“Excuse me while I throw this down, I’m old and cranky and tired of hearing the idiocy repeated by people who ought to know better.
Real women do not have curves. Real women do not look like just one thing.
Real women have curves, and not. They are tall, and not. They are brown-skinned, and olive-skinned, and not. They have small breasts, and big ones, and no breasts whatsoever.
Real women start their lives as baby girls. And as baby boys. And as babies of indeterminate biological sex whose bodies terrify their doctors and families into making all kinds of very sudden decisions.
Real women have big hands and small hands and long elegant fingers and short stubby fingers and manicures and broken nails with dirt under them.
Real women have armpit hair and leg hair and pubic hair and facial hair and chest hair and sexy moustaches and full, luxuriant beards. Real women have none of these things, spontaneously or as the result of intentional change. Real women are bald as eggs, by chance and by choice and by chemo. Real women have hair so long they can sit on it. Real women wear wigs and weaves and extensions and kufi and do-rags and hairnets and hijab and headscarves and hats and yarmulkes and textured rubber swim caps with the plastic flowers on the sides.
Real women wear high heels and skirts. Or not.
Real women are feminine and smell good and they are masculine and smell good and they are androgynous and smell good, except when they don’t smell so good, but that can be changed if desired because real women change stuff when they want to.
Real women have ovaries. Unless they don’t, and sometimes they don’t because they were born that way and sometimes they don’t because they had to have their ovaries removed. Real women have uteruses, unless they don’t, see above. Real women have vaginas and clitorises and XX sex chromosomes and high estrogen levels, they ovulate and menstruate and can get pregnant and have babies. Except sometimes not, for a rather spectacular array of reasons both spontaneous and induced.
Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise. Doesn’t make them any less real.
There is a phrase I wish I could engrave upon the hearts of every single person, everywhere in the world, and it is this sentence which comes from the genius lips of the grand and eloquent Mr. Glenn Marla: There is no wrong way to have a body.
I’m going to say it again because it’s important: There is no wrong way to have a body.
And if your moral compass points in any way, shape, or form to equality, you need to get this through your thick skull and stop with the “real women are like such-and-so” crap.
You are not the authority on what “real” human beings are, and who qualifies as “real” and on what basis. All human beings are real.
Yes, I know you’re tired of feeling disenfranchised. It is a tiresome and loathsome thing to be and to feel. But the tit-for-tat disenfranchisement of others is not going to solve that problem. Solidarity has to start somewhere and it might as well be with you and me.”
Sad about not having Ferguson the kitty anymore. I think I’d feel better about it if the owner hadn’t been such a tosser. The vet warned us that most owners are ungrateful that you’ve housed and fed their cat due to their own negligence and stupidity.
Plus she called him ‘it’. Obviously just an accessory then.
I hope he comes back of his own accord.
Ugh, I’ve never even seen the sweet lil guy but this makes me angry too. If someone found my missing pet and kept them safe I would:
a) thank them a thousand times
b) offer to pay for their inconvenience
c) send them a card each christmas to remind them that they are awesome people
Things I would most definitely not do:
a) CALL THE BLOODY COPS
b) be an ungrateful bastard
So yeah, I too am hoping that Ferguson will come back to you. He deserves better. All animals do.
intosnarkness replied to your post: “The family is that of Jan Cock Blomhoff, the director of the Dutch trading colony Dejima in Nagasaki bay 1817-24, along with his wife, son, son’s wet nurse, and an Indonesian maid Marathy. Curiously wikipedia has a version of this image with another figure behind the couch. The artist seems to be Ishizaki Yushi (1768–1844).”:OMG:Yeah if anyone finds it that is going directly to the head of the queue.lol don’t worry I’ll tag them….
hehehehe indeed. WTF, Kawahara!lecieltumultueux replied to your post: “intosnarkness replied to your post: “The family is that of Jan Cock…”:They’re in the next pages!
OMG THEY ARE
I mean, they’re pretty bad images, but still.
NSFW link (p. 115-116)
Oh, Art History.
This is why I love the medievalpoc blog: it’s super interesting and definitely a must read to (re-?)educate yourself about poc in history…
but it also gets into kinky art history.