17% of cardiac surgeons are women, 17% of tenured professors are women. It just goes on and on. And isn’t that strange that that’s also the percentage of women in crowd scenes in movies? What if we’re actually training people to see that ratio as normal so that when you’re an adult, you don’t notice?
…We just heard a fascinating and disturbing study where they looked at the ratio of men and women in groups. And they found that if there’s 17% women, the men in the group think it’s 50-50. And if there’s 33% women, the men perceive that as there being more women in the room than men.
The Walt Disney Company will pull Boy Scouts of America funding in 2015 because of a membership policy that bans gay leaders, the entertainment company said.
According to Disney’s charitable giving guidelines, groups become ineligible to receive Disney funding if they “discriminate in the provision of services unlawfully or in a manner inconsistent with Disney’s policies on the basis of race, religion, color, sex, national origin, age, marital status, mental or physical ability, or sexual orientation.”
(this actually turned out to be a pretty solid dating profile)
My online dating profile: I’m not really looking to relationship you. I just really want some lesbian friends and lesbians to converse with and text and go to parties with and maybe date or whatever but that’s not really my intention but it’s totally a possibility.
Personality traits: nerdy. But not the cute/normal type of nerd. The Battlestar Galactica, I’ve never read Lord of the Rings, Star Trek over Star Wars, puns, ironicies, grammatical corrector, dorky, not fun, playing board games, and N64 kind of nerd. The kind of nerd that laughs to herself in public without a care in the world. The kind of nerd that laughs at her own jokes. The kind of nerd that talks about herself in the second person.
Likes: reading. writing. film/television. humorous items. art. smoking. being hilarious.
Dislikes: annoying bitches. Corporate America. thoughtless drones. psychology. being lame and boring. rudeness to human beings.
There just needs to be a non-weird non-dating site where you’re just jonesin’ for a hot lesbian friendship and you can find one. Like is that so hard to ask of the internet?
I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse.
I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem.
Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo.
When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to.
And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe.
I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy.
I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.
There’s this girl at my school and she’s really nice and I remember sometime last year at one point she would carry a clicker around and click it everytime she had a happy thought/something good happened/she laughed etc. It was always kind of cute how you’d just hear the little click every once in a while throughout class it always made me smile knowing that it was bc something made her feel happy idk