In the 1930s, men’s nipples were just as provocative, shameful and taboo as women’s are now, and men were protesting in much the same way. In 1930, four men went topless to Coney Island and were arrested. In 1935, a flash mob of topless men descended upon Atlantic City, 42 of whom were arrested. Men fought and they were heard, changing not only laws but social consciousness. And by 1936, men’s bare chests were accepted as the norm.
So why is it that 80 years later women can’t seem to achieve the same for their chests? Why can’t a mother proudly breastfeed her child in public without feeling sexualized? why is a 17-year-old girl being asked to leave her own prom because a group of fathers find her too provocative?
[…] I am not trying to argue for mandatory toplessness, or even bralessness. What I am arguing for is a woman’s right to choose how she represents her body — and to make that choice based on personal desire and not a fear of how people will react to her or how society will judge her. No woman should be made to feel ashamed of her body. Scout Willis, in XOJane, on Instagram’s nudity policy and why she recently strolled the NYC streets topless. Solid essay all around. I found this piece particularly interesting because I’d never heard about the men’s nipples thing. (via batmansymbol)
These disgusting people stealing nude photos from others are SEX OFFENDERS that have committed SEX CRIMES and need to be punished accordingly. I’m so tired of the media victim blaming! It’s vile and completely unprofessional. Something needs to change and soon.
I need to take more control of my life.
Apply for more freelance writing jobs.
Start subbing for English classes in local high schools.
Get my teaching certification to teach middle school to high school English Lit or Creative Writing.
Technical writing jobs….something more to get out of minimum wage hostess job.
Its an alright job. Its bringing in some money, but it’s not enough. And I have a BA in English. I need to put it to use. Maybe work in a restaurant as my second job, not my sole job.
I need to start writing every day. I’ve been alright with this, but I need to stick to it with fierceness.
I need to take care of myself & cut the stress & bullshit.
I need to self-publish those books.
I need to get to a doctor.
I need my own car.
I need my own studio space/apartment.
I’m working towards these goals.
I need to stop worrying as much. I need to be patient, but I also need to take better strides towards these goals.
- people: watch your language
- me: oh shit sorry
feeling anxious? stressed? need a distraction?
Let’s make the Flubber movie cover the most reblogged picture on Tumblr.