Some pictures from the rally today at Columbia. So much wonderful support for my sister and I! Emma and I are truly grateful to everyone who came, and everyone who was there in spirit.
A friend of mine shared this post on Twitter today about something one of her friend’s witnessed in NYC last night, and I felt it was important for us to post it on here - as a way of both getting the word out and seeing if anyone has any way of helping the situation (blogging, writing an article, knowledge of a missing person, etc.) Please share if you can - there has to be something we can do to help. It is possible to get in touch with the original source - please first email it to firstname.lastname@example.org and we will forward it to her.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Jesus fucking Christ.
If possible, never, ever let someone leave like this. If you can offer the cabbie money to not go. Insist that the woman, man, child that is being abducted stays with you. DO NOT LET THEM GO.
I’m so fucking upset right now. I AM SO FUCKING PISSED. OH MY GOD.The woman said “no,” out loud, twice. But apparently the word “no” is meaningless when you’re drunk.
And we have no idea where this woman is.
HOWEVER, if your friend had the number and licence of the cab, she can call the can company and advise them that their cab driver just assisted in the unlawful abduction of a woman.
Shambhu washes cars in New Delhi during the day and works at a hotel at night, but he still finds time to write for “Balaknama,” a newspaper run entirely by teenagers living in the city’s slums.
Shambhu and the other writers cover topics that affect their everyday lives, like child marriage, poverty, and police brutality. And even though half of New Delhi’s poor are illiterate, the newspaper circulates to of tens of thousands of citizens. The paper is supported by Chetna, an NGO that also provides education and training for the writers.
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About three nights ago I had a pretty bad mental breakdown. For those of you that know me, I’m pretty calm and yes, I am emotional, but never concerning myself. I tend to bottle things up inside, because, I guess I always thought that not showing your true emotion equals strength. I only told one person about my literal explosion of all these emotions because vulnerability really scares me. I basically was set off by something my mom said about coordinating where I was going to stay for winter break and got super heated and left the house. I drove off to Redwood, which of all days was packed. Then I drove to Argonaut, bawling my eyes out and still hyperventilating, which was busy too. Finally I went to a church parking lot (so cliche, I know) and just cried till my eyes were puffy and I was doing those hiccupy gasps. My dad moved to India my sophomore year of high school for work and my mom moved with him last January. I had a habit of brushing off how I felt and had trouble coming to terms with the fact that I really don’t get to see my parents that often. I guess the point of this is to help myself understand how I feel (which I still don’t but it’s ok) and to express how showing sadness, or anger, or fear, or vulnerability doesn’t mean you’re weak. It just means you’re trying to process how you truly feel and that may take a while. So from now on, if I want to cry about my life or whatever the hell is happening, I’m just gonna do it. YAY EMOTIONS!! I’M GONNA TRY TO BE MORE OPEN AND STUFF, YEAH?
Also don’t feel bad for me because that will make me want to punch you :)
Everyone Loves a Good Car Jam!!! - by Thomas Sanders
LITERALLY THE BEST PART IS YOU CAN SEE THE PURE SHOCK ON HIS FACE
female actors getting pissed off at sexist interview questions is my new favourite thing
tina and amy’s faces omg
and cate blanchett calling out the cameraman on the full body pan
scarlett is so tired of this shit