A new service is angling to help out women worried about how their rejection will be handled by overly-aggressive gentleman callers. It’s called the Feminist Phone Intervention, and it’s a brilliantly simple trick for socially active.
It works like this: The next time you give a man your number to get him to leave you alone, use this one: (669) 221-6251, courtesy of the folks over Feminist Intervention. When someone calls that number, they’ll reach a computer-recorded message of a bell hooks quotation — so you can “protect your privacy while dropping some feminist knowledge when your unwanted ‘suitor’ calls or texts,” the website explains. It works for texts, too.
Anonymous asked: these anons are like, "can i be racist in the rain? can i be racist on a train? can i be racist in a box? can i be racist with a fox?"
How can I be racist if I work with blacks
How can I be racist if one sold me slacks
I’m not racist I’m just like you. I’m best friends with a black or two.
i’m not racist, you see, it’s just a preference
i love eastern culture and its women’s deference
the west lost its way with no room for clemency
If I love Asian women, how’s that white supremacy?
i’m not a racist, i can’t be, you see
my great grandma’s grandma was part cherokee
plus one time i got called “cracker” to my face
don’t we all bleed red? i don’t even see race…
I can’t be a racist, the truth is that
The woman who looks after my children is black
A Mexican cleans my house on weekends,
A Chinese lady gave me a face cleanse
The cab I take to work has an Indian man
And i get my nails done by a girl from Thailand
How can I be racist, can’t you see
I’ve got every color working for me?
I’m not racist, the n word is fine
I have left slavery far behind
Rappers say it so why can’t I?
I call my friends nigga all the time
I’m not racist but I don’t understand,
Why do criminals sneak into my land?
Besides, I know that you’re lying, a fact is a fact —
If you say you’re latinx, then why are you black?
@irreduciblemagicI’m not a racist…when I see you first
and I cross the street
while clutching my purse
it’s just my feet!
IT GOT BETTER…..This is why I love tumblr