The Girl With Blue Hair

Sam, as in Samantha
23, ranter/writer, fresh New Yorker.
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- Associate Editor @ Alloy Digital.
- I write for TheGloss, YourTango and Blisstree.
- Sometimes I laugh; sometimes I do not.
- I also do makeup: Portfolio//Contact info
- I love avocado, rant often & can be applied liberally.

Self-absorbed bitterness, now on a variety of social networks.
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Albert Schweitzer

thecsph:

ninja-suffragette:

Scotland really seems to be getting good at the whole ‘blame the perpetrator not the victim’ part of campaigning against rape (I’m reminded of this campaign which takes a similar tact). Which is far more than I can say for the English police force.

From the campaign website:

What can you do to help stop rape?
 1. Take responsibility … »
Find out about the law regarding rape and understand that no matter what the circumstances are, sex without consent is rape.
If there is any doubt about whether the person you’re with is consenting, don’t have sex.
2. Respect your sexual partner … »
Listen to the other person and treat them with respect – effective communication is key to healthy sexual relationships. It’s important to talk to your partner and listen to their wishes. 
Any kind of sexual act must be consensual – both partners should agree to it and be happy with it. 
3. Question your own attitudes … »
Consider the messages you hear about how men should act and think about your own actions, attitudes and behaviours. 
Understand that behaviour, such as pub chat about a woman ‘asking for it’ because of what she is wearing, can perpetuate harmful attitudes towards sexism and sexual violence. 
Work towards positively changing attitudes. Choose what kind of guy you want to be. 
4. Stand up for your beliefs … »
It’s easy to look the other way or keep quiet about your opinions. Don’t. Challenge attitudes that disturb you. For example, if a friend makes a joke about rape, tell them it’s not funny. More often than not you’ll find others share your opinion. 
5. Be proactive … »
If you’re with friends and become aware of a situation developing, don’t stay silent. For example where one or both parties are too drunk to have consensual sex, go and have a quiet word with your friend. It might feel awkward and difficult to intervene, but you are looking out for them in what could potentially be a risky situation. 
Also, if you see a similar situation arising outwith your group of friends, tell someone in authority, for example a bartender or door steward. 
6. Be supportive … »
If you know or suspect someone close to you has been abused or sexually assaulted, gently ask if you can help, offer them your support and encourage them to contact the police. There are also a range of support organisations which can help. 

7. Speak up … »
If you know someone is abusing their partner, don’t ignore it. If you feel able to do so, talk to them and urge them to seek help. There are many support organisations that can offer advice. 
You can report abuse by contacting your local police office or anonymously via Crimestoppers. In an emergency always dial 999. 
8. Get involved … »
Support the campaign.
Display ‘we can stop it’ posters in your college, university or workplace – contact us for materials
info@wecanstopit.co.uk(This address is not for crime reporting - in an emergency always dial 999)
Tell us why you support the campaign – we are always looking for fresh testimonials 
info@wecanstopit.co.uk(This address is not for crime reporting - in an emergency always dial 999) Rape is a difficult subject to talk about but it’s only through raising awareness that attitudes will change. 
Sex without consent is rape. We can stop it.
Look at that. Not a ‘don’t drink too much’ or ‘be careful when you’re walking alone’ in sight.

More campaigns like this please.

[Via The F-Word]

An anti-rape campaign that doesn’t focus on victim blaming. A+, Scotland.

(via onmyowntwohands)

I left California at 6:45 yesterday via first class and got appropriately buzzed on the plane.  I showed up in Boise at 12:45 and was picked up by Taylor.  It was really rainy and cold (which was awesome; I don&#8217;t remember the last time I saw weather like that in Orange, but it was definitely a whiiile ago) and I got to wear my hood up without looking like I was mobbin it all sketchy-like.
We went and visited Chelsea at the Flying M, which is her coffee shop, and she gave me a fancy, heart-foamed latte and a tasty bagel.  I took a nap with her two cats back at her house, then she picked me up and we went to an all-you-can-eat pizza night where fancy draught beers were 4.25/pint.  Later, the three of us went to a show at a bar called the Red Room where, because Chelsea is apparently Boise&#8217;s most-loved resident, we got like a million drinks.  Oh, and I got an appletini at some point&#8212;it was two dollars.  I remember shitting myself in Syracuse when it was $5.  BUT NO.  TWO DOLLAR FUCKING GIANT APPLETINIS.
Oh and some guy who was also named Sam rapped for me to welcome me here.  This is basically one of the most wonderful places ever and, as I kept saying last night, I&#8217;m fucking thrilled I opted to come here and not go somewhere like France or something.  Why?  Because after this trip, I&#8217;ll actually have enough money to afford NY and still manage to be drunk my whole vacation.  Plus, I hate French accents.
Now, I&#8217;m gonna go nurse my hangover in preparation for my next hangover tomorrow.

I left California at 6:45 yesterday via first class and got appropriately buzzed on the plane.  I showed up in Boise at 12:45 and was picked up by Taylor.  It was really rainy and cold (which was awesome; I don’t remember the last time I saw weather like that in Orange, but it was definitely a whiiile ago) and I got to wear my hood up without looking like I was mobbin it all sketchy-like.

We went and visited Chelsea at the Flying M, which is her coffee shop, and she gave me a fancy, heart-foamed latte and a tasty bagel.  I took a nap with her two cats back at her house, then she picked me up and we went to an all-you-can-eat pizza night where fancy draught beers were 4.25/pint.  Later, the three of us went to a show at a bar called the Red Room where, because Chelsea is apparently Boise’s most-loved resident, we got like a million drinks.  Oh, and I got an appletini at some point—it was two dollars.  I remember shitting myself in Syracuse when it was $5.  BUT NO.  TWO DOLLAR FUCKING GIANT APPLETINIS.

Oh and some guy who was also named Sam rapped for me to welcome me here.  This is basically one of the most wonderful places ever and, as I kept saying last night, I’m fucking thrilled I opted to come here and not go somewhere like France or something.  Why?  Because after this trip, I’ll actually have enough money to afford NY and still manage to be drunk my whole vacation.  Plus, I hate French accents.

Now, I’m gonna go nurse my hangover in preparation for my next hangover tomorrow.

alexmogle:

Cheetah from Cincinnati Zoo riding shot gun. story

They’re GRRRR-EAT!

But shrapnel is shrapnel and I am alone with the things I have done.

But shrapnel is shrapnel and I am alone with the things I have done.

Meow.  So many good lookin’ jerks all in the same place (or was I just drunk?).  Either way, as I’ve said many times: meow.