Ask UfYH: Don’t Give Me This Whole “Men Don’t See the Mess” Bullshit

unfuckyourhabitat:

persephonemag:

Ask UfYH: Don’t Give Me This Whole “Men Don’t See the Mess” Bullshit

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[Original publication date: Jan. 2, 2014]

Q: My boyfriend and I just moved in together, and although we agreed on splitting the chores, I’m doing most of the cleaning. My boyfriend says it’s because men just don’t see dirt and messes like women do. 

A: Oh, sweetie, your boyfriend’s full of shit. (more…)

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In case you missed it the first time around…

amazighprincex:

[Gifset: James Franco asks Nicki Minaj a series of questions: “Was it easy for you to break into the music business, or did you have to come in through the back door? Have you ever hit… bottom? When did you first realise you were sitting on a gold mine?” Nicki, looking hurt and angry, replies “..I know what the fuck you’re doing.”]

the-goddamazon:

Yo Nicki is legit fed up with people talking about her ass, though. Look at her face yo. She is genuinely INSULTED and not having it.

Like this is a woman who just likes what she does and all anyone can ever focus on is her fucking ass and the fact she got ass shots or whatever. She’s not stupid. Give it a fucking rest.

A YouTube video of the full interview is here.

Later in this “interview,” Nicki is thoroughly fed up and says: “This is what you brought me here to do? I need— I need— where’s my publicist? I’m not gonna sit here and take this shit.” And, unless my judging of people is very, very off, everyone— including the two other gross white dudes who provide rude commentary throughout, including her ‘publicist’— everyone— except Nicki was in on this farce.

She is clearly hurt, disappointed, angry and distressed. She is obviously incredibly uncomfortable. This blatant display of misogynoir isn’t remotely funny.

"You’ve had a fascinating life and an amazing career, so my question is… Your ass".

Was that meant to be ironic and funny? Because it just makes him sound like an (wait for it) asshole.

(Source: beyonseh, via --dopamine)

humansofnewyork:

"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.” (Kampala, Uganda)

This guy is an inspiration. I hope one day I can say I’ve helped others like he has.

humansofnewyork:

"A few years ago, I got a call on my cell phone from a twelve year old child from my village. He was calling me from a bus stop. He’d taken a bus into the city alone, and he was calling me to ask if I could help him find a way to go to school. Both of his parents had died of AIDS, and he had no money for tuition. I told him to stay where he was, and left work immediately to pick him up. At first I was very mad at him. He should not have travelled alone. But then I looked at him and I saw myself. I’d also been desperate to go to school after my father was killed, but we had no money. So even though I was suffering myself, I told him I would try to help him. My salary was not enough, so I tried many things to get the money. After work, I went to the landfill to hunt for recyclables. But after I paid to have them cleaned, there was no money left. Now I’m trying to make bricks. I have a small operation in the village to make bricks, and I sell them in the city. It doesn’t make much money, but it’s enough to pay tuition for the boy and three of his siblings.” 

(Kampala, Uganda)

This guy is an inspiration. I hope one day I can say I’ve helped others like he has.

Mini-challenge

unfuckyourhabitat:

Look around. Find five things that aren’t where they belong. Put them away. Resume dicking around on the internet.

Just got up, no questions asked, and did this. Feels good!

iwriteaboutfeminism:

200 protesters continue to march for justice on Thursday night, Aug. 21st.

It feels like it’s important for this to not lose momentum until the police respond humanely.