Things that interest me.

fatbodypolitics:

For those who are unaware, Joumana Kayrouz is a badass. 

Just a few days older than 50, Joumana Kayrouz may offer one of the most compelling portraits of the American Dream that southeast Michigan has to offer. In the midst of the 30-year Lebanese civil war, she arrived in the United States with $1,000 in her pocket, half a college education and limited English language skills. Since then, she has built the second-largest personal injury law firm in Michigan, employing about 70 people, including a large team of lawyers. It’s the only major personal injury law firm in Michigan owned by a woman, and wields an advertising budget of approximately $4.3 million dollars a year. She holds a degree in ethics from Yale University, speaks four languages — English, Arabic, French and Italian, and is flawless in all but the last — and metro Detroiters can see her face on more than 750 billboards and buses, the wallpaper of the city. 
She is probably also the most visible Arab-American in southeast Michigan — an area of the world with one of the largest Arab populations outside the Middle East. She’s been a trailblazer in her profession, one traditionally dominated by white Jewish men, and to many who know her, she’s a quiet feminist icon. She serves as a cultural ambassador between Lebanon and the United States, and is an enormous donor to progressive politicians, especially those who advocate for the rights of women. She gives approximately 20 percent of her wealth to charity, tithing in accordance to her profoundly felt religion, and serves as a role model to many in the legal profession and the immigrant and Arab-American communities in Detroit.

Read the rest at the metro times

Totally forgot to post the link to the rest of the story earlier.

fatbodypolitics:


For those who are unaware, Joumana Kayrouz is a badass. 

Just a few days older than 50, Joumana Kayrouz may offer one of the most compelling portraits of the American Dream that southeast Michigan has to offer. In the midst of the 30-year Lebanese civil war, she arrived in the United States with $1,000 in her pocket, half a college education and limited English language skills. Since then, she has built the second-largest personal injury law firm in Michigan, employing about 70 people, including a large team of lawyers. It’s the only major personal injury law firm in Michigan owned by a woman, and wields an advertising budget of approximately $4.3 million dollars a year. She holds a degree in ethics from Yale University, speaks four languages — English, Arabic, French and Italian, and is flawless in all but the last — and metro Detroiters can see her face on more than 750 billboards and buses, the wallpaper of the city. 

She is probably also the most visible Arab-American in southeast Michigan — an area of the world with one of the largest Arab populations outside the Middle East. She’s been a trailblazer in her profession, one traditionally dominated by white Jewish men, and to many who know her, she’s a quiet feminist icon. She serves as a cultural ambassador between Lebanon and the United States, and is an enormous donor to progressive politicians, especially those who advocate for the rights of women. She gives approximately 20 percent of her wealth to charity, tithing in accordance to her profoundly felt religion, and serves as a role model to many in the legal profession and the immigrant and Arab-American communities in Detroit.

Read the rest at the metro times

Totally forgot to post the link to the rest of the story earlier.

crewdlydrawn:

grapefruitshampoo:

deanwhoflirtswitheveryone:

Ten years down the road Tony is at a Science convention where he comes face to face with a young mechanical engineer. The young man says. “I’m Harley Keener. I don’t suppose you remember me, but we shared an adventure 10 years ago in Tennessee. You changed my life. I hope you don’t mind but ever since that night I have thought of you as the closest thing I ever had to a father.” 
Tony grins. “You’re trying to guilt trip me.”
The young man smiles. “It was worth a try.”
They laugh, and Tony buys Harley a beer and asks him about his work and later Tony quietly makes sure that Harley’s project gets the funding it needs. The same way he made sure that Harley got into a good college and had the right scholarships. Because Harley saved him when he had no one(and maybe, just maybe because if only for that one night Harley was the closest Tony ever came to having a son.)

SOMEONE WRITE THIS

I. AM. WOUNDED.

crewdlydrawn:

grapefruitshampoo:

deanwhoflirtswitheveryone:

Ten years down the road Tony is at a Science convention where he comes face to face with a young mechanical engineer. The young man says. “I’m Harley Keener. I don’t suppose you remember me, but we shared an adventure 10 years ago in Tennessee. You changed my life. I hope you don’t mind but ever since that night I have thought of you as the closest thing I ever had to a father.” 

Tony grins. “You’re trying to guilt trip me.”

The young man smiles. “It was worth a try.”

They laugh, and Tony buys Harley a beer and asks him about his work and later Tony quietly makes sure that Harley’s project gets the funding it needs. The same way he made sure that Harley got into a good college and had the right scholarships. Because Harley saved him when he had no one(and maybe, just maybe because if only for that one night Harley was the closest Tony ever came to having a son.)

SOMEONE WRITE THIS

I. AM. WOUNDED.

laughterkey:

buzzfeed:

queen-of-evrything:

jamieaiken919:

mister-smalls:

kingcheddarxvii:

This is the most perfect video on the whole fricked up internet and we all owe it to ourselves to watch it once a day

cutest thing to ever happen on the Muppet Show, bar none

I’m not crying you’re crying

SHUT UP

This just made my day

If Rowlf isn’t your favorite Muppet we need to talk.

ealperin:

thehappysorceress:

samwanda:

girlslovegamestoo:

Women of Steel

♥ ♥ ♥

All hail the absence of the BOOB CUP!

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Anonymous asked:

Not being rude but why do you go on about women all the time? Why are you a feminist? It's 2014... You can vote and work and wear trousers.

catscratch-fever:

Short answer: Because I’m woman.

Long answer:

Because misogyny is real and can be fatal.
Because it’s common for people to question every inch of a woman’s life when she reports a rape or sexual assault (what were you wearing? how much did you drink? was it dark out? were you alone? did you know the guy liked you? why didn’t you go home? did you not say no?)
Because in many countries, women are forced to marry their rapist, carry their baby, live a life of non-consensual sex.
Because people ask if my boyfriend minds that I earn more than him.
Because women who have kids and work are called bad mothers and women who have kids and stay at home are lazy or benefit scroungers.
Because when I go out to bars I frequently get touched inappropriately and laughed at when I protest.
Because I can’t walk alone in the dark without fearing for my safety and knowing I’m not being irrational.
Because I get asked “do you actually like Star Wars or are you just into it to look cool?”
Because ‘girl’ and ‘weakness’ are synonymous to so many people.
Because if I like sex, I’m a slut, and if I don’t, I’m a prude.
Because when I grew out my body hair, people gave me dirty looks and made nasty comments.
Because so many jokes involve misogyny, tired stereotypes, and a complete lack of respect for women and girls.
Because jobs that are traditionally seen as “women’s work” are paid much less (childcare, cleaning, catering).
Because there is a pay gap between men and women (in the UK, women earn on average £5k less).
Because when I’m assertive, I’m a bitch. A man is just assertive.
Because when I’m emotional I’m PMSing, I’m irrational, I’m hysterical. A man is passionate.
Because when women are victims of domestic violence people say, ‘if they stay, they deserve it’.
Because a man being called a girl is supposed to be an insult.
Because men get attacked for dressing like women.
Because I read an article today about teenage mothers and how they “lack self-respect”.
Because I know people who have been fired for taking time off after a miscarriage.
Because going on maternity leave can cost you your job.
Because every time I tag a post on here with ‘feminism’, a man reblogs it and tries to tear it apart.
Because in many countries girls do not have the same access to education that boys do.
Because I get compliments that end with “… For a girl” (I can run fast for a girl, I can punch hard for a girl, I’m smart for a girl…)
Because the way the media portray women is hugely skewed from reality.
Because women are expected to shave and wax and exfoliate and put on make up and dye their hair and style their hair and never look tired or old or fat and smell like a fresh garden of flowers and smile and giggle.
Because a fat woman is disgusting but a fat man enjoys his food.
Because I should be happy with being able to vote and work and wear trousers and ignore the inequality I experience in my life and that occurs the world over.

Because this list is never ending.
Because feminism is a dirty word.

Because women do not have the same right and privileges available to them as men.


And because I continue to get questions like this.

pickpants-maemae:

Guys this picture is so important to me. Sometimes i back out of cosplaying a character because im worried people will judge me or shame me for doing it because im black. Im constantly worried people wont take my cosplays seriously because im just a black girl dressing up as iconic white characters. And sometimes that fear makes me feel like I shouldnt do it, like cosplaying isnt for me and I shouldnt go to cons.
But meeting this little girl made me understand how important it is to show my love for characters even if they arent my race. This little girl came up to me and asked for a picture at LexCon, and I almost cried. She came up to me the ONLY black Harley in a sea of perfectly “accurate” white Harleys. And I was so happy she did, and so happy I was there. Im glad I chose to cosplay a character I love, and to be there representing black cosplayers, because now this little girl might have a little bit more confidence in herself. Maybe my being there helped this little girl see that even girls like her can be geeky and cosplay whoever they want.
I really hope so. I know this made me feel more confident. And this is a picture im gonna treasure forever!

pickpants-maemae:

Guys this picture is so important to me. Sometimes i back out of cosplaying a character because im worried people will judge me or shame me for doing it because im black. Im constantly worried people wont take my cosplays seriously because im just a black girl dressing up as iconic white characters. And sometimes that fear makes me feel like I shouldnt do it, like cosplaying isnt for me and I shouldnt go to cons.

But meeting this little girl made me understand how important it is to show my love for characters even if they arent my race. This little girl came up to me and asked for a picture at LexCon, and I almost cried. She came up to me the ONLY black Harley in a sea of perfectly “accurate” white Harleys. And I was so happy she did, and so happy I was there. Im glad I chose to cosplay a character I love, and to be there representing black cosplayers, because now this little girl might have a little bit more confidence in herself. Maybe my being there helped this little girl see that even girls like her can be geeky and cosplay whoever they want.

I really hope so. I know this made me feel more confident. And this is a picture im gonna treasure forever!

for my brother

chaiandpoetry:

A day after the Boston marathon bombing
and a day after all the news sensationalism,
my brother with all the fury
his little body could contain
said
"I swear if they blame us again,
I’m moving to Australia”
I stayed quiet,
how do you explain to a ten year old
that he is not the problem,
that he was still curled
in my mother’s stomach
when the towers crumbled,
that this boy who is still 
afraid of the dark
but will never admit it
should be the last to criminalize
himself and speak
in sentences strung with sorry’s.

I want to tell him that moving
does not distance you from all pain-
you will still find Gellar and Spencer’s 
voices to be splinters
digging inside your ears,
still shift from foot to foot
as you are pulled to the side
and stripped bare for a 
"random security check,"
and wince each time your professor
says your name 
like it is a burden on her tongue.
This hurt will cling on
as you cross oceans,
you will eventually understand that
feeling uncomfortable 
is a half-permanent state,
the other half is battling to overcome it.

We are strangers
shoved and crammed in a box
with all else labeled “other,”
uneasiness tugs us by the sleeves
and swallows us,
but
there is sweetness beneath
strangeness-
in breaking your fast
with a date and milk,
as you finally feel coolness
traveling down 
your parched throat,
in performing ablution
with water trickling to cracked
ankles in summer evenings.

there is a certain closeness that
settles
as the mosque is filled
on the 27th night of Ramadan
when you must coil yourself tightly
to find room on the last inch
of the prayer carpet,
and the synchronized and stretched
"Ameeeeen" 
that echoes at the end of each Fatiha.

hopefulness is found
in placing calloused palms
upward and conversing
with God,
knowing that fate is as malleable
as silver wire,
in seeing the blazing sunrise
paint the skies anew
right after Fajr when you
are desperately pleading for a sign.

warmth will envelop you
when suddenly you are greeted
with peace from someone who you
barely know,
it will pay a visit again 
in the form of a storekeeper
who always gives Arab coffee and cookies
with wrinkled hands
at the door-
he says we are his guests from God,

I hope you grow to remember
the serenity strangeness has provided,
hope the fragrance
of its sweetness lingers
long after you have moved away
and it reminds you
to return,
that you do not learn to hate
or fear your own skin
because of the ugliness
others have sketched,
that your mouth never
has to spill apologies
just because you are brown,

 بَدَأَ الإِسْلاَمُ غَرِيبًا وَسَيَعُودُ كَمَا بَدَأَ غَرِيبًا فَطُوبَى لِلْغُرَبَاءِ

Islam began as something strange
and it will return to being strange,
so blessed are the strangers

I wish you strength to always
see the blessings.

pudgealicious88:

that last one tho…

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loisfullofscrap:

writtenwor-l-d:

somethingnotworthwhile:

deadandinabook:

phoenixrai:

My favourite gif on tumblr

It just keeps going. You’d think Legolas would run out of arrows. 


best
and Aragorn is in the background going how many - times - am I - going to have to - punch - this guy - in the face!?!

WOW I NEVER NOTICED ARAGORN IN THIS GIF BEFORE HAHAHA

Pretty seamless gif. It took me a while to find the restart point.

loisfullofscrap:

writtenwor-l-d:

somethingnotworthwhile:

deadandinabook:

phoenixrai:

My favourite gif on tumblr

It just keeps going. You’d think Legolas would run out of arrows. 

best

and Aragorn is in the background going how many - times - am I - going to have to - punch - this guy - in the face!?!

WOW I NEVER NOTICED ARAGORN IN THIS GIF BEFORE HAHAHA

Pretty seamless gif. It took me a while to find the restart point.

(Source: l0rdoftherings)