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While we’re on the subject of Halloween costumes…


While we’re on the subject of Halloween costumes…



Parineeti Chopra responds to a male reporter who claims to know nothing about periods (menstrual cycle). [X]


I started my period when I was 10 years old. But we didn’t tell my grandma for three years because she subscribed to the “old traditions”, where a woman on her period could not enter the house, not even to bathe. Where she had to sit outside in front of the house (where the whole village could be witness to her shame and isolation) for the entire duration.

My friend started her period unexpectedly while we were at our local temple (in America) for dance class. Asking around if any of the parents had pads (all of them apologized and acted like adults about it), I thought surely the front office has a first aid kit. Don’t they have pads? When we asked, not only did they not have any, when one of the women gave one from her purse, the head secretary told us “There are men who need to use the first-aid kit, ya? So we don’t keep period things there.” Not even ibuprofen (which has so many more uses than period pain).

There are girls in India and Nepal (and other places, but I just read an in-depth piece about the situations in Nepal) who have to go to the “period hut” when their period comes and not leave until its over. They can’t wash and dry their cloth pads in the daylight, so they do it at night when the pads won’t dry properly before their next use, making them vulnerable to infection.

It is incredibly important, especially in India, to break the taboo surrounding periods. Break the secrecy around an event that happens to almost every woman, every month for literally half of her lifetime. Break the hiding, break the cover-up, break the SHAME.

Just break EVERYTHING. So little girls can go to school every day of every month without feeling ashamed. So women can work every day of every month to provide for their families without being glared at. So single fathers can confidently take care of their daughters’ health. So that women can talk about how terrible their period is or isn’t and give each other advice on how to deal with it without looking around to make sure men aren’t listening.
So that Whisper doesn’t have to be called Whisper, it can be called SHOUT. It can be called PROUD. So that we don’t NEED to fucking WHISPER about our bodies and our health.











I made my three-year-old niece her first convention/Halloween costume this year. If you ask her who she is dressed as, she’ll reply, “Tiny Princess Captain America!”

On Halloween, we discovered that if you point to a kid in a Captain America costume and ask her who he’s dressed as, she will also reply, “Tiny Princess Captain America!”



ETA: I just added a post about how to make Tiny Princess Captain America

From here on out, Steve shall be known as “Tiny Princess Captain America.” If Tiny Princess Captain America says they’re all Tiny Princess Captain America, who am I to argue?

I adore that little tiara.

This is the most adorable thing. Look at her!

This makes me smile so fucking much.

I picture Tony being more than happy to call Steve “Tiny princess Captain America.” With or without being prompted to do so.

I picture Steve being perfectly okay with it, especially after the day he runs into Tiny Princess Captain America, trick-or-treating in the city along with a bunch of other kids. And she kinda stops in the crowd, and gets this great big smile on her face, and bolts down the sidewalk and up to him, and she just can’t say anything because she’s just in AWE.

So Steve crouches down and says, “You look just like me!”, and she beams even brighter, as if that’s even possible. Then Steve remembers that time Thor told him about how much he loves his little-girl fans, and how when he meets them he lets them “hold” Mjolnir, and also Steve thinks about Thor’s room full of little girl drawings at Stark Tower. (Yes, I *did* just manage to connect this with that Littlest Thor Fangirl post that went around a while ago.) Normally Steven doesn’t get recognized quite like the rest of the Avengers when he’s not in uniform except by elderly folks who remember him from the old days, but since the attack on New York, plenty of younger people and kids spot him on the street out of uniform and know him, just like this little girl.

So Steve asks, “What’s your name?” To which she finally says, “Tiny Princess Captain America!” And he laughs, and then whispers, “I meant your secret identity.” So she tells him, and gives him a big hug, and then runs off to rejoin the other trick-or-treaters.

A week later, she gets a letter in the mail from Stark Tower, and when she opens it she gasps, because it’s a drawing of Captain America and Tiny Princess Captain America fighting bad guys and saving the world together.


I had to.


And now, a response from Tiny Princess Captain America, via her mom:

"She was HILARIOUS when I gave her a printout of the fanart. The first thing she asked was, "What am I doing with my elbow?" Then there were more questions such as, "What are we doing?", "Are the bad guys sort of like pasta?", "Is he poking me?", and "Why isn’t he wearing a dress?" This went on for about half an hour. You know how she is. But she absolutely loved it and it is now standing up on her art easel.

"She decided she wanted to draw a picture for the nice person who drew a picture for her. Tiny Princess Captain America is helping Big Tiny Princess Captain America fight the bad guys all around them. They are both holding their shields and TPCA of course has her signature dress of ruffly tiers. Bonus random balloon, too.

"Next up she decided that she wanted to draw TPCA’s friend Tiny Princess Thor, helping Big Tiny Princess Thor fight the bad guys. This time they have some helpers - butterflies, puppies, and ballet dancers." 





Update, July 2014: Tiny Princess Thor has acquired a baby brother, Tiny Prince Loki!

Tiny Princess Captain America finally outgrew her dress, so this Halloween, it was time for her long-promised Tiny Princess Thor! I think she might like this one better…it has a sparkly cape, after all. Also a hammer. (“What do you hit with the hammer at daycare, Tiny Princess Thor?” “*pause* I don’t know.” “Nothing! You hit nothing with the hammer!”) (She did not, in fact, hit anything with the hammer at daycare. Though she did cry when they had the kids change out of their costumes after their Halloween party, because she wanted to keep wearing her dress.)

Oh, and Big Tiny Princess Thor and Big Tiny Princess Captain America have a message for Iron Man…


~Tiny Princess Thor made by Bright Copper Penny
~How to Make a Tiny Princess Superhero Dress, at my blog
~Hair wings, gauntlets, and cape are from my Lightning Bolt costume; patterns by TabbyTally, and Betsy respectively


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Whenever I hear the "Women are paid $.78 for the man’s $1" I flip it around.

Men make $1.22 for every woman’s $1.

It interests me that even the most common simple measure of gender inequality is firmly based on male-as-normative …

bisexual activist and queer theory blogger Patrick RichardsFink 

this is an interesting point, although mathematically inaccurate: assuming the women:men, 0.78:1 ratio is correct, men make $1.28 for every woman’s $1

A white man makes $1.34 for every dollar that a black man makes

A white man makes $1.52 for every dollar that a latino man makes

A white man makes $1.24 for every dollar that a white woman makes

A white man makes $1.44 for every dollar that a black woman makes

A white man makes $1.67 for every dollar that a latina woman makes

That’s some bullshit right there.

Let’s take it a step further. For every hour a white man works, a black woman has to work 86 minutes to earn as much money. 57.6 hours a week compared to the white man’s 40.

Take it another step further. Assuming a Monday through Friday, 9 to 5 job, from Thursday 12:45pm through Friday end of business, a white man gets paid for his work, a black woman is, by comparison, working for free.

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This. I am tired of seing this numbers without thinking about woc. (via arobynsong)