sailorslayer3641:

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ronstormer:

effinglioness:

ninjabrianhasanstd:

mortallyfoolish:

Elle Woods was hollering back before the movement. This is why i love this movie. It’s so progressive. Elle is a femme feminist who comes by it the hard way. She doesn’t change for the bookish people, the elitists, or for the feminists. She just does what she needs to do, and what she wants, even when at first it was chasing a boy. Then the movie drops the romance. IT DROPS THE ROMANCE. chick flicks don’t do that. Emmett asking her out is a footnote at the very end. And this whole time, she is classy, and lady like, and has pride in herself and her work. She’ll go to a costume party as a playboy bunny, but like hell will she sleep with her professor for an internship. Elle is my feminist role model

Same.

Elle Woods 4ever

I remember listening to my DAD defend Legally Blonde. An uncle was saying “Oh look, it’s that stupid movie again.” as he flipped through the channels. My dad responded with “Oh yeah, that movie where the blonde girl with great grades works really hard to get into pre-law, studies hard and proves herself to her peers and bosses while maintaining her integrity and not sleeping with her boss? What a terrible message to send girls.”

Also, I love this movie because Reese Witherspoon. 

And don’t forget that she has serious female friends and wins the case by way of her specialist knowledge of so-called “feminine things” that no one else takes seriously enough to even bother with.

The movie also passes the Bechdel test.

LET’S NOT FORGET that even though it starts with a situation where two girls are rivals for the same guy, they BOTH choose to ignore the social codes (and hollywood bylaws) that tell them they should be cat-fighting and trying to one-up each other, and instead they realize that they make good working partners and better friends and screw rivalry, AND ALSO HAVE EACH OTHER’S BACKS RE: WORKPLACE SEXUAL HARASSMENT. And that it portrays sororities as places where women can learn to work together and respect each other and help each other out, which sets the stage for the way Elle treats everyone she meets for the rest of the movie. OH AND IT HAS A FAT SIDE CHARACTER WHO OVERCOMES EMOTIONAL ABUSE, IS NEVER FAT-SHAMED OR USED AS THE BRUNT OF A FAT JOKE, AND LANDS THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE ENTIRE FILM. 

ALL. OF. THIS.

directorlazard:

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fuckyeahifightlikeagirl:

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beben-eleben:

For future reference.

Thank you.

For those who would ever need it. -C

reblogging here because i can see this being relevant to anyone who’s ever tried to get out of an abusive relationship

Reblogging because that last comment made me reread the whole thing in a new light and realize this could be vital information. So, putting it out there for everyone, and hoping no one ever really needs it.

fuwaprince:

Just a few aggressive suggestions:

Stop shaming mentally ill people for being too scared to go to therapy, keep giving them gentle encouragement and support instead

Stop shaming mentally ill people for laying in bed all day, understand that their illness can be extremely exhausting instead

Stop shaming mentally ill people for taking medication, remind them to take it and refill their prescriptions instead

Stop shaming mentally ill people for “letting themselves” be mentally ill, encourage them to make healthier life choices and praise them for trying instead

Stop shaming mentally ill people for being too ill to keep up with their hygiene, offer to help in any way they’re comfortable with and remind them every once in a while to brush their teeth or bathe instead

Stop shaming mentally ill people for self harm, ask if their wounds are cleaned out and suggest alternatives instead

Goodbye Ana

this-is-anorexia:

thinnerdream:

It is finished. I am done. I am going to take care of myself and to recover. I’m already followed by psys for several months, but I always refused the cure, I didn’t want to see the reality. The reality is that I became a skeleton, a ghost. When my family and my old friends sees me they are in shock, they’re worried and their reaction hurts. Since I’ve lost weight nobody told me once that I was beautiful. No, I make people scared now. The doctor who received me to Sainte-Anne told me that he would refuse to help me to recover if I keep starving. And if I continue to lose weight, I would be hospitalized. I’ve lost at least 27 pounds, I weighed 125 lbs and now I weigh 99 lbs and my height is 5’5’’. I have a BMI of 16.5. And no more strength. I want to live. And I know that if I continue to lose weight I am going to die. I don’t have strength anymore to walk, when I go up stairs I am breathless. I am only 20 years old and I have the body of a 80-year-old woman. The more I continue to lose weight and the less I have strength to keep living, to get up in the morning, to do the things I like. I’ve lost 2 years of my life. 2 years when I had only one obsession: my weight. It was literally hell. I think of those nights when I didn’t manage to sleep because I haven’t eaten anything the whole day. I held hours without eating, minimum 24 hours and sometimes I held until 3 days without eating anything. I hadn’t even the strength to read, to watch a movie or even to concentrate. I stopped eating. And I stopped living. It was not spent one day when I didn’t hear Ana’s voice; who told me that I would always be too fat and never skinny enough and that the solution was to starve myself to death. But what that has me to bring? Nothing. Except sadness, pain and tiredness. I had a goal weight to reach: 99 lbs. That’s it. I weigh 99 lbs. Am I happier? No. It’s worse than before. All that I want it is to lose weight again and again. Reach 88 lbs. But I know that in 88 lbs I will have a BMI of 14.5. And I’ll risk to be never able to give birth later. My menstruations already stopped and I would not take anymore the risk of becoming sterile otherwise I would regret it all my life. That will never stop. It is an infernal circle where there is unfortunately no end. Unless we decide to stop. I thought that achieve this ideal weight would help me to be happy, but not at all. It is a number on a scale. It took time to myself before realizing that. What makes happiness is not a number on a scale, it’s these little things in life such as work out, study, go out with friends, have a walk. And all that is possible when we have some strength. And for have strength it is necessary to eat. Your body needs food to work normally and your brain also. I know that if I continue to lose weight I can say goodbye to my studies, in a few weeks I’m going to pass my driving test and it will be impossible if I don’t have enough strength. I don’t say that I am recovered but I’m going to do all my possible to be. I hope that one day I will find the happiness I’ve lost before all this changes me and that I could eat normal as before. Nobody deserves that. My body doesn’t deserve all I did. I mistreated it as I was mistreated. I punished it, I deprived it of food. When I was in high school, I’ve underwent a school bullying and it changed everything. I have already suffered enough and I don’t deserve to keep suffering. Nobody deserves to do that to its body. I believe that we can all be recovered if we really want to. I saw several doctors, psychologists and psychiatrists and they all told me the same thing, as if I continued I was going to die but before I’ll finish hospitalized with a feeding tube. I may have been followed but in fact I knew that the cure would come from me and it would come only if I accept to change. I was already hospitalized, I know how it is. And for nothing in the world I wish to be hospitalized again. It is to me that returns the choice. Live or die. Being free or being locked. Yes we all going to die, but nobody deserves to die like that. Starving ourselves to death, while we are young and we have so many beautiful things to live. I’m going to begin again to eat and I’m going to begin again to live. I know that it will not be easy and that it will take time, but I’m lucky enough to have my parents always there for me. I will make it through. I will overcome this voice in my head, the voice of Ana, the voice of anorexia. Then I say goodbye Ana. I do this for my future, I keep fighting to have one day a beautiful job and have a family. That’s not worth it I swear it will costs your life and your life is precious even if you don’t believe it for now. You hope to be happy when you will reach your goal weight but that will not make you happier. I missed so many things and today I just wish to make up for lost time. I wish you all to find this strength in you and not to let Ana’s voice destroy you. I believe in you. Everybody can recover. Everybody deserves to recover. Nobody deserves this life. You’re not only. And it’s never too late to ask for help. Tell it. Don’t stay in the secret. Tell it to a close friend, to your family or to a professional. And think of the future, your life doesn’t amount to lose pounds. You can do anything.
I will not post anymore or maybe things about recovery. I keep this account anyway and I will always be there to talk. Take care of you. Stay safe. Your life worth everything.

THIS.