Casual reminder that in one of Leonardo da Vinci’s many notebooks containing innumerable artistic and scientific sketches and notes of incomprehensible important, there is a sketch of two penises with legs and tails walking towards a crudely drawn anus.
The sketch was most likely done by Leonardo’s apprentice Salai, who was not only very likely one of Leonardo’s lovers, but who was also infamously mischievous. Better yet, the anus is literally labeled “Salai.”
So either Salai drew these while Leonardo wasn’t looking just to annoy his boyfriend, or Leonardo himself put actual time and energy into drawing these. Either way, the human race is truly blessed to have made such a discovery.
There are dick drawings like the ones you see on desks in school in Leonardo da Vinci’s notebooks. Please cherish this information.
In the midst of exploring Renaissance Italy history for reasons, I have found a wonder.
Every few months, a new product to help women avoid rape hits the market. This week’s is an innovative new nail polish that can identify the presence of drugs when dipped in a drink.
Considering that conservative estimates put the percentage of American women who’ve suffered sexual assault between 20%-25%, there’s huge market potential for this product. Of course, there is the fact that roofies, a nickname derived from the sedative Rohypnol, are less commonly used by serial predators than alcohol itself. A 2007 National Institute of Justice studyfound that only 2.4% of sexually assaultedfemale undergraduates were either certain or thought that they’d been drugged. On the other hand, studies conducted on college campuses show that alcohol is involved in anywhere between 50%-90% of sexual assaults. It is the weapon of choice, as expert David Lisak puts it.
I don’t want to dip my nails into a drink. Or stop wearing my hair in a ponytail. Or start wearing hairy tights. Before I die, I’d like to not have to ask a man to walk me home at night. Cool new nail polish is just the latest in way for us to adapt to rape.
At the same time, the topic of avoiding rape for men is usually just a bad joke. What do men do if they want to avoid rape? “Stay out of jail.” The sick irony of this joke is that it’s true. In reality, the only place where male adults in the U.S. come close to facing the same level of risk for rape as women is in jail. Even then, women inmates face twice the risk. But that bad joke perpetuates a rape myth. Most men who have experienced rape, reported at 1 out of 71, are assaulted as boys. But what does it say that women’s day-to-day reality of “staying safe” is thought to be comparable to the plight of men in jail?
Despite everything we are trained to do, we can’t change the one thing that matters the most: the fact of our femaleness.
- The most highly ranked risk factor for being raped is being a female.
- Girls and young women below the age of 30 make up more than 80% of rape victims, regardless of what they wear, what they drink or where they walk.
- While women can and do rape boys, girls and women are raped by men in an overwhelming number of cases. (Men are also the primary offenders in the rape of boys.)
And yet, in the popular commodification of sexual assault, there are no deodorants rapists can wear that stain their armpits with indelible ink when they’re about to rape someone. Or binding underwear that makes it impossible for them to whip out a weaponized John Thomas. Or electrified jock straps.
According to the CDC, in the United States nearly one in five women reports having been raped or experiencing an attempted rape at some point. One in four suffer violence at the hands of an intimate partner. One in six women report being stalked. This level of violence is terrorism.
The safety gap between men and women is real and the basis for heightened violence against people who violate binary gender norms[SC1] . Women and non-gender conforming people live with fear in ways that men, particularly those who present as straight men, find hard to fathom. Women have heightened awareness of stranger dangers related to sexual assault, even if the chances they are assaulted by an acquaintance or partner are higher. All women change their lives, at great cost, because of threats to their physical safety that are largely tied to the fear of rape.
Every time we focus on making girls and women individually responsible for avoiding rape, we lose the opportunity to address the systemic root problem that our mainstream culture grows rapists like weeds and institutional tolerance for the crime persists.If a fraction of the money being spent to produce and market products like these made its way to funding the elimination of hundreds of thousands of backlogged rape kits in this country we would substantively increase the prevention of rape at the hands of easily identified serial rapists, who are responsible for more than 90% of assaults.
reblog and make a wish!
this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.
I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS
LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL
IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS
holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.
I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT
SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.
HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER
20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.
GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.
I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.
OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG
okay so wait ya’ll lemme tell you a miracle
so we’re really really tight on money and about to go bankrupt, and my dad applied for a job in Afghanistan saying they’d paid a hefty amount. we’re hoping and praying that he’d get this job, otherwise we’d go bankrupt and lose several items we need the most - my mom was trying to get a job as well, but there was a low chance of her getting it. there was a very little chance of both parents getting accepted.
okay so a week later my dad gets a email saying THE JOB WAS ACCEPTED. (my dad just left yesterday btw)
i wished on this post he would get that job so we can finally pay off bills.
I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING YOU GUYS, THIS SHIT WORKS
i love that barrowman’s response also distances him from the contestant
"hahahaha women do laundry right john? you with me, john?"
"don’t lump me in with you, you fucking martian”
This is what I’m talking about when I keep saying that men have to deny the endorsement. This guy wanted Barrowman’s tacit support or agreement for his sexism, as part of bonding through humour. John went nope.
this is what I need from the men in my life
you want us to believe you don’t hate us? I need to hear this come out of your mouths when we are in a group situation and one of the guys thinks he’s being funny
when you shuffle awkwardly and tell me AFTERWARDS that so-and-so was being a dick that has precisely ZERO value to me okay?
Seriously, this is such a huge problem. Men want to seem cool to other men so when you call men on their shit you’re actively saying “that ain’t cool” and it makes them see dumb and then they don’t do it as much. I don’t care too much for guys who are only feminists when around women.
Bold italics mine cuz TRUTH!
I don’t do private apologies after someone has tried to humiliate me in public. If you’re gonna act out in public then don’t be a fuckin’ coward and try to make amends in private so that YOU won’t be embarrassed.
Literally all she did was point out misognyistic tropes in a video games, and this is the aftermath. Men continually prove feminism correct and necessary.
Fucking appalling. She posted an example of the kind of harassment she gets, and it’s just terrifying. Why do these assholes think this behavior is okay? Knock it off, guys. Have a little bit of fucking decency.
- Do not forget Michael Brown
- Do not forget how the media dehumanized him and tried to justify his murder
- Do not forget how peaceful protests were painted as savage riots
- Do not forget police armed with military grade weapons terrorized and arrested black civilians
- Do not forget Darren Wilson being awarded over $200,000 in fundraiser donations for murdering an unarmed black child
- Do not forget that this system was not built to defend us, but to control us
- Do not forget Ferguson
YOU KIDS THESE DAYS AND YER FANCY “SPRINTING” AND “MOTION CONTROLS”
WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE WE COULDN’T MAKE LINK RUN FASTER
NO, WE HAD TO ROLL ACROSS HYRULE FIELD TO MAKE IT TO KAKARIKO BY NIGHTFALL
BAREFOOT, IN THE SNOW, TAPPING THE A BUTTON REPEATEDLY FOR 10 MILES
AND WE WERE GRATEFUL
A snippet from an article on Huffington Post about what it means to be working poor.
Pretty spot on…
I got into an argument today with someone who is a landlord, and they were outraged, outraged, to find that their evicted tenants owned an Xbox 360. Never mind that the console was ten years old and worth perhaps $50 on Craigslist, they were outraged that their evicted tenants did not sell it, along with the very clothes on their back, to pay their back rent. I tried to explain to him that when you are $1800 in back rent, $50 isn’t even a dent in that debt. Why bother? Why bother selling that $50 item if it isn’t going to get you any less evicted? If it’s not going to save you, you’ll hold on to it. Money becomes meaningless when you’ll never have enough to hold onto. You just let it flow like water through your hands. It’s all gone anyways, no matter what you do. It was gone before it ever touched you.
This is what middle-class people and above never understand.
Seriously, this is so beyond true. When people say, “A head of lettuce costs $2, why is this person buying an unhealthy burger?” consider that the head of lettuce won’t actually create a meal and requires the purchase of several more items—and you may literally only have $2 to your name, so you need something that’s actually a meal (and fast food provides that cheap meal). This is why we eat top ramen multiple nights a week—not because we’re too stubborn to “learn” healthy eating and healthy “shopping habits” but because we’re literally dirt poor, literally fucking negative bank balance poor.
When people complain that a poor person buys Starbucks, consider that maybe that $3 latte (and, yeah, I notice you always calling it a $5 drink, then $6 drink, and progressively higher from there as you complain more and more) is a short pleasure that will ease the fucking horribleness of life for a few hours, and that the maybe $10-$30 poor people could save in a month by not buying sbux will not actually ever possibly accumulate into enough wealth to shift their circumstances, like seriously that sbux for those few hours is doing more to improve a poor person’s life quality than saving that money would. and yeah, maybe we’d have like $120-$360 saved at the end of the year (at the cost of losing those small pleasures), but in situations that call for breaking into the savings (car purchases, broken limbs, etc) you’re a fucking fool if you think that even makes a dent in the kind of money we’ll owe. car prices, medical prices… those are fucking mystical numbers we can’t even fucking imagine paying. $3 latte? yeah, I can do that.
and yeah, maybe we have an flat-screen HDTV—well, for fucking starters, NO, those don’t fucking cost $1000 anymore you goddamn fool, not the ones we fucking buy, they’re like $350 or less, and flat-screens are LITERALLY the only type of TV for sale anymore, it’s not some fucking luxurious Rich People version. but you know what? that TV provides hours and hours and hours of comfort and fun and pleasure (hey, we want to feel good too—again, that is not a Rich People-only version of life). and again, the $350 or whatever it’s worth won’t make a dent. We will owe rent monthly, and selling that TV provides one sum. Selling it does not provide us with consistent income to deal with our ongoing expenses. It makes no fucking sense to sell something for a flat amount and be out what little we have when we will continue to owe and owe and owe and pray to God our next paycheck covers all of our expenses and PLEASE don’t let me get sick or hurt because then i’m fucking done, literally actually done and permanently unable to repair my destroyed credit in order to scrape my way to the lower middle class just so i can survive with some marginal amount of comfort
And if Michael Brown was not angelic, I was practically demonic. I had my first drink when I was 11. I once brawled in the cafeteria after getting hit in the head with a steel trash can. In my junior year I failed five out of seven classes. By the time I graduated from high school, I had been arrested for assaulting a teacher and been kicked out of school (twice.) And yet no one who knew me thought I had the least bit of thug in me. That is because I also read a lot of books, loved my Commodore 64, and ghostwrote love notes for my friends. In other words, I was a human being. A large number of American teenagers live exactly like Michael Brown. Very few of them are shot in the head and left to bake on the pavement.
The “angelic” standard was not one created by the reporter. It was created by a society that cannot face itself, and thus must employ a dubious “morality” to hide its sins. It is reinforced by people who have embraced the notion of “twice as good” while avoiding the circumstances which gave that notion birth. Consider how easily living in a community “with rough patches” becomes part of a list of ostensible sins. Consider how easily “black-on-black crime” becomes not a marker of a shameful legacy of segregation but a moral failing.