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Fareeha, a Muslim teenager from India, literally fights for her independence to compete in a martial arts championship.
In honor of the upcoming holiday: Rolling Stone Magazine’s opinion about the 50 best horror films of the century so far. A Tumblr post list of horror movie recs. The New Yorker’s story about a creepy photos Twitter account. A guide to the ossuaries of the world.
“You need less shame around the idea that you’re not doing your best.” Also we need to realize/remember that best isn’t just different for everyone–our best changes from day to day, and some days (most days) we might not have the resources to be the best we were last year, last week, or even yesterday. And sometimes our best isn’t good enough and we need to be okay with that. Not in a defeatist way, but in a way that allows us to learn, and apply those lessons next time.
Laurie Penny discusses the fear of a feminist future. This whole article is so good, y’all.
The most terrifying prospect of all is what happens when women work collectively. The idea of women organizing, sharing information and resources, and coming together to change the world—rather than competing for male attention as is right and natural—is terrifying enough when it’s a few pink-haired weirdoes on the internet. The thought of what they might do with real political power sends shudders through the locker room. This, incidentally, is how we got to the point where a bloviating man-child with distressing hair and an entitlement complex bigger than his unpaid tax bill, a man whose main political strategy is to stand at a podium screaming about Muslims and Mexican rapists, is still, to millions of Americans, a more conceivable president than his only normally monstrous opponent who happens to be female. A world with women in charge, a world where women stand together and for each other in any respect, is not just inconceivable—to conceive of it is an active identity threat for those whose sense of self has always needed a story with men on top.
Odes to FLOTUS in the New York Times Magazine.
When your first language doesn’t have a word for you.
Being a trans person in the Arab world is a bit of an anachronism. It starts with a paradox, and ends with negation. The words “جنسي متحوِّل”, in Arabic, literally mean “the one who changes his sex.” Outside the dictionary, unknown to the public, this expression, anatomical and, dare I say, implying all the condemnatory social and religious baggage about changing one’s “natural” morphology, is meaningless. In queer and medical circles, the word “ترانس” –a literal translation of the English “trans” – is used. Once uttered outside these circles, this Anglicism, too, signifies absolutely nothing. And that’s what being trans in the Arab world means. It means crossing the boundary of the intelligible, stepping outside the domain of the definable, standing on the verge of linguistic nothingness, perched and fearing that, today or tomorrow, we might turn into dust.
Women and suffering in silence. A story about silently enduring illness until it’s time for reality. And tacos.
I have no time for articles that carry the message “look what a great artist Kesha can be! she has such a pretty voice! why was she hiding behind that overproduced crap?” and thankfully this article doesn’t do that (too much).
Ducks are terrible creatures, IMO, but perhaps #notallducks. In any case, that is a charming photo.
I am fucking here for the Martha Stewart and Snoop Dogg food show.