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Miley Cyrus’s highly controversial, bizarre and hypersexualized dance moves at the recent MTV Video Music Awards was only the latest in a long list of incidents in which teenage girls are portrayed as more concerned with getting attention than with being genuinely powerful.
But the disproportionate amount of ink and pixels spilled on famous and — let’s face it — confused girls like Cyrus distracts from the more interesting work of so-called ordinary girls — like 22-year-old Carmen Rios.
girls tweeting (not twerking) their way to power: the new york fucking times. (via carmenrios)
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+ Solo Poly talked about how to get enough (consensual) touch
I write to remember.
I make rite (ceremony) to remember.
It is my right to remember.
Cherríe Moraga, from Indígena as Scribe
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The neat thing about living at home with my parents is that unlike many times before when I’ve said “you should use a whisk but I don’t have a whisk so I used a fork and it was fine,” this time I wanted to use a whisk and I totally could! Because my parents own not one, but two whisks. I may be a 24 year old living with my parents in the suburbs, but in that moment, I swear I was infinite. Or at least really weirdly ecstatic to be using a whisk. Anyway.
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My parents’ oven is super hot, so I baked our cake for only 40 minutes at 350 degrees, per my mom’s instructions. I don’t really know what this means for you because I don’t know your oven and I don’t know your life.
“Get Baked: The Best Honey Cake for Rosh Hashanah (Or Any Time!)“ -Autostraddle (via thenoodlesoupwetaketowork)