ALRIGHT LISTEN UP IMMA TELL YOU SOME SERIOUS GENDER MARKETING BULLSHIT THAT WENT DOWN TODAY
Today a woman came in to get her 13 year old son’s black iPhone fixed. This thing was totally fucking busted. She was already kind of being bitchy so I’m just trying to reassure her that everything will be fine and shuffle through the paper work so shes on her way. She leaves, I put her phone away till I have time to fix it.
Well come to find out that we were completely out of black screens until next week’s shipment. So I put on a white screen for now and reassure her that when we do get black screens in that I will call her and we’ll put the new screen on for free. Better to have a temporary mixed match phone then a broken one right?
This woman proceeds to flip her shit. “WE CAME HERE TO GET WHAT WE HAD FIXED!” I calmly explain to her that there is nothing I can do about the color for the time being. The son is totally fine with this and obviously embarrassed by his mother’s outburst. The woman snatches the phone, sneers at it, and then shoves it back into my hands and says “NOW IT LOOKS LIKE A GIRL’S PHONE! I AM NOT GIVING THIS TO MY SON!”
At this moment I turn to her and say. “I don’t undersand? How is it a girl’s phone now?”
"Well it was BLACK and now its WHITE!!" She gestured dramatically at the screen like I couldn’t fucking see it.
"How is white a feminine color?"
She huffs and explains that she refuses to take the phone until the color is changed. The 13 is now rapid fire “its fine its fine” cause he just wants his phone back. But she keeps refusing but I finally tell her again that we will change the phone for free when we get black screens and that shes not allowed to keep it here.
The point of the matter is that this woman almost refused to even take back the phone BECAUSE OF ITS COLOR. Mind you its not even anything like pink or purple. ITS. WHITE.
A SUBURBAN WHITE WOMAN TURNED RED IN THE FACE WITH ANGER BEAUSE SHE THOUGHT WHITE WAS TOO GIRLY FOR HER SON.
And the son is more mature than her.
Playboy’s catcall flowchart.
I’m reblogging Playboy. Somebody stop me.
Remember IT IS NOT A WOMAN’S RESPONSIBILITY TO PREVENT RAPE. In the world we live in, however, women should be empowered with any tools in order to protect themselves. Source for more facts follow NowYouKno
i think the best but also saddest thing about this is that MEN created this product to protect women from MEN
Nicki Minaj’s reason behind the “Anaconda” music video
my teacher sent a student home today because the student had had an anxiety attack earlier in the morning and she said “if you have a broken bone, you don’t just keep walking on it and damaging it more, you treat it. Your mental health is the same. Health then school.”I was about to get really angry but it took a different turn than I expectedwe really need more teachers like this
so apparently hello kitty isn’t a cat but a HUMAN GIRL and i’m having troubles adjusting to this thought ( source )
Isn’t it crazy?
Everything I know is a lie.
Toby was almost alone in his cell in Bedlam, his quickly deteriorating mind was his only company. Most were placed together, but not him, not someone who was “dangerous and unstable” according to the warden. The assumption wasn’t too far from the truth, though. What with all the screaming and yelling and singing and moaning and kicking and throwing himself against the wall. But sometimes there was just silence. Sometimes, when the memories got too bad, he would simply curl up in the padded corner of the room, whimpering at a level barely audible.
He’d never gotten any visitors there, no one cared enough. Mrs. Lovett was dead, and she was his main source of affection. But then there was Marie. What had become of his sweet Marie? Why had he heard nothing from her in months? While the world around him seemed to be crumbling before his eyes, and his sanity was crumbling faster, he still thought of her sometimes. He couldn’t quite remember, though… he could see flashes of freckles, or of a bright smile, or a raggedy hat, but those were just visions. They weren’t real, she wasn’t real? Was she real? Who was that face? Why could he barely remember his own name, but he could remember every detail of the night he’d snapped?
It came as an extreme shock to him when a day came that the cell door was pushed open, and the girl stepped in. He didn’t notice at first, he was too busy sitting in the corner of the room, eyes shut tight, mumbling in an odd, sing-song tune, “Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood-" Without warning, his head snapped up towards the visitor, his sunken eyes widened, and his lips twisted oddly, he couldn’t convey it properly, but she was so familiar it made his blood run cold. "I know you…" He said quietly. The first recognizable words unrelated to blood or fire or bodies or pies since he had been admitted.
Toby frowned and pushed the plate further towards her, shaking his head. Why would he need to keep his strength any more than her? She was the one with important things to do every day, with a job. He was just locked in a room to think all day. No one would hurt him if he got tired. In fact, the guards would rather have him tired, it made their jobs a whole lot easier when he couldn’t think straight from drowsiness. “You have it, you work.” He told her shortly, struggling to sit up so he was in a more comfortable position on his knees.
His gaze fell back on the pretty little pot of flowers. Its presence seemed to brighten the room tremendously, and gave him a nice, warm feeling inside. His eyes darted back to her at her words, and he nodded eagerly, rocking a bit on his knees. Drawings- oh, was he excited to see the drawings. After she had left the night before he had spent a good hour staring at the one of him, trying to make sense out of it. It was like a puzzle piece to him, one that he just had to fit back into place in the grand scheme of his memories, and he couldn’t wait to see more.
She looked at the plate, trying to decide what to do. As much as she hated to say it… he had a point. She could be seriously injured or even killed if she didn’t have enough energy or if she flat out fell asleep. She sighed and hesitantly took the bread, biting into it. But she looked at him sternly and said, mouth still full, “Look, jus’ ‘cause ‘M takin’ i’ don’ mean I agree entirely. Yer no’ gonna make a habit of this, y’ear? Don’ you dare. I wan’ y’t’eat evryfin’ you can. Don’ save a crumb fer me, try an’ eat ev’ryfin’.” she stuffed the rest of the bread in her mouth and continued. “Fanks, though. I’ was sweet’ve ya.” she helped him get into a more comfortable position, then grinned.
“‘Ere!” she started taking crumpled and folded papers out of her pockets, checking over all of them before laying them down in front of Toby. “‘Ere, this one’s Al- ‘e worked wiv us, y’know? ‘E was younger’n us, an’ real sweet…” she pointed to another. “Tha’s Micheal. He worked wiv us too, an’ took care’ve Al. An’ this is Joseph an’ ‘is little sister. This is M’sieur Clark, an’ this is my alley I live in… These are jus’ some nice flowers an’ animals an’ stuff, I though’ ya migh’ like lookin’ at ‘em…” she took the last picture in her her hands, more than a bit unsure. “I- I also brough’ an old picture I found’ve yer Maman an’ Todd… I don’ fink yeh’d wanna see ‘em, I jus’… I brough’ ‘em in case I guess. I’ was stupid, sorry.” she shoved the drawing back in her pocket, pulling out a few toffees out instead. “An’ these are toffees- we used t’eat these like crazy, we loved ‘em! I’ll give ya some, bu’ ya gotta be real careful- they’re awful chewy.”
She groaned, head pounding. “No, ‘M fine… Really, I can jus’ sleep in my alley…” she coughed harshly, giving Toby an unconvincing smile.
“‘M sorry.” Toby told her quickly, shaking his head. “I shouldn’a yelled at’cha. Jus’ worried abou’ you is all. B-bu’ yeah you’ll be fine. ‘Ave y’downed tha’ water ye’? Like I said, ‘s importan’ tha’ y’drink.”
His worried expression faded into one almost bored-looking, and a bit disbelieving. So I know how much I owe you. He had nearly forgotten about that, about her being so damn determined to pay him back. Why couldn’t she just accept a kindness for once? Why couldn’t she swallow her pride and let him help her without having to make it all even? Not everything was eye for an eye, but she seemed to think it was, at least when she was on the receiving side. “D’ya really ‘ave t’pay me back, Marie? Really really? Y’know I’m more than glad t’pay for i’ myself.”
"i’s fine…" she sighed. "I know yer jus’ worried. Bu’ ya don’ gotta be! I mean, y’jus’-" she coughed, then continued. "Y’jus’ said i’ wasn’ tha’ bad, righ’? So don’ worry, idiot." she beamed, then started in another fit of coughs. "I’ll be fine- y’said so!"
At his words, she stopped grinning, and she seemed to shrink a little. “I- I don’… I don’ wanna bother you, or yer Maman… I don’ wan’ y’ta waste money, is all…” she said softly. “I don’ wanna owe anyone anyfin’…” she gulped. “An’ I know i’ was a lot, too, I do- i’s no’ fair fer you ta spend money on me! You wouldn’ let me pay fer ya, would ya?” she asked, knowing the answer would be no.
#You know what I love about Vastra? #how ACCEPTING she is #even though she’s a far more advanced race #with psychic powers and unknown intelligence #she’s learned to love people and aliens for who they are and not for what they lack #instead of ignoring Clara or discounting her interest in what she assumed were advertisements #Vastra acknowledges Clara and engaged her in conversation #she could have easily rolled her eyes or #changed the subject to something else #or just looked down on her because she COULD #but she doesn’t #she meets her on her level #and that’s what she did with Jenny #and Strax #and that’s how a rejected lizard woman found a family… #Vastra could have easily become a bitter reptilian for everything she had gone through #shunned #called deformed… #but instead #through her suffering #she chose empathy (via riveralwaysknew)
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"The Third Task," Goblet of Fire
I love Fleur Delacour, okay? See the boy. Want the boy. GET THE BOY. KEEP THE BOY FOREVER AND DON’T CARE IF THE BOY GETS MAULED BY A WEREWOLF.