During World War II, Josephine Baker served with the French Red Cross and was an active member of the French resistance movement. Using her career as a cover Baker became an intelligence agent, carrying secret messages written in invisible ink on her sheet music. She was awarded the Croix de Guerre, and received a Medal of the Resistance in 1946. In 1961 she received the highest French honor, the Legion d’Honneur awarded by then President Charles de Gaulle.
Our loss, U.S.A….
If you don’t admire the shit out of J. Baker, who was also pretty openly bisexual and adopted NINETEEN children in addition to the badassery mentioned above, I want you to go sit in the corner and think about your life choices.
um she was also a huge civil rights activist and her refusal to perform for segregated audiences at major clubs that were fallin over themselves to book her helped de-segregate vegas performance venues
aaaand she had a pet cheetah
aaand she slept with Frida Kahlo.
i fancy a banana
this lady had more bananas on her head than that dumb car guy could even carry, what a fuckin boss
"The thing about an anxiety disorder is that you know it is stupid. You know with all your heart that it wasn’t a big deal and that it should roll off of you. But that is where the disorder kicks in; Suddenly the small thing is very big and it keeps growing in your head, flooding your chest, and trying to escape from under your skin. You know with all of your heart that you’re being ridiculous and you hate every minute of it. The fact that many people don’t recognize or have patience for your illness only makes everything worse."
Ten years of experience (via punkasspoet)
Yesterday my laptop wouldn’t connect to the uni wifi and I literally said ‘everything I own is terrible and god is dead and life is pointless’ and I wasn’t being dramatic that’s JUST HOW MY BRAIN WORKS WHICH IS REALLY ANNOYING
"Here’s the dirty little secret about this though: there is no such thing as withholding sex because there is no situation in which you owe another human being sex. Ever. Your body is 100% your own and you get to consent or not consent to other people doing things to or with your body for whatever the hell reason you would like. This includes because you’re pissed off at the person, because they did something you didn’t like, because you just don’t fucking feel like it, because you’re tired, because you don’t feel attractive, because you’d rather read a book…any of the above. And not wanting to have sex with someone because you have negative feelings towards them at a given moment is not in fact punishment. It’s actually a very natural human feeling not to want to be physically intimate with someone when you’re annoyed/angry/hurt/sad with them. Oddly enough letting someone be close to your body when you don’t feel emotionally close to them doesn’t always feel great (if that’s your thing then go for it, but for those who don’t like it then there is no fucking reason to apologize).
But the idea that you can pull some sort of power play in a relationship by not giving the other person something which you don’t owe to them in the first place makes no sense. It would be like telling your partner that you’re going to punish them by not baking them chocolate chip cookies every day: sure, maybe they would like those cookies but in no way are you obligated to bake them cookies anyway, so they should probably be just fine getting along without it. The idea that you should feel as if the only way you can express that you’re angry or upset or unhappy in your relationship is by taking ownership over your body in a way that is so basic it should never have been a question is somewhat disgusting. If your partner has you so convinced that you owe them sex, no wonder you feel a little angry or vindictive towards them."
If I don’t turn up to work, I get fired.
If I don’t hand in an assignment at uni, I fail the subject.
If I don’t pay my power bill, they cut my electricity off.
If I don’t service my mortgage, they repossess my house.
When I fail to fulfil my obligations, there are consequences. So why the hell aren’t there consequences for companies that manifestly fail to provide the services they’re paid for?
i don’t understand why it is apparently so fucking hard for people to do the jobs that they are paid to do
my mum was supposed to fly home tonight from a two-week holiday overseas; she made it to melbourne and was informed that her flight back to hobart (which is a ONE HOUR flight for those non-australians) was summarily cancelled. they can’t get her on another flight tonight so she’ll be home at 10am tomorrow, a full 15 hours later than planned. which completely fucks my weekend plans as i have to pick her up from the airport as well as looking after her irritating dogs in the meantime. as if i wasn’t stressed enough already.
oh and this morning we went to the post office to pick up a parcel for boyfriend, and when we got there we were told it had been delivered, despite the fact that it had OBVIOUSLY not been delivered (or at least not the correct recipient) otherwise we wouldn’t have been at the goddamn post office. the post office were completely unable to assist us and told us to ‘call customer service’, and when we tried to do that, we waited for 15 minutes on hold and then had to give up because, y’know, we’re people who have an actual life and we had appointments to get to. so, y’know, looks like we might be about to lose $35 because it’s really hard to deliver a parcel to the address written on the fucking front
ugh so it’s world mental health day and my mental health is AWFUL today so thanks everyone
had a fight with boyfriend last night about money and then again this morning about how i take too long in the bathroom of a morning
have to write two assignments by tonight and haven’t even started one
wish someone could think i’m a valuable human being even if i didn’t have a job/most of a degree/several volunteer roles
wish someone would think i’m a valuable human being even though i do have those things
After reading about gender-bias and conversation dominance in the classroom, I asked for a peer to observe a physics class I was teaching and keep track of the discussion time I was giving to various students along with their race and gender. In this exercise, I knew I was being observed and I was trying to be extra careful to equally represent all students―but I STILL gave a disproportionate amount of discussion time to the white male students in my classroom (controlling for the overall distribution of genders and races in the class). I was shocked. It felt like I was giving a disproportionate amount of time to my white female and non-white students.
Even when I was explicitly trying, I still failed to have the discussion participants fairly represent the population of the students in my classroom.
This is a well-studied phenomena and it’s called listener bias. We are socialized to think women talk more than they actually do. Listener bias results in most people thinking that women are ‘hogging the floor’ even when men are dominating."
Stop interrupting me: gender, conversation dominance and listener bias, by Jessica Kirkpatrick from Women In Astronomy
Implicit bias is a thing, just like privilege. Calling it out isn’t meant to shame anyone, but to alert us to step it up and improve ourselves so everyone can have a voice. Be conscious of what you and others are saying, and know when not to speak.