Hello, internet. I haven’t shouted into your void in a while now. How’s it going?
Science Penguin [x]
The problem that needs to be fixed is not kick all the girls out of YA, it’s teach boys that stories featuring female protagonists or written by female authors also apply to them. Boys fall in love. Boys want to be important. Boys have hopes and fears and dreams and ambitions. What boys also have is a sexist society in which they are belittled for “liking girl stuff.” Male is neutral, female is specific.
I heard someone mention that Sarah Rees Brennan’s THE DEMON’S LEXICON would be great for boys, but they’d never read it with that cover. Friends, then the problem is NOT with the book. It’s with the society that’s raising that boy. It’s with the community who inculcated that boy with the idea that he can’t read a book with an attractive guy on the cover.
Here’s how we solve the OMG SO MANY GIRLS IN YA problem: quit treating women like secondary appendages. Quit treating women’s art like it’s a niche, novelty creation only for girls. Quit teaching boys to fear the feminine, quit insisting that it’s a hardship for men to have to relate to anything that doesn’t specifically cater to them.
Because if I can watch Raiders of the Lost Ark and want to grow up to be an archaeologist, there’s no reason at all that a boy shouldn’t be able to read THE DEMON’S LEXICON with its cover on. My friends, sexism doesn’t just hurt women, and our young men’s abysmal rate of attraction to literacy is the proof of it.
If you want to fix the male literary crisis, here’s your solution:
Become a feminist.
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (by ASCAP)
How eyeliner styles change your eye appearance.
Tagging for future reference
I TRIED TO EXPLAIN THIS TO SOMEONE ONCE AND THEY DIDN’T GET IT. I do this frequently with my makeup..
TRYING TO LIVE A HEALTHIER LIFESTYLE?
How to Start a Healthier Lifestyle
EATING AND RECIPES
An Obscene Amount of Health Food Porn
Kickin’ Healthy Meal Ideas for Breakfast, Lunch & Dinner
How to Eat Well With Zero Cash
Before and After Workout Snack Ideas
Super 8-Step Salad Wraps
Not-Quite-Unnecessary Raving about Broccoli Slaw
Foods that Cause Bloating
Eat Breakfast, Here’s Why
Making Conscious Health Choices: Who Decides?
Not eating enough…but not hungry either?
OATMEAL MANIA SWEEPS THE NATION
Sunshine Oatmeal Recipe
Oatmeal Porn from The Pea Pod
Chocolate Oatmeal Cookie-In-A-Bowl
An Overwhelming Amount of Oatmeal Recipes
AVOIDING EATING DISORDERS
The Minnesota Starvation Study
Why Starving Seems to Work
Stop the ED Hate
How Bulimia Affects Your Body
“The Binge” and Why You Should Eat When You’re Hungry
What to do After a Binge
What is Intuitive Eating?
WEIGHT LOSS & EXERCISE
How to Determine Your Ideal Weight
How to Overcome A Plateau
Why You Aren’t Losing Weight
How to Burn Fat Fastest
How to Start Running [Couch to 5k]
How to Tone [Insert Body Area]
Building Lean Muscle vs. Bulky Muscle
But I Don’t Want to Get Bulky!
Yoga: The Basics and How to Get Started
77 Reasons To Do Yoga
YouTube Yoga for Beginners
My [Personal] Favorite YouTube Yoga Routine
Body Type/Frame Size Calculator
Ideal Weight Calculator
How Much Weight You Can Lose By Prom/Summer/Your Wedding/This Thursday/Tonight
I appreciate you and all of your life choices.
This is a picture of me and my two gorgeous best friends. Clearly, we all have very different body types, and you know what? None of us is healthier, prettier or happier than the others because of it.
That’s me on the left. I’m short, super petite, and have about as much muscle mass as a blob of gelatin. Despite being naturally thin, I have always been far from in shape. Not even a month ago, running two minutes at a time was a struggle—now I can run without stopping for more than a half hour.
Felicia, in the center, is probably the most active girl I know. The opposite of me, she’s one of those people that can build muscle just by looking in the direction of a dumbbell. She loves running like I do, and we’ve discussed running a 5k. She’s a big yoga enthusiast and has tried all sorts of different forms that I can’t pronounce, and she’s found free community yoga classes for us to attend together. Also, she has abs of steel, seriously. She’s helping me with my ab workouts. She’s also recently lost over 60 lbs through her active lifestyle and healthy diet.
That’s my friend Maddy on the right. She’s curvy and feminine, but she’s a beast in the gym. Strength training is her thing. She could probably bench press two of me. Not only is she incredibly strong, she’s insanely flexible and an avid pole dancer. We’re taking classes together even though she can spin circles around me on that damn pole, and look gorgeous while she does it.
My friends inspire me so much, and remind me that diversity is lovely. You don’t have to be skinny to be beautiful and confident, nor do you have to look like girls in Nike ads to be strong and fit. You don’t need to weigh a certain number, fit into a certain size, or have a certain appearance to be confident, healthy, or happy. I think that my friends prove that to me.
I’ll never be long and willowy like a supermodel, or well-built like all those fitspo girls. I’ll never look like either of my friends, and they’ll never look like me. And that’s ok, because fitness is about being the best you can be, not comparing yourself to others.
Embrace what you have, and help others embrace what they have. Fitness is funner with friends. Get them involved. Take a class, go for a walk, make a healthy dinner together. You’ll always have support and a fun activity to bond over.
not much has changed since 1998
The biggest lie you ever told me was that you’d fight to keep me. And if that wasn’t true, than that means I was right. You didn’t love me like I thought you did. If you did, I would have been worth fighting for. That’s some circular logic, but that doesn’t make it less true. You never put the same kind of effort into our relationship as I did. You were always able to spin sweet nothings, lies and tales of how much you loved me, but you were never able to prove it with your actions, because only a fraction of what you said was true. I don’t know why you lied to yourself, and to me, but you did. Maybe because you wanted your words to be true just as much as I did.
Regardless, you taught me more about love in one calendar year than I ever learned from a lifetime of devouring romance novels and romcoms. You taught me how to kiss. You taught me never to settle for a partner who didn’t think I was the most beautiful thing on this planet, even if it wasn’t objectively true. You showed me how to love someone else completely, for every vice and every virtue and every flaw in-between. You gave me more confidence in myself than I’ve ever had before. Nothing is harder than leaving someone you love simply because you know, deep down, that they don’t love you enough. That’s what I did, though, and I don’t regret it. I just wish I hadn’t had to, which is not quite the same thing. Regret would be wishing it had never happened. What I feel is sadness that it had to end, but a certainty that ending it was right. So, thank you, I hate you, how could you, I miss you, why didn’t you, I love you, and good night. Sweet dreams.
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