It’s a fucking curse. You fall in love, it’s bullshit. You’re talented, it’s bullshit. You love something, bullshit. You care about something, bullshit. You destroy something bullshit. Something kills you, bullshit!
We’re all so trivial. Nothing we say has any weight, any precedence. Because we don’t know shit.
What do we like? Who cares. What do we love? Who fucking cares. We hate ourselves and we’re called dramatic and self-obsessed. We love ourselves and we’re called dramatic and self-obsessed. Since when was loving yourself a character flaw? Fuck. I think it’s astounding. Why wouldn’t you want to raise a generation of strong, proud girls? I know why, because you’re fucking scared, and you don’t even realise it. Somewhere, in the back of your head, past all the patriarchal bullshit, you know what we’re capable of. And don’t look at me like that, I know what the patriarchy is, and that’s exactly my fucking point. You underestimate us, you reduce us down to silly little girls.
In the back of your head, you’re scared for us to have voices, you don’t want us to have power. Because then, then we’ll speak up about the shit you put us through. And you know what? If you don’t educate us, if you refuse to educate us, we’ll educate ourselves.
I am so, so sick of this biased crazy bitch-teenager idea. Being passionate doesn’t make us crazy. And even if we are crazy, so fucking what? It’s you who made us like this.
You, who raised your daughter to keep her voice down. You, who taught her it’s better to be meek. You, who told her she just drunk too much, helped her throw out her ripped underwear, and never thought to ask questions. You, who told her sex was an obligation. And you, for telling her it’s a bargaining tool. Her desires aren’t natural. Don’t act, don’t speak. Repress, repress, repress. Repent, repent, repent. Be ashamed. Shut your mouth.
You shut it for her though.
Every lesson, every time you ignored her need, you plucked out another vocal chord. And you kept going and you kept teaching until her throat was empty, and you stole her words and threw her voice box down a fucking well so no one would ever hear her speak again. And you think we’re the crazy ones? You’re draining the life from you daughter so you can stick it in a glass vial and give it to your son in law.
You want us to be meek? You want us to be quiet. We’re fucking monsters. You made us, you’ve silenced us, and now we’re going to scream and scream until you notice."
- The curse of the teenage girl - J.M
Lesbian graphic artist Alison Bechdel is officially a winner of a MacArthur Genius Grant this year. The $625,000 grant is given to creative visionaries, scientists, scholars and others to support the amazing work they’re already doing.
Bechdel is well-known for the simple test she derived to judge the representation of women in film, as well as the iconic 1985 comic Dykes To Watch Out For and plenty of other amazing work:
The rule, now known as the Bechdel Test, calls for basic inclusion of women in film. The concept shouldn’t be so revolutionary, but when women had only 30 percent of speaking roles and 15 percent of leads in last year’s top films it is clear we have a lot of work left to do. It’s great to see the MacArthur Foundation honoring someone doing that work.
Bechdel has also earned well-deserved praise for graphic novels including 2006′s Fun Home and and 2012′s Are You My Mother. In August, it was announced that the stage production of Fun Home is officially headed to Broadway after years as a beloved Off-Broadway experience.
HELL. YES. She deserves this a million times over. For info on other LGBT grant winners, click here!
He’s hosting on October 11th. October 11th is the exact day that the show premiered. Bill Hader will be standing on home base in 8H doing his monologue live exactly 40 years after the show was done for the first time. That just blows my mind and warms my heart
chantelle winnie for ashish ss15 fashion show
its been 2 years and i still cant get over how badly the yearbook staff fucked up my senior quote
Ilana Glazer & Abbi Jacobson
So who’s the Laverne and who’s the Shirley in this relationship?
Glazer: I would be Laverne, and Abbi would be Shirley. But we’re always rolling our eyes at ourselves for being Chandler and Joey. Abbi is Chandler and i’m Joey.