes me sad.

Like, their friends who are boys, when they’re over at our house, they sit there and play with the girl toys as much as the boy toys. One of the boys loves playing LPS with my youngest, making up stories and stuff. The first time I walked out into the playroom and saw, he got so nervous and tried to say that he was just doing it to be nice to her. I told him that it was fine. He could play with whatever he wanted to and I wouldn’t tell anyone. Word got around to the other boys I guess cos now they all play whatever and don’t stop if I “catch” them.

I get shit from my mom about it too. I’m trying to make them into little boys. I shouldn’t have bought them trucks and toy swords when they were little. The oldest needs to learn to start wearing dresses now not just blue jeans. Why did I ‘let’ her get her hair cut short? I need to put the youngest on a diet and make her wear training bras. Why do I let them play with boys? etc etc etc. 

*eyeroll.gif*

I just find it so hard to believe that it’s the 21st century and people are still getting their knickers in a twist over this kind of thing.

^^^^ This man deserves a dad of the year award. ^^^^

  • cas:

    *stands up to a fucking archangel*

  • cas:

    *escapes a holy fire circle by using a demon as a bridge*

  • cas:

    *banishes a room full of angels by carving a banishing sigil into his own chest*

  • cas:

    *molotov cocktails the most powerful angel in heaven*

  • cas:

    *slaughters thousands of angels and hundreds of humans*

  • cas:

    *hides a tablet uNDER HIS OWN SKIN*

  • cas:

    *digs a bullet out of his flesh and kills another angel with it*

  • spn fandom:

    aw look at the cute helpless adorable baby

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greteh:

gallifrey-feels:

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that-slenderman:

yumegawa:

The child wakes up, expecting to see a familiar face of terror before him, but what he sees is a white emptiness, gently carrying him away from the burning house.

It wasn’t the face of a monster, unlike the one in his home; who leave its painful marks on his fragile body, who hurt his mom until she died of grief, and unable to help him… no it was pale white, eyeless but he find it comforting.

“Just like those dummies in the mall where mom used to take me to…” he thought. 

He held tightly on his ghostly savior, and close his eyes to sleep in his arms, as he was taken far away from his burning home, from the monster, and into the forest.  

#he comes for the children #he’ll fucking kill anyone who will abuse a child

Tumblr, turning a terrifying urban legend into a misunderstood saviour.

OH I LIKE THIS MUCH BETTER

so let me get this straight

if Slender Man is a good guy who goes after child abusers and child molesters

IN SLENDER YOU ARE THE MONSTER

HE IS THE HERO AND YOU ARE THE DEMON HE’S HUNTING DOWN TO SAVE A CHILD

A CHILD WHO PROBABLY FEARS HIM AND DREW THOSE NOTES THAT BLEW AWAY IN THE WIND AND GOT STUCK ON TREES AND YOU HUNT HIM DOWN LIKE THE SCUM YOU ARE AND SLENDY SAVES THE DAY

IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW

THAT’S WHY YOU CAN’T WIN

AND WHY THE NOTES SAY THOSE THINGS

LIKE TO GO AWAY

YES THIS IS GOOD

(Source: tohdaryl)

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komlin:

livingonmusicals:

komlin:

livingonmusicals:

komlin:

livingonmusicals:

ok y’all 

how do i ask a boy out 

roses are red
violets are blue
guess what, my bed
has room for two

OH MY GOD NO

twinkle twinkle little star
we can do it in a car

STOP IT

row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
i can make you scream

I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory

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jimcavill:

Because a man has to be a sociopath to love a woman with cellulite. 
Fuck this world. 

If all residents of hell look like Scarlett Johansson, I renounce my atheism and take up Satanism

whoever wrote this needs to be punched. a lot.

oh no 27. im 19 and have it, welcome to the non airbrushed real world

#that article is bullshit #i would pay anything to look as good as her #like goddamn

I’m 20 and I have stretch marks and cellulite.

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