Only 1 in 500 pit bulls will ever make it to a loving home.
One. In five hundred.
That means when we rescued Rhea, as great and wonderful as that was and as much happiness as she’s given us, 499 other pit bulls were euthanized. They are the only breed with these kinds of horrible, mind-boggling, tragic odds against them, and for absolutely no other reason than human beings are pretty terrible creatures.
This is devastating to me. Like, I’m not quite sure how to process it, other maybe than to clutch my pillow to my chest and cry for about three days.
I attended the orientation for Hello Bully (www.hellobully.com) today, but it doesn’t feel like enough.
I’ve adopted a pit bull and I plan to adopt more some day, but it doesn’t feel like enough. Because when I adopt one, if I can convince someone else to adopt one, 499 others will die.
I keep trying to write more about this and maybe throw in something uplifting/empowering, but I can’t right now.
Here’s a cute picture of my dog.
Shot in my jaw. Awesome.
that means i was shot/stabbed in the ass. lovely.
…my ass?
…The inside of my thigh?
Holy shit, I have one on my knee. I TOOK AN ARROW TO THE KNEE YOU GUYS.
A minor injury to the pointer finger…. my other life was a pussy
my butt used to be blue does that count as a birth mark
I’m guessing I just stuck both my legs into the crossfire at some point, because that’s where the majority of my birthmarks are. Apparently I also died courtesy of a dainty nick to the webbing of my left middle finger. I’m thinking infection.
I took a hypodermic needle to both boobs in a yin-yang pattern?
Back of my head. I’ve also heard that the things you fear for no reason in this life are things that hurt/killed you in past lives, so if that’s the case, I was definitely hit by a basketball in the back of the head by a monkey on an escalator.
YOU ARE A DREAM COME TRUE, ALLISON. A DREAM. COME. TRUE.
but the best moment is when they turn more and he hula’s.
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Yup. Been dating one for seven and a half years.
Yeppers. I’ve lived with an “internet friend” for four years now.
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EEK. YAY.
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My hair does cute things
There are lots of things wrong with the concept of fetal rights. It posits a world in which women will be held accountable, on sketchy or no evidence, for birth defects; in which all fertile women will be treated as potentially pregnant all the time; in which courts, employers, social workers and doctors — not to mention nosy neighbors and vengeful male partners — will monitor women’s behavior. It imposes responsibilities without giving women the wherewithal to fulfill them, and places upon women alone duties that belong to both parents and to the community.
But the worst thing about fetal rights is that it portrays a woman as having only contingent value. Her work, her health, her choices and needs and beliefs, can all be set aside in an instant because, next to child-bearing, they are all perceived as trivial. For the middle class, the idea of fetal rights is mostly symbolic, the gateway to a view of motherhood as self-sacrifice and endless guilty soul-searching. It ties in neatly with the currently fashionable suspicion of working mothers, day care and (now that wives are more likely than husbands to sue for it) divorce. For the poor, for whom it means jail and loss of custody, it becomes a way of saying that women can’t even be mothers. They can only be potting soil.
Winifred Burkle in Angel 2.21 (Through the Looking Glass) and 2.22 (There’s No Place Like Plrtz Glrb).
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“I’m not ashamed to dress ‘like a woman’ because I don’t think it’s shameful to be a woman.” - Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop is such a bad ass. There’s an interview I watched where his manager talked about having to bail him out of jail. The manager shows up and Iggy is drunk, disorderly, and wearing a dress. His manager asked “Ig, why are you wearing a womans dress?” and Iggy replied “I beg to differ, this is a mans dress.”
It’s like Eddie Izzard says - ‘They’re not women’s clothes. They’re my clothes. I bought them.’
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