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New York Times Declares Victory in Feminism’s War on Love and Romance
Grandma had me read this article about sex and dating relating to my age group. Some of it, I believe could be true, some of it is just appalling.
Why should men date? Why would they make any effort at all? The feminists turned all women into unpaid whores because it’s so, ya know, cool and liberating. Yeah, being a piece of meat is fabtastic.
I’m sorry. Because a woman has sex she is automatically a whore? What is free and liberating about a woman being able to have sex with who she wants, when, and where, is that men have been able to get away with it for hundreds of years-and women haven’t. I personally would not choose this as my life, but that doesn’t make women who do choose it-who want to be equal to men in this way-whores. Women turn into a piece of meat when they are not respected for being WOMEN, not by their actions.
Ask any young woman. What a horrible future the feminists have fixed for our girls. Could a concerted misogynist movement have done a better job of destroying the potential for happiness?Are you suggesting that a movement to increase the hatred for women would bring about more happiness than the freedom for a woman and her sex life? Maybe I’m misinformed, but I’m pretty sure that the feminist movement did a lot more for woman than just this one thing. Voting rights, ability to be on a jury, improved wages and working conditions, women’s health clinics, lobbied for legislation to ban sexism, racism, and discrimination, formed groups to support lesbian women, paid maternity leave and affordable child care, equal divorce, marital rape laws, sexual harassment laws, and much more.
This is how the phony feminist movement empowered women. More like enslaved women. Those men-hating parasites have ruined the glorious exaltation of women in 20th-century America. I know. I grew up in it.See above.
In those films (those created in the 30’s-60s), women were treated with respect and equality. We were then formidable, respected, treasured, and above all…revered. It was as good as it gets.
You’re right. Back when women could only work in a few fields at a few jobs, when it was acceptable for men to rape their wives, when women couldn’t get divorces, when women couldn’t vote, when women almost never went to college, when women were trapped into marriages they didn’t want to be in because they would be poor without their husbands, when sexual harassment was acceptable, and so many other terrible acts were acceptable, things were better.Back when women got married young so that they could have sex, back when women were just a piece of meat:
things were better.
Emily, Size 16/18US.
I love my fellow Chubby Bunnies! Tumblr has been such a positive experience for me, because of lovely ladies like you. I love my chubby body and I’m happier than I have been in years.
Come say hi at veranoinvincible.tumblr.com
I read a quote at some point, that said that fat girls who love themselves scare the shit out of people who don’t. I think that is very true. My friends say I am surprisingly “self pleased” (English language lacks a word here! This was the best translation I could come up with), because, surprise surprise, I don’t hate myself. I love me! I am awesome! In fact, I think all people are awesome. I could easily see plenty of reasons why they are beautiful, amazing people! I love life and the people in it.
I think I’ve almost always had a very positive look on life: as a young teen, many teachers and family members would say independently of each other that I “rest within myself”: I don’t struggle with myself, never really have. Sure, there are plenty of things that are changing all the time within me, but it doesn’t drain me of my love of life.
I think part of the reason I am so positive, is that I don’t let myself miss out. I am fat, so? Doesn’t mean I can’t flirt with attractive men at parties. Doesn’t mean I can’t dance like crazy at the club. Doesn’t mean that I can’t sunbathe at the public beach.
At graduation, as pictured above (hence the hats) there are two traditions that I know a lot of people were surpised a fat girl like me participated in. Heck, I was even a bit surprised! One is pictured above: All 450ish graduates go to this fountain and dance around it, in it, on top of it. To get to the top is a bit of a climb, and I therefore settled for dancing on one of the lower levels, simply because I didn’t think I would be able to pull my fat body up there. But then my friends, who are used to me never missing out, used to that I am always center when we have a silly fun time, they thought that of course I should be up at the highest level of the fountain, and helped me up there. Of course I shouldn’t miss out!
The support of my friends, meant that I had no doubts when it came to the second tradition: Skinny dipping in the harbour. And I can add, I live in a harbour city, meaning the harbour is in the middle of town. And it was daytime. But, off with the dress, and in we went, no second thoughts! And again, people who knew we weren’t surprised, and people who didn’t (or even those who do, but continue to see me as a “selfhating fat girl”, because surely, that is what all fat girls ought to be like?), could hardly believe their eyes. “Was that a naked fat girl, joining in with her longtime friends in a tradition that has nothing to do with size or shape of bodies?”
Yesterday, some old friends invited me to a beach party. I remembered that they had also invited me 3 years ago, and I had said no, because I didn’t want them to see me in a bathing suit. I was taken aback, I could hardly recongize that person! And I even know I was still a happy-go-lucky person then, even though I was still unsure of my body. So if I can go from feeling good, to feeling awesome in 3 years, what might the future hold? I can only look forward to it (:
So that was my little tale, of how I feel about myself and the world ;)
Denmark, size can be anywhere from EU size 44 to 54.
USA size 18/20
I’ve gained 50 pounds in the past 5 years, but I’m happier despite it all. Still rocking the dance! :D
I’m Jill, US size 18/20.
I just recently came to love my body, and I couldn’t be happier or feel more beautiful! I’m glad there’s others out there who feel the same way.
Love you guys <3
I was just sitting here thinking about how much I love your arms, and that they look like my arms. And my arms have been the hardest part of me to learn to own and accept and just let be.
I told this guy…I got a double chin, big hair, big boobs, and I dig rock n’ roll. He replied “bigger the hair, closer to jesus.” I stared.
Man everyday I look at all you bunnies and feel so much more comfortable in my own skin. xo
<3<3<3!!!!
3rd submission
Age 26 size 16-20 (depends on brand)
Love you all on here!! I feel so much more confident now!! I love this outfit!
As if I wasn’t going to blog this..
I AM FAT! (Veda 22)
lol guys this was amazing. Please take a couple minutes and just watch. It doesn’t matter what size you are - this girl’s video is about loving yourself, empowerment, and not judging others and assuming about their life.
THANK YOU.
tweeted this the other day but always worth a signal boost
Me and me and me. No makeup, no glamour. No pretense.
Sorry kickboxing, these are the only body shots I’m doing.
brilliaaaance!!!
This is my belly, post-laparoscopic surgery to remove a golfball-sized tumor on my left ovary. I put these pictures all over the internet because yes, I’m around 200 pounds (it’s been going down due to stress) and I’m a size 16, but that is MY belly and we just went through a battle together.
Plus it kind of vaguely resembles a stormtrooper’s helmet, and that’s kind of cool.
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This is awesome. You are awesome. I also have battle scars on my belly (and in my belly-button) from appendix removal surgery. Beautiful!
