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typingfrantically:

Let me talk to you about books.

Specifically, one book. This book.

This book should be a best seller. This book should be required reading for graduating from high school. Before you get that diploma, you read this book.

This book deals with debunking “Neurosexism,” which is a very fancy term for all of that evolutionary psychology bullshit that people spill about those “brain differences” between boys and girls.

This book debunks such myths as:

• Boys are better at math than girls
• Women make crappy lawyers/business CEOs/etc, as their brains are not cut out for aggression.
• Men make crappy counselors/primary school teachers/primary parents/etc, as their brains are not cut out for empathy.
• MEN ARE BUILT FOR GOING OUT AND HUNTING WHILE WOMEN ARE BUILT FOR STAYING HOME AND BABYMAKING IT’S NOT SEXISM IT’S JUST BIOLOGY
• And many other such myths.

Furthermore, this book covers topics such as: 

• Neurosexism and gender perceptions in multiple races (as this is not a singularly white experience, just as the western world isn’t a singularly white experience)
• Sex discrimination in the workplace, and how women are (or, more often, are not) allowed to behave
• How science is used (badly) to support many of these claims
• Experiences of trans* people, both through interviews and empirical studies.

AND FINALLY - It is all brilliantly researched, cited, compiled - and it’s easy to read! Cordelia Fine actually manages to be funny while writing this, which I think is important, because it makes all of this information infinitely accessible.

Delusions of Gender has reinforced what Oberlin taught me: The gender binary is stupid and arbitrary, and dangerous. And it is a self-perpetuating bias that needs to be addressed to be overcome.

Buying this and then accidentally leaving it my dad’s car.

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cleric-drake:

felixlovesyou:

takealookatyourlife:

heroicallyfound:

svetlana-del-rey:

Was she going to slap you because you never in any way made him gay in the actual books, taking zero risks/doing absolutely nothing for gay characters in literature, and only announcing your “authorial intent” afterwards for a cheap shot at looking like an ~ally~

^^^

Gay people are just normal people. We are not told about any of the Hogwarts professors love lives, other than Snape, and it would be completely out of character for Dumbledore to walk around telling everyone about his sexuality.

Did you want her to make him dress in glittery platform boots, a crop top, and decorate his office in rainbow flags to make it more obvious for you? Would that be enough of a stereotype to appease you people? Or what? Please tell me. I’d like to know how you think a gay character is supposed to be portrayed.

And did you miss the Grindelwald chapters in the ‘actual books’? Or was that also not obvious enough for you? Did Dumbledore need to whisper “always” wistfully in order for you to connect that he had romantic feelings for Grindelwald? Maybe you are American and need them to gaze longingly into each others eyes with awkward close ups of their fingers almost grazing each other that Hollywood thinks means ‘true love’. 

It didn’t fit into his relationship to Harry to ever say “I’m gay”, and so it was not stated explicitly (you might have noticed the book was told from Harry Potter’s perspective).

The point is though, that he is a homosexual, well respected, powerful, and very loved wizard- and his sexuality doesn’t matter because no one else thinks it matters. a.k.a. no one cares that he loves men, and that is wonderful. 

^ THANK

And yet I knew he was gay in the first book. Fancy that.

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caterinasforzas:

what to wear when…arachne. “i owe no thanks,” she boasts, “i am my own maker.” beside her, the goddess weaves, her bronze-plated arms plying. their shuttles click and clatter. from arachne’s loom spill stories of gods’ sins, of greediness and cheating, of boorish lechery. with a shriek, athena curses her. arachne drops. her arms and legs tremble before shrinking into spindly, thin spider-limbs. from her swollen abdomen spits silken thread. her hubris is turned tangible: her mortal spite cooks into venom beading from her fangs. and so, she sews her own fate with warp of cheek and weft of pride.

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