What She Said

"I won’t stop talking. I’m a girl you have no control over. There is not a gag big enough to handle this mouth."

- Kathleen Hanna

god help the girl - god help the girl

you have been warned
I’m born to be contrary

the magnetic fields - you must be out of your mind

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"I won’t stop talking. I’m a girl you have no control over. There is not a gag big enough to handle this mouth." -Kathleen Hanna

Saint Etienne - Hobart Paving

(Source: memorablequotesfavoritelyrics)

"Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee
Till the flesh drops from your bones
For the girl you have in that merry green land
Can wait forever for you to come home"

- Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

"Don’t use the records I’ve played you
To seduce and reduce what remains
You know as well as I do, they only will remind
That you’ll never have this heart again"

- Leona Naess, Don’t Use My Broken Heart


Bowfinger Pride

You must travel to far away places.
You must live by the sea when you settle down. 
You must make the world more beautiful in some way.

Alice would say, “When I grow up, I too will go to faraway places, and when I grow old, I too will live beside the sea.” “That is all very well, little Alice,” said her grandfather, “but there is a third thing you must do.” “What is that?” asked Alice. “You must do something to make the world more beautiful,” said her grandfather. “All right,” said Alice. But she did not know what that could be. In the meantime Alice got up and washed her face and ate porridge for breakfast. She went to school and came home and did her homework. And pretty soon she was grown up.

My friend and I went on a feminist walkabout several months ago, visiting national parks in the southwest. We ended the journey after visiting Zion National Park in Utah. Naturally we had to snap a few shots of our opprobrium in front of the “Court of the Patriarchs” sign. Sadly we apparently couldn’t manage to fit both our big heads and the entire sign in the same pic. 

Right on! Keep submitting those selfies, y’all.

Woo! I need another feminist walkabout soon.
Somebody take me to an R rated movie

New York City, 1959 © Henri Cartier-Bresson