The artist behind the “Stop Telling Women to Smile” campaign wheat pasting in downtown Atlanta, GA.
This is such a vain campaign.
how self absorbed do you have to be
I guess I’m an oppressor now because I tell people to smile if I see them sad.
In my case, smiling can actually help you feel better.
If being asked to smile is the worst thing to happen to women, I’ll take it.
Because trying to be friendly is oppression. Ever tried to see things a bit more positively? Maybe someone asks you to smile because they want to try and cheer you up a bit? No, let’s just assume that all those evil gross men want you to smile for their entertainment only, because OBVIOUSLY every man is selfish like that (oh and women would never ever say things like that am I right?).
"I tell people to smile if I see them sad."
You assume that someone is sad. And sometimes, people do not appreciate you interjecting your assumptions onto them. Moving throughout the day with a neutral face does not mean you are sad. It means that you are simply not smiling.
If someone IS sad, being told to smile is not an automatic pick-me-up. Smiling is a natural reaction. People do not need to be told when to smile. It will happen easily and genuinely for them.
"If being asked to smile is the worst thing to happen to women, I’ll take it."
Really? Do you really think this work is saying that being told to smile is the worst thing that happens to women?
"Maybe someone asks you to smile because they want to try and cheer you up a bit?"
Wrong. “Smile for me.” “You’d be prettier if you smiled.” “Let me get a smile.” etc. Those are not gestures of comfort. Those are attempts by the man asking (read: demanding) to make the woman more approachable for HIM. For her to be more physically appealing to HIM.
It has nothing to do with her or her emotions. And that is what the title work is about.
I find it really mind-boggling that I have to remind people that the title of the project has nothing to do with the act of smiling. It’s about the demand to smile.
It’s also interesting that the Smile piece is the subject of this thread, when it isn’t the piece in the photo. STWTS encompasses a range of statements that address street harassment - including the one pictured, “Women Are Not Outside For Your Entertainment”. Why isn’t the conversation about that poster?
Being told to smile is one instance that fits into this larger context of the way women are treated in the public space. Each poster serves as that very same thing - one reaction to a particular type of treatment. All together, the posters are confronting a larger issue. People get stuck on the smile piece, when there is a larger issue that the posters are pointing to.
All the above. Incidentally, every person who’s told me to smile has been really aggressive and weird about it, like my lack of a smile was personally offensive to them.
The most recent instance that I was told to smile by a stranger in public, I had been told less than an hour before that my friend had attempted suicide and was currently in the hospital. So maybe think about that the next time you start to assume that other people’s faces and emotions are ANY OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS.
Last time I was told to smile it was directly after being sexually harassed at work by a customer. The man demanding I smile for him and his friends didn’t see me be sexually harassed, and just made assumptions about why I looked so upset, and instead of saying nothing or asking if I was okay, he decided to demand I smile for him.
This is why telling women to smile is self-entitled, and self-absorbed. you are literally ignoring the other person’s feelings and putting your own needs ahead of theirs, and really it’s not that big of a deal to leave people the fuck alone.
so someone once called my old english teacher immature (because at this point he was spinning around on a wheely chair) and he said:
“Yeah, but the truth is we never really grow up. We just masquerade as adults because that’s what we’re expected to do.”
and to this day that is the single most profound thing i have ever heard uttered by someone dicking around on a swivel chair
What the lump?! You’re not at Comic-Con either? LAME. We, personally, will be watching Adventure Time reruns and giving ourselves a lumpin’ AWESOME LSP mani to make ourselves feel better, thanks. Click through for the full-size how-to, you beauties, and keep an eye out for more fab Ooo projects this fall.
Of course when I announce I won’t have time to be on the internet for months, I get sick enough that I have to stay in bed three days straight with nothing to do but nap and be on the interwebz. #ohtheirony
one half of tumblr:
“i just wanna cuddle under a blanket and eat soup and watch movies all day with you and maybe kiss your cheek and stare into your eyes and hold your hand and tell you i love you”
other half of tumblr:
“unf i want to take all of your clothes off with my mouth then ram you against the wall and pin your arms up and then just fuck the shit out of you”
Queenfattyoftherollpalace’s bath bomb giveaway!
I know a lot of you have been interested in my bath bombs but can’t afford to spend money on non-essentials, so I want to give you a chance to win some and treat yourself!
What I’m giving away:
A set of my Harry Potter house themed bath bombs.
This includes one of each:
- honeysuckle scented Gryffindor bomb
- rose & sage scented Slytherin bomb
- midnight pomegranate scented Ravenclaw bomb
- lemon & honey scented Hufflepuff bomb
Now for the rules!
- Be following me. There’s no point in doing a giveaway for my followers if the winner isn’t following me. Yes, I will check.
- Likes count, reblogs count.
- US only, because of shipping costs.
The giveaway will end August 20th.
If you don’t win but still want some bath bombs, you can buy them from my storenvy, sweetwaterbath.
If you have any questions please message me.
Dear tumblr folks
My name is Ryan (they/them/their) and I am a queer, Indigenous artist. I am Lac du Flambeau Ojibwe and an aspiring artist and fashion photographer. I am currently fundraising so I will have the opportunity to attend the Institute of American Indian Arts in Santa Fe in the fall.
Finances have been the biggest struggle so far. a lot of my money went to an institution that was neither culturally competent or supportive towards my needs as a native artist. A lot of my work was misidentified with the wrong cultures, I was told I should include more “headdresses” in my work. So I need to go to IAIA because it will give me the education I crave, need, deserve, and clearly earned through 3 years of struggling at another university that could not and did not provide the tools for me to succeed.
This is a space that is focused on the art i want to bring and will allow me the opportunities and the work spaces to grow and become a better artist.
Please consider donating and help this 2 spirit individual successfully travel to and occupy a space that was created for me and will provide the necessary support.
All funding will go to cover transportation.
Facebook Photography page to see more of my work: http://www.facebook.com/RMYoungPhotography
My project “Indigeneity” was also featured in Native Max Magazine!
Finally, a link to the Indigeneity Project: http://indigeneityproject.wordpress.com/
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You know what? No, I do not wish you to be calm. I wish you to get angry. Because this is the only way to change things you don’t like or accept.
Just something my teacher said on my last day of high school (via psych-facts)
1. Lay on the floor of your shower until you can breathe again. Water will always love to love your skin.
2. Start writing with the intention of filling up one page. Write until your pen stops working.
3. Reread a book that once made you cry. Learn something new on every page. Notice how different chapter make you sad. Notice how the book didn’t change and grow; you did.
4. Sleep with your windows open. You can hear both the rain and boys drunkenly singing Frank Sinatra on their deck. Both are equally good.
5. Don’t forget that honey will always taste sweet, but the best way to eat it is off your fingers, laughing.
6. Remember that, sometimes, getting out of bed is enough.
Cathartic remedies (via soulsoaked)
Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.
Joan Bauer (via w-ritings)