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ran-dum:

von—gelmini:

 

I took my girls shopping for some summer clothes Saturday. T-shirts, jeans, shorts. They both love Marvel and superheroes and transformers and Hogwarts and stuff like that. Not so much pink and pretty stuff. They’ve both grown so much that this was the first time we were shopping in the grown up women’s section. Boring selections when it comes to t-shirts. Flowers and zebras and butterflies.

But what was making it near impossible was that all the t-shirts, the few they kinda-sorta liked, had either low/wide cut necklines or were extremely tailored for nipped in waists with little cap sleeves and short hemlines. Showing way too much skin for their ages as far as we all were concerned. So we headed over to the men’s section. A whole WALL full of properly cut tees with great designs on them!

They ran over and started hunting up things they liked. Two women were stocking shelves. 

"You know these are MEN’S shirts."

"The girl’s section is over there."

"There’s not gonna be any Princesses over here, darlin’."

"These shirts are for the boys."

"This isn’t going to fit you right, honey."

I ignored the first time one of them said anything. Just told the girls what sizes they needed to look for and that they could each pick five shirts. But the women kept interrupting me. I tried to stay polite. “Yes, I know this is the men’s department.” But they kept making comments.

Finally I was getting mad. I told them we didn’t need any help. My girls were allowed to wear whatever they liked and they didn’t like the shirt designs in the women’s section and I didn’t like how low the necklines were.

Instead of just noticing that I was getting fed up with their “help”, they started arguing with me! One of them told my oldest, who is conventionally cute and skinny and starting to fill out (but still only 12), that “Oh that’s just because he’s your daddy. He doesn’t understand that a girl wants to show off for the boys!”

That was the last straw. I’m afraid I totally lost my temper. I told them (amongst a few other choice words) that they’d better walk away and come back to finish restocking the shelves once we’d left the area or I’d get the manager.

I try hard not to be rude to sales people and people in the service industry. That’s a difficult and thankless job. But for fuck’s sake! The first few comments were bad enough, but trying to undermine my moral authority with my kids? All in the name of  gender and sexuality policing. They couldn’t get past the idea that my girls might prefer t-shirts that had “boy” designs on them and that didn’t hyper-sexualize them. The idea was abhorrent to them and they had to interfere and then KEEP interfering.

Once our sales “help” was gone, the girls found a bunch of shirts. Captain America, Minecraft, Doctor Who, Batman, Avengers. All the stuff they’re into. I mean, they also like MLP and Littlest Pet Shop and soft fluffy stuffed animals and Monster High dolls. We hit the toy section too for some of that stuff cos they brought their saved-up allowances with them. 

At least we didn’t get any “help” in the shoe section. They’d’ve had a cow again cos while the youngest found a cute pair of pink and purple sneakers, I ‘let’ the oldest go to the men’s section and find a cool pair of dark blue and grey ones. (and omg their feet are huge! youngest wears a women’s size 9.5 and oldest wars a men’s 8. FFS, I wear a men’s 8.5. Their feet are almost as big as mine! How’d that happen?)

I hate this gender policing shit and won’t put up with it at all. I always feel for kids whose parents enforce this shit. I see it at stores when a girl or boy strays outside the lines, too often the parents are the one who pull them back into their place and it makes me sad.

Like, their friends who are boys, when they’re over at our house, they sit there and play with the girl toys as much as the boy toys. One of the boys loves playing LPS with my youngest, making up stories and stuff. The first time I walked out into the playroom and saw, he got so nervous and tried to say that he was just doing it to be nice to her. I told him that it was fine. He could play with whatever he wanted to and I wouldn’t tell anyone. Word got around to the other boys I guess cos now they all play whatever and don’t stop if I “catch” them.

I get shit from my mom about it too. I’m trying to make them into little boys. I shouldn’t have bought them trucks and toy swords when they were little. The oldest needs to learn to start wearing dresses now not just blue jeans. Why did I ‘let’ her get her hair cut short? I need to put the youngest on a diet and make her wear training bras. Why do I let them play with boys? etc etc etc. 

*eyeroll.gif*

I just find it so hard to believe that it’s the 21st century and people are still getting their knickers in a twist over this kind of thing.

I have to reblog.

hidingfromsomeone:

Fifty Shades & The “Philadelphia Incident”

I’m not really sure if this is the best place to voice these opinions and concerns. And I’m not really sure if it’s my place to be voicing them at all. This whole topic isn’t easy for me to discuss (it’s very personal) but…

This is a very serious thing. For those that read this please repost reblog, do whatever you can and help spread the word.

ask-king-sombra:

jerkyhooves:

askscootahipster:

raindropsanswers:

If anyone sees a post like this. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT click on anything that is displayed there, and DO NOT visit the blog that posted it. Doing so will spread this virus mumbo jumbo.

Once again,

DO NOT click on any of…

IT’S A MADHOUSE! A MAAADHOOOOUSE.

Reblogging to boost the signal!

But for real, don’t click on any of that crap and if you’re infected, reset your blog email, change your passwords and use the mass post editor to delete all the infected posts (They’re lying about it deleting your blog).

jwhoof:

datcatwhatcameback:

arashikouma:

stablefree:

djfoxytail:

anamarima:

disfiguredstick:

mugenmcfugen:

tf2maelgwyn:

annethecatdetective:

kittywinkle-master-of-jarate:

This head I hold in my ass
nice

Oh… Oh no. It… it was…
Good Man in my ass
Oh my.

O mio babbino caro in my ass

”Call me maybe in my ass.”
FUCK.

A thousand years in my ass. 
Get comfy.

Way Too Far … in my ass. Oh dear XD

Trixie is Magic…. in my ass.
Hmm…. 

I’m blue… in my ass.
Well, at least it’s not prolapse.

Untitled WIP in my ass
Uh okay?????

Somebody that I used to know in my ass.

It’s not a song, but the last thing I listened to was
Furries, Bronies, and R34 in my ass
Song wise: Help is on the way in my ass

River of Dreams …in my ass 
Slightly disturbing imagery no?

jwhoof:

datcatwhatcameback:

arashikouma:

stablefree:

djfoxytail:

anamarima:

disfiguredstick:

mugenmcfugen:

tf2maelgwyn:

annethecatdetective:

kittywinkle-master-of-jarate:

This head I hold in my ass

nice

Oh… Oh no. It… it was…

Good Man in my ass

Oh my.

O mio babbino caro in my ass

”Call me maybe in my ass.”

FUCK.

A thousand years in my ass. 

Get comfy.

Way Too Far … in my ass.

Oh dear XD

Trixie is Magic…. in my ass.

Hmm…. 

I’m blue… in my ass.

Well, at least it’s not prolapse.

Untitled WIP in my ass

Uh okay?????

Somebody that I used to know in my ass.

It’s not a song, but the last thing I listened to was

Furries, Bronies, and R34 in my ass

Song wise: Help is on the way in my ass

River of Dreams …in my ass 

Slightly disturbing imagery no?

Alright Ponies Listen Up. I have a vision. A vision to bring all the Tumblrs of the Tumblrverse together in one massive collaboration pic. How this works? Basically it starts off with one massive picture that will have all (or at least alot of) ponies. The way this works, I will start with drawing a picture and then I will pass the photo along, so another pony can place their mark in the picture, and so on and so forth. Please keep to your own picture and don’t edit any others unless you have permission from the original artist. Planning on a day to start this. By the time we finish, it will end in one MASSIVE PONY PICTURE, where EVERYTHING AND EVERYPONY draws closer together. This is a good way to bring the Brony Community closer together. But, I need to know who wants in on this. Firstly, Send your name to the asknightflower blog and I will put your name on the list. Secondly, you have to reblog this to spread the word

ask-echo-wonderbolt:

askbitterfrost:

ask-fancy-pants:

This is an excellent idea!

“Hmph. I suppose I can participate in something so plebeian…..for once.”

((But for srs guys, this is a really cute idea! Lets get this going! :3 ))

This seems like it would be awesome

*fun question* What turns you on the most?
Anonymous

That entirely depends on who is asking.

Hey, there, cutie. Why are you so cute?

*Blink blush* Er well that’s entirely open to discussion.. I ..er hadn’t thought of a reason why I’m cute?

whats /your/ favorite weak spot ?
Anonymous

Ooooh! Good question actually, on my favorite Pegasi there’s this spot that is almost impossible to scratch by yourself. It will turn some if not all of us Pegasi into little puddles because it feels so good to have it scratched! For Unicorns, its the horn, sensitive and with the right about of licking and pressure from our tongues. I can bet you a dime to a doughnut that that unicorn will be *Very* appreciative provided it’s consensual! As for Earth pnies I tend to focus on the fetlocks and ankles as well as the inner hooves! I have to find a way to get them off-guard aside from well the most obvious!

Why are you such a flirt? Love, Winter Solstice~
Anonymous

Well I ..er that’s a good question ^^; I tend to be a naughty little flirt because it’s fun. It’s also because that’s the way she grew up, she loves to see other fillies/mares blush. Although she has a secret crush on a couple of ponies that she won’t ever mention *who*.

ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

R…Robots? *blink blink* >_> alright Tumblrbot..