thefaceofbro:

brightstartheory:

okay am I the only one who finds a problem with this? I thought we were past the acting like people aren’t size zero or that size zeros aren’t people? obviously fat-shaming goes a lot deeper and more oppressive than thin-shaming but c’mon this is ellen. she should know better and her whole fucking basis of comedy and her show is not being mean and teasing anyone and accepting yourself.

Size zero — as far as I’m aware — only exists in America.  Here, you might find a size four around, but usually you go down to a size six, and anything smaller than that is children’s sizes. 

To me this is a terminology issue.  There are people who aspire to this size zero, and why would you want to aspire to “nothing?”  With a lead in like “It’s getting ridiculous, there is a size zero,” I’m taking this as her addressing the unhealthy level of weight loss achieved through anorexia and bulimia.  Yes there are people who are naturally small, which is fine. But there are unhealthily underweight men and women out there too, some intentionally driving themselves towards this “nothing” size.

It’s a bit of a dodgy one for Ellen, I’ll admit.  But I don’t see it as bullying of a weight range, rather pointing out a possibly questionable fashion institution.  

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sharnacious:

When I first got to Seattle, I took a walk around my new neighbourhood, Greenlake, to get to know the place. And by that I mean I went and found the nearest fro-yo shop. As I was rounding the corner back to my house I saw the most glorious thing sitting on the sidewalk: that cat, right there. That glorious, weird-faced cat He came right up to me and we had a cuddle and I made sure to take a picture. Mostly because how can you verbally describe that face, am I right? 

I went inside and was all, “So, Lauren, there’s this weird looking cat.” And she’s all, “The white shaved one with the face?” And I was all, “YEAH!” That’s how that conversation went. She told me that he hangs around the neighbourhood and is super friendly

After that, every time I left the house or came home, I was hoping to run into the cat again. When I went out the other day for a walk (read: to get fro-yo), he was across the street chillin’. Maybe a little bit of illin’. (I have no idea what that means.) But this time he had a name tag.

AND IT SAID “MISTER FACE”.

Holy shit. That may be the most perfect name for that cat. I can’t even… Ugh, too good

Anyway, I think Mister Face should be famous on the Internet. He’s obviously way more fantastic than all those other Internet cats (sorry beloved Grumpy Cat and Lil Bub, but it’s true). The only problem is that I’m afraid of Reddit. And everyone knows Reddit is how cats become famous

So somebody who is not afraid of Reddit should post some pictures of Mister Face so he can become famous. Then when people are all, “Excuse me, ma’am, could you hold the elevator for me?” I can be all, “Um, I discovered Mister Face. What have you done?” as the door closes in their face

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peachymints:

If you haven’t seen this film yet, it’s pretty entertaining. 

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guniwfool:

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adventurerscelebrationgathering:

Tell ‘em. 

I dedicate this little number to all those who like to say Disney princesses are nothing but passive, submissive, and horrible role models. 

Bless this post.

I feel like one of the worst examples of this sort of misinterpretation comes from the way people respond to Belle.

When people play Belle off as this passive useless little waif it makes me want to bury my face in something and scream myself hoarse, because Belle is THE FIRST Disney Princess whose primary motivation to move forward in the film isn’t for her own personal gain. She mentions it the first song into the movie, that she wants adventure and she wants to get away from her tiny, isolated little village, and that’s treated as character motivation and a reason she doesn’t want to settle down with Gaston (also foul misogyny but whatever). Yet THE SECOND she realises that her sick father is being held against his will in this dank little tower she offers herself in his place. She doesn’t try to rescue him or reason with the beast, just gives herself up with only a moment’s hesitation. And she acts with honest, open surprise when the Beast offers her a room.

SHE FULLY EXPECTS TO SPEND THE REST OF HER LIFE CONFINED TO A SHITTY LITTLE DUNGEON IN A LARGELY FORGOTTEN CASTLE AT THE HANDS OF A TERRIFYING MONSTER AND AGREES TO THIS DESPITE HER OWN PERSONAL DRIVE TO GET OUT INTO THE “GREAT WIDE SOMEWHERE” AND HAVE AN ADVENTURE OF HER OWN BECAUSE IT WILL SAVE HER FATHERS LIFE

HER BIGGEST REGRET OVER MAKING THIS CHOICE IS THAT THE BEAST DOESN’T GIVE HER A CHANCE TO SAY GOODBYE

And then when she gets out of the dungeon she rebels against him, refuses to come down to dinner, argues against him, stands up for herself, but still doesn’t run until she’s actually scared for her life all because she made a promise to the beast. Have you seen that motherfucker? I would be TERRIFIED. I’d fucking do whatever he said, as soon as he said it.

There’s this mentality that if a woman doesn’t put on her warrior boots she’s a poor role model and a waste of space and there’s no strength to her and it’s the biggest pile of horseshit I’ve ever been pushed to swallow down.

This is why I hate it when people say Belle has Stockholm Syndrome. She didn’t fall in love with the Beast until he acting like a decent human being to her and when she was offered a chance to leave, she did leave and only in order to help her father.

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