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So I just need to get this off my chest:

For me David Kawena from Lilo and Stitch is the ultimate Disney prince because he is there for Nani AND Lilo and even Stitch despite everything that’s going on in their lives. They’re going through some tough stuff. Their parents die and all of the sudden Nani has to be a mom to her sister who is socially awkward and depressed and that’s hard enough as it is and then she gets her this ‘dog’ and everything gets harder and even though she can’t return David’s feelings he’s still there for them through everything. Even aliens. He’s amazing. I was watching Lilo and Stitch with my niece the other day and I cried watching David go through it all. He is the perfect guy. Like I just get emotional thinking about him.

Imagine if you had someone like David in your life - male or female. You would feel like a prince/princess even if you were living with next to nothing.

David is the ultimate Disney prince - even though he isn’t a Disney prince. He should be considered one.

Disney rant - over.

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mamasam

Reminder that David:

-has no curse to break -does not have a deadline/ultimatum to find a wife -has no financial/social gain from being with Nani -is told 1/4 of the way into the movie that Nani is too busy to worry about dating him AND PROCEEDS TO BE HELPFUL AND SUPPORTIVE ANYWAY.

David’s not a Disney prince because he’s too fucking awesome for that title. 

AN ACTUAL NON-IRONIC,NON-SELF DESCRIBING NICE GUY. 

A PROPER HUMAN BEING. 

Plus he has fancy hair.

And a nice butt.

You really think his hair is fancy?

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soyonscruels

i am not your nice girl

You know what one of my biggest — but not the biggest, not at all, but, nevertheless, big — problems with the Nice Guy phenomenon is? One I have never seen discussed, which is why I am doing it now— it’s this: that I don’t want to date a nice boy.

There. I said it. I don’t want to fuck a nice boy. I don’t want to fuck a nice boy who never gets angry, who won’t start a fight and finish it, who would never ever tell a guy who needs to go fuck themselves to go fuck themselves. I’m not interested in someone who uses ‘nice’ as a synonym for ‘silent’ or ‘passive’, who wants to float along in the world as it is without trying to change anything— without even believing that anything needs to change. There is a lot wrong with the world! There is a lot wrong with the world, and I want to do something about it, and I want the guy (if it’s a guy, as I’m bisexual, but we’re assuming for the purpose of this exercise that they would be) I date to want to do something about it, too. 

I want to date someone vicious. I want to date someone who isn’t afraid of street confrontation or not always saying the polite thing or having some people take an instant dislike to you— him, me, both of us together, because we’re together, because we threaten. I want him not to care that some people hate him, that some people hate me. I want him to love me for all the reasons that other men call me a ‘bitch’, but never call me one himself, because he understands that isn’t his word to use. I want him to be confident and arrogant and clever. I want someone who makes me feel like an equal and someone who is equal to me. 

Because that’s my most fundamental problem with Nice Guys telling me I should want them and society telling me I should want to want a nice boy— I am not a nice girl. I have no interest in being a nice girl! I would like to a be a decent girl, a kind girl, a girl who helps strangers and stands up for herself and tries to do the right thing. None of this makes me nice. None of this makes me want to be nice. None of this makes me want the nice guy, because nice guys think they’re better than me, because they are “nice” and I am not. Because I argue back and I’m difficult and I am not going to stop doing either of those things. Because to be a girl who can get what she wants in our society means arguing and being difficult and not sitting down and shutting up. 

I want someone righteously angry. I want someone who sees oppression everywhere and wants to do something about it (in a respectful way which acknowledges their own privileges) and who won’t tell me that I’m ‘making a big deal’ or that I am being ‘hysterical’ or ‘getting angry about nothing.’ I want someone willing to go the distance. I want a boy who isn’t nice and will never ask me to be, either. I want a partner in revolution. Stop telling me that I should want anything else.

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alullaby
A woman’s worst nightmare? That’s pretty easy. Novelist Margaret Atwood writes that when she asked a male friend why men feel threatened by women, he answered, “They are afraid women will laugh at them.” When she asked a group of women why they feel threatened by men, they said, “We’re afraid of being killed.”

That sums it up

[trigger warning for the commentary below]

This reminds me of a discussion we had in school, and one girl was talking about living in fear of her safety because she is a girl, and this guy chimed in and was all “It’s hard for guys too! I’m so awkward around girls! It’s embarrassing!” Yeah, not the same thing, exactly?

(via tulletulle) Wow.

This reminds me of an article about online (heterosexual) dating that I read a while ago. It listed men’s and women’s worst fears about meeting someone from online. The highest ranked fear that men had was that their date would be fat, whereas the highest ranked fear that women had was that their date would turn out to be violent and kill them. 

I think that says a lot. 

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Its interesting also that these fears sit subconsciously until woman are asked to exams their responses to men. We women will operate with this fear in mind, the way we protect ourselves, make sure our friends know where we are when we go on a date, words that we use while interacting with men, all in hopes they will not kill us, but simultaneously love us. 

I think bell hooks made a point about this in her series on love. something along the lines of how can women hope to love and receive love from men when at the foundation of our relationships there is this strong fear of men. you can’t build true trust when your foundation is crumbling under you. 

the scariest part is, once you recognize this fear, and face it, how do you address it when there is evidence of “good” men abusing, hurting, and killing women everyday?

I was in my early 20’s when one of my homegirls broke this down for me.  

I was in a broken relationship, and one of the things was that bugged me at the time was that the girlfriend at the time would freak out whenever I got angry - I never yelled, never throw or hit things, mostly, I just needed some time to cool out.

“Why does she get scared when I’m angry? I’d never hit her!”

“But she doesn’t KNOW that.  She can’t assume that.  Look at how many dudes are out there pulling shit.”

And that stuck with me for a hot minute.  The relationship was broken on so many levels anyway, but that fact still remains, as a man, I can’t fault women for assuming the worst in order to protect themselves, especially how the world’s patriarchy and misogyny rolls.

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My brain knows that my husband won’t hit me. Really, the logical part of me totally gets that. But when we’re arguing he has to stay on the other side of the room & not yell too loud because my fight or flight instincts have 25+ years of being hard wired that loud = violent & our 11 year relationship isn’t long enough to undo that.

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I’ve had continual discussions with Tchy about this, and I don’t expect to stop. It’s fair to say that there’s no one in the world that I trust more, and he has been extremely careful with me, but… the fact remains that he leans quite a bit towards the masculine, and this means that that fear is always there. The news of transmasculine folks abusing/raping people doesn’t help that fear any. :(

I’m learning not to apologize for it. It’s not my fault (nor, really, is it his) that I’m scared of dude-type people. But it’s always there. Which is another reason why I get so pissed off when trans men try to make transmisogyny about them.

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men, read all of this please. including the commentary. esp if you consider yourself a Nice Guy.

That part resonates for me too, although from a completely different angle. Despite being more terrified of sexual violence than I am of anything other than my own brain, I do not hesitate to yell, confront, get up in the face of, threaten, even hit men twice my size and many times my strength. Faced with a threat of violence from men, I will either imply or state “I dare you to.”

I also, as previously established on this blog, have a death wish.

To me, that encapsulates everything about the violence, especially sexual violence, coded into relationships between men and women in our society: for a woman to assert herself in the face of maleness may require the woman in question (such as me) to be perpetually suicidal.

Reblogging for commentary. I have been frightened and scared by men being loud with me, even if I don’t think they’ll be violent. Like people have said above, it’s just a latent response in your brain to fear violence from men.

I went out to dinner with someone a couple of weeks ago (LONG story, was supposed to be a group dinner but it ended up just being me & a strange man) and I told him I blogged about feminism and politics, and he went off on me. He told me feelings were bullshit and women just wanted special privileges, and then he said, “Women don’t give men enough credit for not being violent psychopaths. That’s what we are, deep down. We want to rape and pillage, and we don’t, and women don’t give us enough credit for that.” I burst into tears. That shit was terrifying.

I referenced this quote in a discussion I was having with a teacher a few weeks ago. He shifted uncomfortably and didn’t say anything for a few minutes, then told me “I couldn’t write like that in an essay.”

The truth hurts, huh.

14K and I are twins because I will not hesitate to answer a physical threat from a man. It’s a built-in response from years of watching my mother get hurt that I WOULD NOT go down so gently.

And even with non-physical responses. I don’t let anyone in, I don’t lean on anyone, I don’t trust anyone because damnit I will not let myself go through what she did. And I’m definitely a “I’ll hurt you before you hurt me” kinda person.

Therapy’s making it better, but these ingrained fight or flight defensive mechanism aren’t uncommon.

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I too am reblogging this for the amazing commentary. 

When supposed feminist ally men deny this very basic, simple truth - that’s how you know they are an ally to no one.

This all gets taught to women at a very young age, how dangerous the world is when you’re in it being a woman. I’ve been struggling to write about something that happened with my daughter a few weeks ago, how to form the words, but this is possibly the best context.

We were in the wine shop, in line to pay, and she was so excited to get her lollipop (in the time honored tradition of wine stores everywhere). A man two people ahead of us started fighting with the woman behind the counter about how much money he’d given her. As I was moving her behind my body, my daughter froze, and when I say froze, I mean wasn’t moving a muscle except to shake.

It sorted itself out pretty quickly. We paid and left.

Once we got back into the car, she started crying. I asked her what was the matter, and she said, “Mama, I was so scared. When men get angry they shoot people.”

That’s a direct quote. When men get angry, they shoot people.

I asked her, “baby, why do you think that?” She replied, “on NPR, that’s what happens. When men get really mad they kill people. That guy was really mad, what if he had a gun? What would you do?”

The talk we had afterwards was difficult; no one said parenting was easy. But this is the life we live as women. If my 9 year old understands it, then men of the world, alleged feminist allies, Nice Guys, random douches on the street, and even actual non-dangerous men: so can you.

Abuse doesn't stop at physical violence either—you can be mentally abusive as well and there are a shitload of people out there doing that to their partners, especially women. With femme-phobic words and phrases like "cunt, pussy, you hit like a girl, hoe, whore, bitch, etc", there are plenty of opportunities for people to demean the feminine. God forbid you say any of this shit to a guy—you'll have stripped him of his manhood because being anything other than a cis heterosexual man makes you less of a person. 'Women = less of a person' to society.

I hate it when men take my friendliness as an open invitation to my vagina. If I'm not polite or nice, I'm a bitch. If I'm polite and nice, I'm flirting. And any guy who expects to get a pat on the back and a "good job" for being a fucking human being and not a violent, raping monster deserves to get a blowjob by a shark and shipped off to the sun. Sick of this shit.

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imielise
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection. But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from. And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.
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If you’re a “nice guy” to a girl up until you realize she doesn’t want to date you, then go on about how she’s a cold shrew that friendzoned you and how no girls date nice guys, like, nah mate, girls do date nice guys. You just aren’t a nice guy. You’re a passive aggressive beta with internalized misogyny and a serious victim complex.

OH REALLY? Well, you’re obviously a girl who was on the receiving end of showers of gifts and kindness. Me? I was the one showering a girl with love and kindness. You didn’t put in the work, and invest your heart and soul into someone only to have it crushed and destroyed. You were the destroyer. You took it all an you took it for granted. Well guess what? The reason guys like me do all we do for you is because we genuinely like heartbreakers like you, so we put all of our time and effort into making you feel the same way. We wake up in the morning wondering what we can do to make you feel the same as we do,and how we can make you just as happy with us as we are with you. And then, you turn around and say “I just want to be friends”. Well here’s the deal: we don’t. If we just wanted a friend, you would have been treated like a friend, and not like a girlfriend. We treat you the way we want to be treated, we want to be your significant other so we treat you as ours. But, how do girls like you return our love and devotion? The heart crushing FRIEND ZONE! Obviously, we did what we did because you are single, and want to fill that gap, well in choosing not to date us, you’re saying that we aren’t good enough, that compared to NO ONE, we are inferior. You’re telling us that with all we do for you, we are less than NOTHING. Does any guy in his right mind really want to be in a friendship with a girl who thinks that he is less than nothing? No, they don’t. And that’s why we go on about how you’re a heartless demon who sucks the joy out of our lives with the terrible friend zone, BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE. And we go on to say that girls don’t like nice guys BECAUSE THEY DON’T. All you want is a hot guy. If you really dated nice guys, you wouldn’t go after and like the fucking douchebags that you do. If anyone is misogynist, it’s those assholes that you chase after because they’re hot. So don’t you dare say that we are in the wrong, we are not the bad guys, we are the good guys who provide all the gifts, who try to be the knight in shining armor. You know who you are? The cold, miserable bitch who turns him away and says, “no thanks, but i’m waiting for a better knight to rescue me from my tower. Until then you can ride around the base and give me stuff! Yay for friendship”. NO. You’re wrong. You are at fault for whatever response it is that you don’t like, because you created it. I hope you stay single forever becuse you probably have no idea what you have till it’s long gone and pissed off.

Hey, you’re a passive aggressive beta with internalized misogyny and a victim complex.

Maybe that’s exactly why you got rejected. Or maybe you’re just fuckin creepy. I look for someone who doesn’t think they’re a knight, coming to rescue me from my tower. I look for people who treat me like I’m a person and also happen to be the kind of person I see myself in a relationship with. 

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juneboba

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Seriously, "nice guys" aren't very different from ass-hats who shower women with expensive shit on the first date and expect sex in return. You just take longer to realize that sex isn't what she wants with you. Don't act mad when someone can't reciprocate your feelings. News flash: You can't control other people's feelings! Your feelings are your own just as much as other people's feelings are their own. I mean, do you try to change a Republican into a Democrat? Also, how many movies have the moral: "YOU CAN'T BUY PEOPLE'S AFFECTIONS!" Do you live under a rock or something? When will these "nice guys" get that? Jesus fucking christ, get outta my face, "nice guy".

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aloadai

oo1. boobs are really, really awesome. like seriously. they’re the most universally appealing body part, and no one’s going to fault you for liking them. i totally get that you’re turned on by them! but let’s get something straight. awesome boobs are not an invitation.

sometimes it’s hot out and i don’t feel like having extra clothing on just so you won’t check me out. or sometimes, maybe i am in the mood to show off! but even then, my boobs aren’t an automatic “yes.” no matter how slutty you think i look, no matter how turned on you might be, an awesome rack is not a substitute for consent.

oo2. like most people around the world, i enjoy having fun! and sometimes, that fun might involve drinking, or the use of other mind-altering substances. rules are a little different when you’re drunk. you can act sillier and tell stupid jokes and maybe even get away with dancing on the table!

but you know what you can’t get away with? not establishing consent! no matter how drunk you are, i am, or we all are, boundaries still exist. you still have to make sure that your potential bedmate is cool with bumping uglies, no matter if you’ve been together three years or known each other’s names for three minutes. and use whatever judgment you have left: if they’re too far under the influence to drive home, they’re probably too far under the influence to give true consent.

oo3. society seems to really have a thing about people who are on the larger side. there’s so much body shaming in today’s world, and a lot of it is just totally accepted. you may think that since i am fat, i’m desperate for any vague sign of affection, so i’ll be okay with you doing whatever you want to me. i really hate to disappoint, but if you think that i’m a loser who should feel lucky to be touched, you’re going to have a bad time.

no one is lucky to get raped. no one is lucky to face unwanted sexual advances. no one is lucky to be harassed. the rules don’t change when someone’s above a size twelve.

oo4. it’s pretty obvious that most people in the world enjoy sex, otherwise we wouldn’t be here. i for one am totally into sex! if i could have sex all day, i totally would. you know how there’s that stupid rumor that men think about sex every seven seconds? well it’s not stupid, because i totally think about sex that often. 

however, that doesn’t mean that i’m down to fuck anyone any time. you may have heard that i’ll sleep with anyone. maybe i slept with your friend. hell, maybe we even slept together once! but no matter what, you’ve still got to get that “yes.” i enjoy sex with respectful partners who understand boundaries. i don’t enjoy being degraded, pressured, or having assumptions made about me. most people don’t, so why press your luck?

oo5. and speaking of assumptions… sexuality is hugely complex. you wouldn’t want your preferences to be generalized, so don’t do it to anyone else! i’ve slept with girls; that does not mean i will sleep with all girls. i’ve been tied up; that does not mean you can tie me up. i’ve had threesomes; that does not mean that i will have a threesome with you and your buddy.

oo6. you are not owed sex. there, i said it. no matter what you do for me, there is no situation i can think of where i owe you sex. if you take me out for dinner, or help me move in to a new apartment, or proofread my angry letter to urban outfitters, i’ll be really grateful! i might make bake you something, or buy you a twelve-pack of steel reserve. and if we’re already close, it might make me fall incredibly in love with you and we could end up fucking on the living room floor, don’t get me wrong!

i just won’t owe that to you. when you do something nice for someone, you’re doing it out of the goodness of your own heart. if you’re doing it expecting something in return, you’re not doing something nice. you’re trying to perform an underhanded deal. if you want to arrange for me to owe you sex, let me know outright, so i can know that you’re not a decent person at all, just a scummy scum scum who gets off on forcing people into uncomfortable situations. 

oo7. and here’s the big one. you’ve probably heard “no means no” a million times, and we all like to think we’re the kind of person who, if our partner said no, we’d stop right away. but consent is more than not being told no. it’s being told yes. enthusiastically. 

if your partner isn’t saying no, but also isn’t saying yes, take a step back and examine the situation. this boils down to being a moral human being. sure, if your partner doesn’t say no, it might be more difficult for you to get convicted of rape. but are you the kind of person that thinks it’s okay to take advantage of someone on a technicality? please don’t be.

it’s up to you to make sure that your partner feels comfortable, safe, and okay, and it’s up to you to take a step back if they don’t. be the responsible person, because the only person who can prevent rape is YOU. 

holy shit, this is the bestest

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minyoonggis
But most of all, stop thinking that what people so loathingly refer to as the “friendzone” is some sort of purgatory women put “nice guys” into. My friendship is not a crappy consolation prize that you’re left with if I deny you a sexual relationship– and my body is not your reward for good behavior.

-Taylor Callobre, The “Good Guy” Myth  (via albinwonderland)

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