Social scientific research is always a political enterprise.
Despite the enlightenment’s dream of pure objectivity, the problems we pose, the theories we use, the methods we employ, and the analyses we perform are social products themselves and to an extent reflect social contradictions and power dynamics.”
— Eduardo Bonilla-Silva. 2003. Racism Without Racists: Color-Blind Racism and the Persistence of Racial Inequality in the United States. (via socio-logic)
“Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever been a stripper? In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever been to a strip club. Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever done porn? In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever watched porn. You’re the reason we exist. You’re the demand to our supply. If you disdain sex workers, don’t you dare consume our labor. As they say in the industry, “People jack off with the left hand and point with the right.””
No I fucking LOVE this.
Men want to consume sexual product made by women but demean the women who make it. Men see women as sexual commodities but get angry about women being aware of it and trying to use it. Men make women’s worth hinge on our sexual attractiveness to them, but call us superficial if we try to make ourselves attractive with clothes or make up. Men construct sex with women into this big important entitlement in their lives, and then blame us for the emotional “pain” they feel when we say no.
there is a lot of fucking power in this post
— Warsan Shire (via whitecloud99)
My kingdom for this moment
— Cecelia Ahern, The Book of Tomorrow (via simply-quotes)
if you choose a job you love, you’ll never have to work a day in your life!! because the field you’re interested in isn’t hiring
Fuzzy afterglow of a cute evening with my boyfriend and his family, who invited me to dinner with their friends tomorrow night.
— Erving Goffman: “Stigma - Notes on the Management of Spoiled Identity” (via socio-logic)
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Who doesn’t need more puppies with bowties in their life?
You know what makes for a fun Sunday evening?
Having to sit down and process why I am upset about something.
Knowing I will wake up early tomorrow with extra puffy eyes from crying all night.