[Emily Gould:] Yes, and I think that’s because when you break up with a man, all your friends say, “Whatever, he was an asshole. You’ll find someone better.” When you break up with a woman, nobody knows what to say. It’s a very intense, private thing to end a friendship. This VICE interview Sarah Nicole Prickett did with Emily Gould is a treasure. (via sarahfonder)
I can respect the fact that everyone has different beliefs regarding sexuality and reproduction, but it is NOT okay that people other than myself are deciding what I can do with my body. Where is religious freedom when it comes to my (and your) own beliefs? Apparently, it doesn’t matter. What matters to the court is that those in power, who are most often white and wealthy males, get to control how we women take care of ourselves. Oh, and Viagra is still covered. If that isn’t the patriarchy at work, I don’t know what is.
These decisions are troubling and dangerous, not to mention completely draconian, and if you’re not angry, you should be. Reproductive rights are human rights. Denying birth control coverage while still protecting the coverage of other health procedures is direct discrimination against women. The United States can claim it’s a progressive nation, but until we stop treating women like second-class citizens, we’re no better than any other nation out there. feminspire)
Years and years ago, there was a production of The Tempest, out of doors, at an Oxford college on a lawn, which was the stage, and the lawn went back towards the lake in the grounds of the college, and the play began in natural light. But as it developed, and as it became time for Ariel to say his farewell to the world of The Tempest, the evening had started to close in and there was some artificial lighting coming on. And as Ariel uttered his last speech, he turned and he ran across the grass, and he got to the edge of the lake and he just kept running across the top of the water — the producer having thoughtfully provided a kind of walkway an inch beneath the water. And you could see and you could hear the plish, plash as he ran away from you across the top of the lake, until the gloom enveloped him and he disappeared from your view.
And as he did so, from the further shore, a firework rocket was ignited, and it went whoosh into the air, and high up there it burst into lots of sparks, and all the sparks went out, and he had gone.
When you look up the stage directions, it says, ‘Exit Ariel.’ Tom Stoppard, University of Pennsylvania, 1996 (via flameintobeing)