Dear Taylor Swift,

When your entire self-cultivated, public identity is that of a naive, boy-crazy, over-grown adolescent in constant search of validation and self-worth from the boys you date and pine for, and when every song you write and every interview you give only functions to reenforce this identity, and when YOU as a young, conventionally attractive, wealthy, white woman, are a part of the demographic of women who have most benefited from the Women’s Movement, generations before you, and when YOU, as a privileged, white woman who has also found professional success, have been afforded a platform that allows you to help shape the hearts and minds of millions of young women who look up to you, and YOU choose to cultivate and reenforce the aforementioned identity and image—then heffer, YOU calling Tina Fey sexist for jokingly advising you to take a break from boy-chasing and childish pining and whining, and ‘find yourself’, is preposterous. And you are an insult to the women who have come before you. And your entire self-created image is sexist.

And your stupidity angers me enough to write a letter. You should consider a career in politics.

Bam.

K-Thanks.

Best,

Fatma

My Open Letter to Taylor Swift (via raceclassandgender)

Preach!


I think this hairstyle is going to make it into my regular rotation.

I think this hairstyle is going to make it into my regular rotation.


We gotta start teaching our daughters to be somebodies instead of somebody’s.
Kifah Shah  (via chubby-bunnies)

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Essie “Ballet Slippers” - just bought this and I’m digging it

Essie “Ballet Slippers” - just bought this and I’m digging it


Penny wanted to help make the snow angel.

Penny wanted to help make the snow angel.


A backyard snow angel for @jilliancoleen18

A backyard snow angel for @jilliancoleen18


I kind of want to get married again just so I can wear a dress that looks like this.

I kind of want to get married again just so I can wear a dress that looks like this.



What a difference a few hours makes.

What a difference a few hours makes.


Love!

Love!

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