This.
I’m going to reblog this every time it crosses my dash. <3
(via lokeanconcubine)
I Hate Bra Shopping
Can I just stop for a moment to talk about bras?
Because I am sick and tired of the fact that, accounting for supermarkets, fashion shops for young people, fashion shops for older people, dedicated lingerie shops and market stalls, there is a total of ONE place in my town that even stocks bras in my cup size.
I’m sick of wasting half an hour reaching into the back of every shelf of bras in a shop only to come away with nothing even close to fitting me. I’m sick of trying to avoid that by asking the sales staff what the largest size bra they sell is, only to find out that their assurance that they “have larger size bras” means “one bra we sell goes up to a DD” or that “we have a really broad range of sizes” means “we started selling an E cup bra a week ago.”. and that “I’m sure we’ll have your size” means “I didn’t even know H cups existed.”.
I’m sick and tired of the fact that, accounting for this, the section of the shop where they keep the bras which go up to my size - not that are my size, but which encompass my size as well as all the others - is 1/5th the size of the rest of the lingerie section.
I’m sick of the fact that, even in this section, half the ranges don’t go up to my cup size at all. I’m sick of the fact that, when they do offer a bra in my cup size, they put all the bras on one shelf, the knickers to match on the one below, and the bras in my size on the shelf with the knickers… behind the knickers, so I have to bend over and reach into the back to even see if they have my size in stock.
I’m sick of the fact that, of the bras available in my size, half of them are beige. I’m sick of the fact that half of them are plain t-shirt bras with awkward padding in the cups. I’m suck of the fact that none of the bridal lingerie - not the bustiers, not the corselettes, not even the basic bras - come even close to my size. I’m sick of the fact that, even though my size is always one of the first to sell out, they never get more of it in, so often even if a range includes my size, they’ll be out of stock.
I’m sick of the fact that those plain, beige t-shirt bras cost more than the pretty, fancy, lacy bras for smaller cup sizes. I’m sick of the fact that, when the one shop that sells my cup size has a sale, the ranges that even include my cup size don’t get reduced. I’m sick of the fact that when the ranges that include my size do get reduced, they get reduced by less than the smaller ranges which were already cheaper to begin with.
I’m sick of the fact that on the very rare occasions I find the magical unicorn that is:
- A bra in my size
- Not beige
- Physically comfortable to wear
- On sale
It still costs more than a smaller cup bra at full price.
I’m sick of not being able to go lingerie shopping with my friends, because shopping with me turns from a fun, giggly romp of everyone trying out new things, to a depressing slog while I watch them try on all the things I’m apparently not allowed to have.
I’m sick of having my only choice be to buy bras online, when those bras already cost twice as much as smaller size bras and now have postage costs on top, when I can’t try the bras on beforehand to see if they fit, and when returning them means waiting maybe over a week for the refund, during which time I still can’t pick up a new bra.
Oh. And I’m sick of other plus size women telling me that having large breasts means I have “shape privilege”, because large breasts are theoretically desirable.
Privilege is not about who wants to fuck you. It’s about social and legal barriers, both overt and subtle, that are only erected for some people.
Do I have bra-shopping size privilege over women larger than me? Sure! Some of them can’t even find bras in their back size in shops! But that has fuck all to do with the cup size I wear.
Bill Bailey GIF Collection
For Later Reference (also bonus shit-ton of black books gifs)
Please reblog with your own so I can save them!
Forms in Nature by Hilden Diaz is a light sculpture that casts shadows resembling tree branches on the surrounding walls.
WANT.
WANTWANTWANT.
I must have this.
(via lokeanconcubine)
Argentina JUST PASSED a groundbreaking gender identity bill!!!
From now on, people will be able to change the name and gender on their ID without needing psychiatric permission or any body modifications. Furthermore, anyone who does want hormones or surgery will be able to access them for free through the public and private health system.
It was passed unanimously today by the Senate
UNANIMOUSLY
Argentina is just getting more awesome by the year. Countries that aren’t Argentina need to take note.
(Source: genderqueer, via lokeanconcubine)
The founding of Towermarks.
Tumblr was being a bitch about upload image size so here’s the full comic in one piece: http://uploadpad.com/files/dwarves.jpg
(via fuckyeahdwarffortress)
My email inbox:
Dear Miss McDorf
Thank you for your application for factory work. Unfortunately, having reviewed your CV, I don’t think this would be an appropriate position for you.
However, we do have a PA vacancy available. If you are interested, please let me know when it would be convenient for me to schedule an interview.
Dear McDorf. We do not want to offer you this drudgery. Would you accept this golden bauble of gleaming opportunity instead? Sincerely, your new god.
…The cupcake is my penis the job.
My desire for personal space and respect apparently doesn’t matter, or “Why the small things DO matter”
Subtle Misogyny: A Tale of Two Dudes
THIS.
I felt increasingly angry and anti-touchy the more I read of this. Know this feeling SO MUCH. I couldn’t put up with it, though, I don’t have the tolerance for it - so I’d probably end up blowing up at the work dude and scaring the shit out of half the office (and getting labelled a crazy bitch. Whatevs, don’t care just stop doing it), and just stop skyping or hanging out with the gaming dudes.
