There’s nothing wrong with appreciating how beautiful he is (because he is gorgeous) but please also listen to what he has to say. Haatepah is an activist fighting for really important causes, like environmental issues, returning land to Indigenous peoples, and raising awareness about missing and murdered Indigenous women and girls. He’s protested against the Dakota Access Pipeline and the concentration camps onthe US/Mexico border. You can read interviews with him here: https://fashionista.com/2019/11/haatepah-model-interview and here: https://www.youthtothepeople.com/blogs/to-the-people/meet-the-people-haatepah-clearbear. He’s doing a really admirable thing, using his visibility as a model to bring attention to these causes.


    Photo source:https://www.vogue.com/article/unthanksgiving-day-alcatraz-50th-anniversary-2019


    There is currently a movement ongoing to render the electoral college obsolete before going through the lengthy process of completely abolishing it. It’s called the National Popular Vote Interstate Compact.


    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.


    Men will loudly announce to complete strangers that they have to take a shit and then tell you how long, how difficult and how bad it stunk.

    But you just say, “Man, I have cramps today” and they shrivel into themselves.


    tfw ur really gay, and topnotch at being an evasive, ignorant blot


    tbh it is possible that Bertie is too stupid to realize he is gay and just thinks that in spring every young chap’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of other chaps (or whatever it was the poet whatshisname said), and the human condition is to wave those thoughts hello and toddle along amusing oneself with fun socks and dance-hall piano until one finally succumbs to boredom and/or fear of one’s aunts and gets married for reasons as obscure but mandatory as those outlawing white mess jackets and straw hats in the metropolis