Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989)
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Anonymous said: I had 6 abortions. Pro-lifers: MASS MURDERER11!!!!11!1!1. They always say that, until they learn that they were all ectopic pregnancies that REQUIRED abortion or else both of us would die. Pro-lifers need to mind their own business.
Because pro-lifers care about the unborn fetuses more than the person who has to carry it in their body. They think abortions are “selfish” and “inhumane” but what’s really selfish is taking away a person’s bodily rights because they don’t agree with something that doesn’t have any effect on their lives. Like you said, they need to mind their own business. I’m glad you’re okay and I hope for the best for you in the future. -Taylor
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tw: abuse, rape, domestic violence
A few weeks ago my mom stapled pages of a story in one of her women’s magazines together and handed it to me. She gave it to me pretty much with the tag lines “for your feminist blog” and “something new to consider.” Indeed it was; she knows me well.
The story is titled “I was forced to be pregnant.” With a title like that, reading it was actually not on the top of my to read list. I thought it was about women not exercising their right to choice. I was very, very wrong on that one.
Have you ever heard of Reproductive coercion? It is a term that was quite recently coined by the advocates against domestic violence to describe a certain type of abuse some women face. It occurs when a man pressures their partner to have kids and/or impregnates them against their will. Reproductive coercion comes in three different types:
1. Emotional pressure that turns into verbal and physical abuse.
2. Sabotaging birth control
3. Marital rape
Over 75% of women 19-49 who reported once experiencing domestic violence also endured some type of reproductive control by men. It’s all about control and domination over a woman’s body.
The first story in the magazine is about a woman who got married around 36 years of age. After a few months of dating her boyfriend talked excitedly about having children. After he proposed he began calling her “The Babymaker.” She then confided with him that one of her fallopian tubes was blocked. He in return insisted she see a fertility doctor. She recounts, “I had finally met a great guy who was eager to start a family with me. What woman wouldn’t fall for that?” Soon after her honeymoon he persisted on in an obsessive manner, but his efforts had to be temporarily halted as she had to get emergency back surgery. Alas, 6 months into recovery he was back to pressuring her again. She was in much pain at the time due to her back, but she agreed to In Vitro Fertilization. She then became pregnant, but soon miscarried. In response, her husband grabbed her by the neck, choking her. He apologized, blaming his outburst on his grief and had her sign up for another round of IVF. And then a third round. She tried to put him off with the excuse that she needed to weigh more before she could take treatments, her husband forced her to get on the scale often and filled the fridge with fattening foods. “It hurt that all I was good for was getting pregnant.” She recounts. At the end, he screamed at her, threatening to replace her with a maid if she couldn’t get pregnant and she told him she no longer wanted to have his child. He destroyed bedroom furniture, pushed her down the stairs and threatened her with a gun. She fled to a domestic violence shelter.
The second story was about a woman who faced marital rape. This woman was 40, had a then boyfriend and two children from a previous marriage. After telling her boyfriend she did not want any more children, her boyfriend refused to wear a condom and began to rape her. She then became pregnant with her third child. Birth control was never an option for her because she couldn’t hide pills anywhere for he went through all of her belongings. Three months after giving birth, he raped her again, impregnating her with twins. She lost the twins in a physical fight with him, but soon became pregnant again. During her recovery she begged her obstetrician to remove her ovaries and devise a lie to tell him; that she had cancer. After a decade of sexual abuse and violence she was able to get a job that kept her out of the house and often times traveling.
One in four callers to the National Domestic Abuse hotline said that their partners had tried to force them to become pregnant. Why? As one woman stated, “Its like he wants to own me from the inside out.” Having a baby is the perfect tie that binds. These type of abusers want to create a circumstance in which their partner is dependent on him.
WHAT’S THAT HAVE TO DO WITH PLANNED PARENTHOOD?
Many voters never consider how defunding these clinics could hurt victims of domestic violence who turn to them for counseling as well as pregnancy prevention. Abused women will turn to health care providers long before they will turn to domestic abuse hotlines and organizations. Many women in abusive relationships rely on life saving, affordable care programs such as Title X. It is critical that such places are open and operation when women and children need them so desperately.
holy fuck im crying.
I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse.
I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem.
Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo.
When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to.
And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe.
I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy.
I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.
Whose life are you for, pro lifers?
*hugs* I am so so so sorry and you need to leave him as soon as possible
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Anonymous said: I love how black people make mike brown the hero instead of the clerk he assaulted and robbed. That guy has to deal with ghetto uneducated thugs and welfare queens everyday and somehow hasn't snapped. I love white people like you who have no extent of the degradation and just blindly bitch about social justice. People like mike brown would kill you if they could, they don't respect the law or society, and think they have the right to do as they please (this applies to all races)
*deep breathes* First things first, glad you stumbled onto my humble blog. Now strap yourself in, cause it’s gonna be a bumpy ride!
Seems like the only “uneducated thug” here is your racist ass, since you didn’t bother to bring a single fact into your bullshit anonymous comment. It has been confirmed by multiple sources, INCLUDING the police chief of Ferguson himself, that Mike Brown WAS NOT stopped as suspect in the “robbery” of a pack of cigars from a convenience store. The corrupt pigs masquerading as law enforcement tried and failed to make that claim stick. They even went so far as to release a tape of the theft against the DOJ’s orders to corroborate the mountain of lies building to justify the murder of an unarmed teenager. However, even they recognized that it was time to let that story go.
But let us not be deterred by facts or reality. I find it hilarious that you would talk about people with no respect for law or society in the same breath as Mike Brown. I don’t give a flying fuck if he WAS a thug who stole from that store. Does that somehow make him exempt from due process? Are his constitutional rights somehow voided? The individual who violated the law that day was Darren Wilson, the person sworn to uphold and protect it. You know who seems to be violating the law the most in the aftermath of this murder? Law enforcement, yet again! Conspiracy, violations of first amendment rights, inciting violence, abuse of power, use of excessive force— take your pick. But I’m sure you’re one of those lovely Klan folks that don’t believe “thugs and welfare queens” are even human beings, so why should they be afforded equal recognition under the law.
And while I will settle for high yellow on a bad day, I have never been nor will I ever be white. I have no extent of the degradation and just blindly following what exactly?! I’m a queer woman of color living in a homophobic, sexist, racist society. I worry every single day that the next news story I’ll see about a killer cop will feature a family member as a victim. My cousin got roughed up by the police a mile from his IVY LEAGUE school because they didn’t think he belonged in that neighborhood. Fuck, my mother had to be walked into her elementary school every single day for a year BY A US MARSHALL because she dared to go to a white school in a segregated southern town. What do you know about degradation, beyond the way you degrade others through some fucked up perspective you’ve ascribed to entire race/ethnicity of people? I have to deal with bigots like you everyday— it’s amazing that I haven’t snapped. A Black person has never tried to kill me, however I have had a gun pulled on me by a WHITE MAN while canvassing during a political campaign. The only people I’m worried are trying to kill me are people like you.
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During the Bubonic Plague, doctors wore these bird-like masks to avoid becoming sick. They would fill the beaks with spices and rose petals, so they wouldn’t have to smell the rotting bodies.
A theory during the Bubonic Plague was that the plague was caused by evil spirits. To scare the spirits away, the masks were intentionally designed to be creepy.
Mission fucking accomplished
Okay so I love this but it doesn’t cover the half of why the design is awesome and actually borders on making sense.
It wasn’t just that they didn’t want to smell the infected and dead, they thought it was crucial to protecting themselves. They had no way of knowing about what actually caused the plague, and so one of the other theories was that the smell of the infected all by itself was evil and could transmit the plague. So not only would they fill their masks with aromatic herbs and flowers, they would also burn fires in public areas, so that the smell of the smoke would “clear the air”. This all related to the miasma theory of contagion, which was one of the major theories out there until the 19th century. And it makes sense, in a way. Plague victims smelled awful, and there’s a general correlation between horrible septic smells and getting horribly sick if you’re around what causes them for too long.
You can see now that we’ve got two different theories as to what caused the plague that were worked into the design. That’s because the whole thing was an attempt by the doctors to cover as many bases as they could think of, and we’re still not done.
The glass eyepieces. They were either darkened or red, not something you generally want to have to contend with when examining patients. But the plague might be spread by eye contact via the evil eye, so best to ward that off too.
The illustration shows a doctor holding a stick. This was an examination tool, that helped the doctors keep some distance between themselves and the infected. They already had gloves on, but the extra level of separation was apparently deemed necessary. You could even take a pulse with it. Or keep people the fuck away from you, which was apparently a documented use.
Finally, the robe. It’s not just to look fancy, the cloth was waxed, as were all of the rest of their clothes. What’s one of the properties of wax? Water-based fluids aren’t absorbed by it. This was the closest you could get to a sterile, fully protecting garment back then. Because at least one person along the line was smart enough to think “Gee, I’d really rather not have the stuff coming out of those weeping sores anywhere on my person”.
So between all of these there’s a real sense that a lot of real thought was put into making sure the doctors were protected, even if they couldn’t exactly be sure from what. They worked with what information they had. And frankly, it’s a great design given what was available! You limit exposure to aspirated liquids, limit exposure to contaminated liquids already present, you limit contact with the infected. You also don’t give fleas any really good place to hop onto. That’s actually useful.
Beyond that, there were contracts the doctors would sign before they even got near a patient. They were to be under quarantine themselves, they wouldn’t treat patients without a custodian monitoring them and helping when something had to be physically contacted, and they would not treat non-plague patients for the duration. There was an actual system in place by the time the plague doctors really became a thing to make sure they didn’t infect anyone either.
These guys were the product of the scientific process at work, and the scientific process made a bitchin’ proto-hazmat suit. And containment protocols!
god I love these fuckin things
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And here we see a majestic wild mop without a handle frolicking on a beach…
Reblogged from The Aimless Musings of a College Senior.
Embroidered this into my pillow case
Reblogged from The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Me.