two glasses of wine later and I’m ready to share with you the philosophical feminist thoughts I’m having on competitive cheerleading.
To me, cheerleading is a metaphor modern-day feminism. In which, still, the vast majority of participants are female, however there are a growing number of male participants as well. While most female participants adhere to societies expectations for females (perfect hair, makeup, etc at all times) they break out of gender roles by being assertive, sassy, bold and athletic, not allowing anyone to overtake them and throwing themselves out there with everything they have. The men also break out of gender roles to an extent by participating in the glitz and showmanship of cheerleading whilst also retaining the ‘masculine’ athleticism that cheer requires. They support their female peers at all costs and treat them as simply ‘teammates’ rather than ‘a woman who needs my help’, seeing as the women they tend to be supporting (the flyers) are accomplishing incredibly dangerous feats which are primarily achieved from their own skill. In short, women can be dominant, be the best and know they’re the best and accomplish a wondrous amount while still looking rad as fuck and the men in the space not bitching and complaining about it because they know that they are equals.
Headcanon in which a pureblood and muggleborn (one or both from Gryffindor) are best friends/lovers in Potter-era and one summer the muggleborn introduces their pureblood friend/lover to Game Of Thrones books and TV and the pureblood is fascinated and becomes a fan.
When Voldemort rises to power the muggleborn is barred from Hogwarts/killed by Death Eaters and the pureblood joins the resistance and as they are being beaten/disciplined/punished by the Carrows s/he looks them straight in the eye, battered, bruised and bleeding and begins singing ‘The Rains Of Castamere’ with a smirk on their face as an act of defiance and tribute to their friend/partner.
You stop that right now, Madison. You are wonderful and beautiful. Look at all you’ve achieved! All you will achieve! I, for one, am grateful to find you on tumblr. I’ve learned so much and become more aware and better because of what you, on this blog, have taught me.
I’m a shitty friend and a bad girlfriend and a terrible daughter/granddaughter and I really don’t deserve how nice everyone is to me
Ahem. You can hide shit in it. It’s easy to style. Everyone is jelly cos they want your hair. People love stroking it and you get like ‘mmmmmmm stroke muh hair pls yes’.
disadvantages of having thick hair
- your head is always 100000 degrees
- shedding everywhere
- snapping thin combs
- spend $100 on dye if you want to color it
- hair is still wet 2 years after you showered
- styling your hair takes longer than growing it
advantages of having thick hair
MY DAILY PAIN
ever since I watched Banshee Chapter I have utterly shat myself whenever I hear an ice cream van.