The purpose of feminism isn’t to make a particular type of woman. The idea that there are inherently wrong and inherently right ‘types’ of women is what’s screwed feminism for so long – this belief that ‘we’ wouldn’t accept slaggy birds, dim birds, birds that bitch, birds that hire cleaners, birds that stay at home with their kids, birds that have pink Mini Metros with ‘Powered By Fairy Dust!’ bumper stickers, birds in burkas, or birds that like to pretend, in their heads, that they’re married to Zach Braff from Scrubs, and that you sometimes have sex in an ambulance while the rest of the cast watch and, latterly, clap. You know what? Feminism will have all of you.
Caitlin Moran, How To Be A Woman. (via valjeans)
I just want to keep reblogging this over and over and over and over and over for everyone who keeps moaning that women who have sex or children or drive tractors or eat “too many” crisps or slap people when they’re exasperated or don’t separate their wash or employ a cleaner or drink gin from the bottle or don’t ever go on a single date or like pink or don’t like pink or shave or don’t shave are failing feminism.
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BAM SAID THE LADY
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There’s no “right way” to be a person, y’all, except to do what you think is right. Hallelujah and shit.
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Kirkwall Was Totally Built On a Hellmouth 