Something I’ve noticed about dancers is that we’re either so in-tune with our bodies that we notice every slightest sensation that might be out of the norm and consequently think we are dying all of the time or do such unnatural things with our bodies to little immediately applicable consequence that we think we’re invincible and keep doing tha stupid shit until we actually do hurt ourselves like there is no in-between
did u mean my life???????
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Seriously, if we believe a 14 year old is too immature to know how to take a pill, do we really think she’s adult enough to handle an unwanted pregnancy?
The truth is that the age restriction is completely arbitrary, tied only to our puritanical comfort levels. And listen, I get it; I think it’s fair to say that most people are uncomfortable with the idea of a 14 year old having sex. But here’s the thing - access to Plan B isn’t about keeping a 14 year old from having sex - by the time she gets to the pharmacy, that ship has sailed - it’s about keeping a 14 year old who has already had sex from getting pregnant. And despite what urban legend (or past embarrassing FDA memos) may tell you, making emergency contraception more available is not more likely to make young teens have sex - it will just make them less likely to end up pregnant.
We can’t let our discomfort with teen sex trump young people’s right to sexual and reproductive health and we can’t continue to let politics trump science. If we care about young women’s health and bodily autonomy and integrity, we’ll drop all age restrictions from emergency contraception. Anything less isn’t just illogical - it’s immoral.
"— “Hey, FDA: Drop the Plan B Age Restriction,” my latest at The Nation (via jessicavalenti)
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- Special K: When is it ok to lose the cover-up?
- Me: *growls unintelligibly at the tv*
- Special K: When you can! Lose up to an inch in two weeks with Special K!
- Me: *screams and throws television out the window*
Longest Week Ever
So excited to have this new job but it really made me realize how much I took for granted my free time, and now all I want is to be able to take naps in the middle of the day.
Time to fold laundry and sew while watching Black Swan :)
My brain every time I make food for my vegan boyfriend:
*Ok, mashed potatoes! REMEMBER, NO BUTTER OR MILK! Veggie stock instead! :D
*Time to peel these taters with a clean knife. Ok this knife is already clean but Ima wash it again in case for some reason it came in contact with meat particles in the dishwasher.
*Next, Zuccinni and tofu in tomato sauce. GOTTA CHECK THIS SAUCE LABEL SIX TIMES.
*Now rice! Remember, NO CHICKEN STOCK. Gotta use veggie stock again… wait. Holy shit. IS THIS RICE VEGAN?? IT HAS NO LABEL IT IS JUST IN A PANTRY CONTAINER OMG FUCK FUCK GOTTA CHECK GOOGLE.
*Google then reminds me rice is a plant and even though brown rice is healthier, both are vegan and I need to calm the fuck down.
Boyfriend eats food and gets to brag to errbody that his non-vegan gf is cool as fuck and makes him food even though when he met her she was on that feminist-I-will-go-to-the-kitchen-for-no-man life, living on hot pockets and cereal.
True story.
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Abortion seems to be the only medical procedure that people want to deny you based on how you got in that situation.
Drove drunk, got in an accident and need an organ transplant? No problem.
Messing around with a gun, accidentally shoot yourself in the leg and need surgery? Of course.
Smoke tobacco for most of your life and need treatment for lung cancer? Yep.
Climb a tree, fall out and break your leg? We’ll fix that right up.
Have sex and get pregnant when you don’t want to be? YOU GOT YOURSELF INTO THIS SITUATION AND YOU DESERVE NO MEDICAL HELP OR COMPASSION! THIS IS YOUR FAULT AND YOU WILL DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES!
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Worry About Your Own Uterus: (via veruca-assault)
“Worry about your own uterus” wise wise words.
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(Source: dakotawhatever, via albinwonderland)
