fuckyeahjewelry:

Catalina Brenes.

Sometimes you see something and that thing makes you say, “Ohmahguh,” and then, “Ohhhmagow”, and “Hoh!mygarsh.” I’m years away from being able to make something like this, but I’m going to make damned sure I’m as inspired, always.


Bovarina, on a chair. By Principessa Jazz. Olvera Street, Los Angeles, CA. January 14, 2012.

Bovarina, on a chair. By Principessa Jazz. Olvera Street, Los Angeles, CA. January 14, 2012.


Just To Explode. By 1234länder. Lake Cuyamaca, CA. December 27, 2011.

Just To Explode. By 1234länder. Lake Cuyamaca, CA. December 27, 2011.


usclibraries:

Between 1893 and 1920, a 4,600-foot long wharf extended into Santa Monica Bay at Port Los Angeles. Read L.A. as Subject’s latest KCET contribution, “How Santa Monica Almost Became a Commercial Harbor,” to learn more.

usclibraries:

Between 1893 and 1920, a 4,600-foot long wharf extended into Santa Monica Bay at Port Los Angeles. Read L.A. as Subject’s latest KCET contribution, “How Santa Monica Almost Became a Commercial Harbor,” to learn more.


jawdust:

Why you should be in passionate horny love with Elizabeth ‘Nellie Bly’ Cochrane
Born in 1864/65, Elizabeth, one of 15 children, was always ‘the rebellious one’. Fierce as fuck from an early age, she testified against her abusive stepfather in her mother’s divorce trial.
In 1880 she enrolled in a teacher-training college but had to leave after her first semester due to lack of funding - then moved to Pittsburgh to help run a goddamn boarding school. 
This is where we get to the good shit. Age 18, she wrote a letter-to-the-editor of the Pittsburgh Dispatch bitchslapping the everloving fuck out of a sexist ballsack of an article entitled ‘What Girls Are Good For’. 
The editor was so goddamn wooed by her razor-sharp tongue that he RAN AN AD asking her to identify herself. Elizabeth owned up, and was hired instantaneously, her badassery radiating from her pores and intoxicating all within a twenty mile radius.
Working under the pen-name Nellie Bly, Elizabeth kicked the butts of morons everywhere, writing articles aimed at social justice, particularly labour laws to protect working ‘girls’ and reform of Pennsylvania’s divorce law, which greatly favoured men.
Not content with changing the world from behind her desk, Elizabeth became a founding mother of investigative journalism. She was expelled from Mexico for exposing political corruption, and henceforth wrapped in cotton wool by her editors. Infuriated by their mollycoddling, Lizzie left them a note essentially telling them to fuck themselves and hot footed it to NYC. She was still only 23.
Within six months she was hired by Joseph fucking Pulitzer himself, and continued her batshit crazy investigations uninhibited. Her very first assingment had her feigning mental illness to expose repulsive conditions in Blackwell’s Island Insane Asylum. Her cutting report was so fucking horrifying, compelling and persuasive that it triggered public and political action, leading to reform of the institution.
In the next couple of years she had herself thrown in jail and hired by a sweatshop, all for shits and giggles. Oh, and to uncover incomprehensible injustice, cruelty, poverty, and the concealed, heinous treatment of the vulnerable and voiceless. 
But was pioneering journalism, social revolution and batshit badassery enough for our Liz? Like fuck it was. On a whim Nellie did what any self-respecting 25 year old woman in the 1800s would do - she emulated Jules Verne’s Around the World in Eighty Days, and did it in 72.
Millions followed her journey, and its appeal to a semi-literate populace resulted in greatly increased newspaper readership. So while travelling the entire globe (IN THE 1800s, AS A WOMAN) by ship, train, burro and balloon, she helped the world to read.
Having essentially conquered the entire goddamn universe before hitting 30, Nellie retired, and wed 72 year old industrialist Robert Seaman. Their marriage was a happy one, and after his death she took over Iron Clad Manufacturing Co.
But Lizzie was a writer, what would she know about the metal industry? Well, she INVENTED the steel barrel that became the model for the widely used 55-gallon drum and turned her inherited businesses into multimillion-dollar companies, so apparently a fuck ton.
Furthermore, she set a precedent for working conditions, ensuring her workers had good pay, gymnasiums, staffed libraries, and health care, all completely unheard of at the time, while still writing to further the plight of the Suffragette movement.
Nellie may have died age 58 of pneumonia, but HBICs live on forever.

jawdust:

Why you should be in passionate horny love with Elizabeth ‘Nellie Bly’ Cochrane

  • Born in 1864/65, Elizabeth, one of 15 children, was always ‘the rebellious one’. Fierce as fuck from an early age, she testified against her abusive stepfather in her mother’s divorce trial.
  • In 1880 she enrolled in a teacher-training college but had to leave after her first semester due to lack of funding - then moved to Pittsburgh to help run a goddamn boarding school. 
  • This is where we get to the good shit. Age 18, she wrote a letter-to-the-editor of the Pittsburgh Dispatch bitchslapping the everloving fuck out of a sexist ballsack of an article entitled ‘What Girls Are Good For’. 
  • The editor was so goddamn wooed by her razor-sharp tongue that he RAN AN AD asking her to identify herself. Elizabeth owned up, and was hired instantaneously, her badassery radiating from her pores and intoxicating all within a twenty mile radius.
  • Working under the pen-name Nellie Bly, Elizabeth kicked the butts of morons everywhere, writing articles aimed at social justice, particularly labour laws to protect working ‘girls’ and reform of Pennsylvania’s divorce law, which greatly favoured men.
  • Not content with changing the world from behind her desk, Elizabeth became a founding mother of investigative journalism. She was expelled from Mexico for exposing political corruption, and henceforth wrapped in cotton wool by her editors. Infuriated by their mollycoddling, Lizzie left them a note essentially telling them to fuck themselves and hot footed it to NYC. She was still only 23.
  • Within six months she was hired by Joseph fucking Pulitzer himself, and continued her batshit crazy investigations uninhibited. Her very first assingment had her feigning mental illness to expose repulsive conditions in Blackwell’s Island Insane Asylum. Her cutting report was so fucking horrifying, compelling and persuasive that it triggered public and political action, leading to reform of the institution.
  • In the next couple of years she had herself thrown in jail and hired by a sweatshop, all for shits and giggles. Oh, and to uncover incomprehensible injustice, cruelty, poverty, and the concealed, heinous treatment of the vulnerable and voiceless. 
  • But was pioneering journalism, social revolution and batshit badassery enough for our Liz? Like fuck it was. On a whim Nellie did what any self-respecting 25 year old woman in the 1800s would do - she emulated Jules Verne’s Around the World in Eighty Days, and did it in 72.
  • Millions followed her journey, and its appeal to a semi-literate populace resulted in greatly increased newspaper readership. So while travelling the entire globe (IN THE 1800s, AS A WOMAN) by ship, train, burro and balloon, she helped the world to read.
  • Having essentially conquered the entire goddamn universe before hitting 30, Nellie retired, and wed 72 year old industrialist Robert Seaman. Their marriage was a happy one, and after his death she took over Iron Clad Manufacturing Co.
  • But Lizzie was a writer, what would she know about the metal industry? Well, she INVENTED the steel barrel that became the model for the widely used 55-gallon drum and turned her inherited businesses into multimillion-dollar companies, so apparently a fuck ton.
  • Furthermore, she set a precedent for working conditions, ensuring her workers had good pay, gymnasiums, staffed libraries, and health care, all completely unheard of at the time, while still writing to further the plight of the Suffragette movement.
  • Nellie may have died age 58 of pneumonia, but HBICs live on forever.

banquethall:

Riot grrrls of the Amazon variety. Amidst the Ukraine’s high rates of sex trafficking and gender oppression, a new movement of empowered women takes form—Asgarda—a tribe of Ukrainian women, mostly students, who live together in the Carpathian Mountains seeking complete autonomy from men. Approximately 150 women live together under the leadership of 30-something Katerina Tarnousk. Reviving the tribal traditions of the Scythian Amazons of ancient Greek mythology, the Asgarda train in martial arts, taught by former Soviet karate master, Volodymyr Stepanovytch, and learn life skills and sciences in order to become ideal women. French photographer Guillaume Herbaut met the Asgarda and documented their daily life and studies.
Via Teenage

banquethall:

Riot grrrls of the Amazon variety. Amidst the Ukraine’s high rates of sex trafficking and gender oppression, a new movement of empowered women takes form—Asgarda—a tribe of Ukrainian women, mostly students, who live together in the Carpathian Mountains seeking complete autonomy from men. Approximately 150 women live together under the leadership of 30-something Katerina Tarnousk. Reviving the tribal traditions of the Scythian Amazons of ancient Greek mythology, the Asgarda train in martial arts, taught by former Soviet karate master, Volodymyr Stepanovytch, and learn life skills and sciences in order to become ideal women. French photographer Guillaume Herbaut met the Asgarda and documented their daily life and studies.

Via Teenage

(via fuckyeahwomenprotesting2)




ohgrrrl:

esmeweatherwax:

tiocfaidharlulz:

akagoldfish:

seanmacdiarmada:

craigsk8man:


something my wife will hate and it also piss me off too 
1 you never put a uk flag and ireland together 
2 the whole native thing 


oh jesus
lads
there’s more of them
lads

It’s like they’re trying to be offensive to as many people as possible.

What the hell is wrong with these people?

jesus fucking christ could you have fucking failed harder fucking HELL
take that tricolour off your shitty racist arm

and deer god those tags….
 ”tribal, photography, fashion, editorial, Northern Ireland,  troubles, catholic, protestant, tribalism, controversial, sectarianism, irish, LJ Millar, civil war, labels,  identity”
I think they
actually were trying to be as offensive as possible
WUWAGHDGFJHGJKLJJJJJJJJJ
poop on everyone

Holy hell. Holyhellholyhellholyhell.

ohgrrrl:

esmeweatherwax:

tiocfaidharlulz:

akagoldfish:

seanmacdiarmada:

craigsk8man:

something my wife will hate and it also piss me off too 

1 you never put a uk flag and ireland together 

2 the whole native thing 

oh jesus

lads

there’s more of them

lads

It’s like they’re trying to be offensive to as many people as possible.

What the hell is wrong with these people?

jesus fucking christ could you have fucking failed harder fucking HELL

take that tricolour off your shitty racist arm

and deer god those tags….

 ”tribal, photography, fashion, editorial, Northern Ireland troubles, catholic, protestant, tribalism, controversial, sectarianism, irish, LJ Millar, civil war, labels identity

I think they

actually were trying to be as offensive as possible

WUWAGHDGFJHGJKLJJJJJJJJJ

poop on everyone

Holy hell. Holyhellholyhellholyhell.

(via genderfuckandsecrets)



I know I’m late in saying “Bye, 2011!” but I have to say something about it, because it was the most important year of my life. So, ok. Good bye! Thanks for everything! No, really, I mean it! No, no, it’s ok that you were super messy and you made me cry a lot and you tested my every last nerve! I still love you, because now I know some things about myself, about burning, wisdom, yearning and triumph.

And, hello, 2012! Please, come in. Would you like to sit down? I need to have a chat with you. There is a particular strain of awesomeness headed your way for which you need to prepare…

I know I’m late in saying “Bye, 2011!” but I have to say something about it, because it was the most important year of my life. So, ok. Good bye! Thanks for everything! No, really, I mean it! No, no, it’s ok that you were super messy and you made me cry a lot and you tested my every last nerve! I still love you, because now I know some things about myself, about burning, wisdom, yearning and triumph.

And, hello, 2012! Please, come in. Would you like to sit down? I need to have a chat with you. There is a particular strain of awesomeness headed your way for which you need to prepare…


We Were Better When We Worshiped the Sun. By 1234länder. Lake Cuyamaca, CA. December 27, 2011.

We Were Better When We Worshiped the Sun. By 1234länder. Lake Cuyamaca, CA. December 27, 2011.


whb2:

Ella Baker (1903-1986)
The granddaughter of a slave who was beaten for refusing to marry a man her master chose for her, Ella Baker spent her life working behind the scenes to organize the Civil Rights Movement. If she could have changed anything about the movement, it might have been to persuade the men leading it that they, too, should do more work behind the scenes. Baker was a staunch believer in helping ordinary people to work together and lead themselves, and she objected to centralized authority. In her worldview, “strong people don’t need strong leaders.” After graduating from Shaw University in Raleigh, North Carolina, in 1927, Baker moved to Harlem and began her long career of organizing, helping to establish consumer cooperatives during the Depression. She joined the NAACP’s staff in 1938 and spent half of each year traveling in the South to build support for local branches, which would become the foundation of the Civil Rights Movement. In 1946 she reduced her NAACP responsibilities to work on integrating New York City public schools. Baker was one of the visionaries who created the Southern Christian Leadership Conference in 1957, and she drew the Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. to it. She served two terms as the SCLC’s acting executive director but clashed with King, feeling that he controlled too much and empowered others too little. In 1960 four black students in Greensboro, North Carolina, were refused service in a university cafeteria, setting off sympathetic sit-ins across the country, and Baker seized the day. Starting with student activists at her alma mater, she founded the nationwide Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee, which gave young blacks, including women and the poor, a major role in the Civil Rights Movement. Baker returned to New York City in 1964 and worked for human rights until her death. 

whb2:

Ella Baker (1903-1986)

The granddaughter of a slave who was beaten for refusing to marry a man her master chose for her, Ella Baker spent her life working behind the scenes to organize the Civil Rights Movement. If she could have changed anything about the movement, it might have been to persuade the men leading it that they, too, should do more work behind the scenes. Baker was a staunch believer in helping ordinary people to work together and lead themselves, and she objected to centralized authority. In her worldview, “strong people don’t need strong leaders.”

After graduating from Shaw University in Raleigh, North Carolina, in 1927, Baker moved to Harlem and began her long career of organizing, helping to establish consumer cooperatives during the Depression. She joined the NAACP’s staff in 1938 and spent half of each year traveling in the South to build support for local branches, which would become the foundation of the Civil Rights Movement. In 1946 she reduced her NAACP responsibilities to work on integrating New York City public schools.

Baker was one of the visionaries who created the Southern Christian Leadership Conference in 1957, and she drew the Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. to it. She served two terms as the SCLC’s acting executive director but clashed with King, feeling that he controlled too much and empowered others too little.

In 1960 four black students in Greensboro, North Carolina, were refused service in a university cafeteria, setting off sympathetic sit-ins across the country, and Baker seized the day. Starting with student activists at her alma mater, she founded the nationwide Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee, which gave young blacks, including women and the poor, a major role in the Civil Rights Movement.

Baker returned to New York City in 1964 and worked for human rights until her death. 

(via fuckyeahwomenprotesting2)


Can’t. Help. Myself.