emen:
semisetadrift:sisifo: benjaminf: larobotique: simonh: (via ntn)
Sam?
WTF! I work here!!! Weird. I catch people taking pictures of this all the time.
emen:
semisetadrift:sisifo: benjaminf: larobotique: simonh: (via ntn)
Sam?
WTF! I work here!!! Weird. I catch people taking pictures of this all the time.
The Shangri-Las - ‘Give Him a Great Big Kiss’ (via ferstday)
Got a girl crush: The Shangri-Las
I love mid-song dialogue.
Who doesn’t?
I think I just spent most of my day at work searching for apartments on Craig’s List. And eating fruit snacks. Oops.
“3D is a waste of a perfectly good dimension.”
(via jakelodwick)
Interesting.
nevver:simple escape. : Lucas Mayor
I just watched this the other day! Slowly working through his oeuvre first to last.
“You’re the best! I love you!”
Random text from my ♥ (via ohjoyohyes)
Gross me out!
Fifteen Things You Should Know About Breasts - GOOD Blog
Got a girl crush on: Boobs
View more of this infographic over on the GOOD Blog.
(via nevver)
I have boobs!
Erica and Whitney Dabble In the Arts
Leslie fucking Gore telling it how it should be.
gotagirlcrush:theniftyfifties:lacontessa: A short but rather wonderful documentary about Wanda Jackson.
I’m tempted to drive down to Vegas this April to see her perform. The Bay Area to Vegas is kind of a long way to go for a show, but I want to see her so bad!
nevver: Dead at 90 - Fredrick Morrison, Frisbee Inventor
This guy! I want that outfit.
Home is wherever I’m with you!
My friend Whitney introduced me to this band a couple months ago. I am in love with this track like no other. For serious. Just missed their show in SF. Major bummer.
Especially if you’re adding a comment anyway.
If you have a layout that looks better without any text added on to the photos and your blog is all photos and you don’t comment on anything and that’s why you take the credit off, okay, I can KIND OF understand, and sometimes, if I’m in a good mood, I let it slide. (Although you should then add a click-through link to the blog if there isn’t one to the original photo.)
But if you’re going to add a fucking comment, you have the text there anyway, is it really that much of a fucking problem to leave on the credit to the person you reblogged from or to the original poster? I see this on a daily basis from my blogs and from my fuckyeahs, and I’ve started calling people out on it.
I’m about to stop doing this politely and stop brushing things off and start calling everyone out on it, in an extremely angry, yelling, threatening, rude way. I’m fed up with it.
LEAVE. THE FUCKING. CREDIT.
This is one of the above fuckyeahs.
Just a little REMINDER.
Most of you are pretty good about this. A few of you are not.
So apparently Tumblr is all about making sure everyone knows you were the one to post it first. I understand if it’s your original work, or if it’s something more personal. But if it’s just something you could Google, I don’t see what the big deal is. Especially for these fan pages. It might be a little irritating, but it’s nothing to worked up about. And who goes around checking, anyway? If people were interested in who posted what they’d look at the notes. You could just copy and paste without re-blogging anyway. Then what? No one would know or care. I’m tired of this.
Laughing With a Mouth of Blood on ThunderAnt’s latest “Feminist Bookstore”
!!!!!!!!!!!!
Best part of this is Fred’s legs.
What if Tarantino, Wes Anderson, Lynch, Godard, and Herzog directed the super bowl?
Okay, yeah. This is pretty good.
My work (based in San Francisco) is looking for someone with a graphic design background who wants to help develop the interface of an iPhone App. Anyone interested in a “User Interface Design Internship”? Or know of anyone who is?
Yes! x 1000!
Small fucking world!
So I acquired this mix a couple weeks ago where I found this song I really liked called Lulu’s Lips by a band I had never heard of called Grass Widow. Then all of a sudden I see a few comments on Tumblr about this band and within days they are playing over at Thee Parkside, which is right around the corner from where I work. So I went last night and they were OK, but the rest of the show was really shitty. I mean bad. Anyway, turns out they are an SF band and they even played in fucking Concord, where I live, the other night. Who knew? After some snooping on their website I come across this video. This video! I know this video! It was submitted to the show I was curating last Spring at the PFA! We ended up rejecting it, but how weird is that?
Episode 1. I get a new place. Ash looks
totes fuglytired in this one. Wardrobe provided by Donna Karen.
This series is too good. I love it.
Terribly ill. I hate being awake right now.
Coolest! America, get with the program!
Oh, hey. I helped make this last week. No big deal. The dancing!! Good grief.
Autofuss!!
“‘“Fat” is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her,’ I said; I could remember it happening when I was at school, and witnessing it among the teenagers I used to teach. Nevertheless, I could see that to him, a well-adjusted male, it was utterly bizarre behaviour, like yelling ‘thicko!’ at Stephen Hawking.
His bemusement at this everyday feature of female existence reminded me how strange and sick the ‘fat’ insult is. I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
”
J.K.Rowling: For Girls Only, Probably… (via lavenderlines)
I just love her more and more.
nevver: Calvin and Hobbes snowman nightmares
I want to make!
As further proof that females can play their instruments incredibly well, here is Marissa Paternoster of Screaming Females absolutely killing it on the guitar.
Via Kathryn.
I love the fact that she’s doing this while wearing that redic Little House on the Prairie dress.
fuckyeahkristenwiig:jadenotjane:
Hello, Charles Barkley. Would you like to hold my invisible baby?
omgomgomg
Audrey Hepburn.
We consider a woman who had a severe eating disorder for much of her filmed career as “one of the most beautiful women of all time.” Hooray for anorexia… so beautiful??? I guess there are other sides of the spectrum too though.
It’s funny how, at the very same time, Marilyn Monroe was idolized just as much, if not more, for her voluptuous figure. But by men and as a sex symbol. It becomes important to ask who finds what beautiful. I mean, who loves Hepburn? Women.
I think it’s safe to say women want to look good in comparison to other women. Which isn’t bad, it’s just that women take it to an extreme sometimes. Looks are what we instinctively judge each other by and the beautiful often end up having superiority. We are all guilty. Scary enough as it is, I think some woman judge others’ worth by how small they are. Since women have been taught to value thinness, it almost seems like weight has become an alternative to looks. It’s something a woman may think she has more control over than the face she is born with. Which, I imagine, results in a horrible mentality of, “If I can’t be pretty, I may as well be thin to make up for it.” Or perhaps more accurately, “I’d be prettier if I were thinner.” But at what cost?? You know?
On top of all these insecurities, now we have to feel bad for worrying about what others might think of us. It happens.
New Age Girl
indiewomen: Christmas Wrapping