“Last Monday morning was a little colder than I expected, so I made sure that there was a warm change of clothes in my daughter’s backpack in case she wanted to change. She’d had her heart set on wearing her rainbow sun dress since the weather warmed up so I finally acquiesced and let her. Still it wasn’t too surprising to me to see her walk out of school that afternoon with her T-shirt on over the dress and her jeans on under it.
“Did you get cold, sweetheart?” I asked her.“No,” she said a little crestfallen. “I had to change because spaghetti straps are against the rules.”
I’m not surprised to see the dress code shaming come into my house. I have after all been sadly waiting for it since the ultrasound tech said, “It’s a girl.” I didn’t think, though that it would make an appearance when she was five years old.
Five. You get me? She’s five. Cut her hair and put her next to a boy with no shirt on and she is fundamentally identical. I guess you could argue that a boy would not be allowed to wear a shirt with spaghetti straps either, but the day they sell anything like that in the boys section of a Target I will happily withdraw my objections.
Have you ever stopped to think how weird a school dress code really is? I went and checked out the one for my daughter’s school district and it’s amazing in how hard it tries not to say what it actually means. There are literally no male-specific guidelines anywhere on that list. I mean prohibitions against exposing the chest or torso could hypothetically apply to boys except that they don’t. Not really. They don’t sell boys clothes that do that. There’s nothing that is marketed to boys that is in anyway comparable to a skirt or a sun dress. Essentially, a school dress code exists to prevent girls from displaying too much of their bodies because reasons.
I didn’t pick up my daughter’s dress at My First Stripperwear. It’s not repurposed fetish gear from a store for very short people. It’s a dress from a mall chain store in her size. It covers everything but her shoulders and a small section of her upper chest and back. She’s worn it to church, and in the growing heat she was looking forward to wearing it a lot because it’s light and comfortable.
You know what really grills my cheese about it? It’s not even the shirt they made her put on over her top, it’s the pants they made her wear underneath. It’s a full-length dress that she has to hold up to keep from getting wet in uncut grass. She even had a small set of shorts underneath because it was gym day. But because the top part of her dress apparently exposed the immoral sinfulness of her bare shoulders she also had to pull on jeans even though her legs remained completely covered as part of her punishment.”
“I swear to God and all his Alf pogs I really didn’t think that I would have to face that particular dragon before she even entered a numbered grade.
Now I have this child, the one that argues scientific points about everything from the top speed of land animals in Africa to the classification of the planets with me endlessly, wordlessly accepting that a dress with spaghetti straps, something sold in every Walmart in America right now, is somehow bad. Wrong. Naughty. And most importantly that the answer is to cover up.
Make no mistake; every school dress code that is not a set uniform is about policing girls and girls alone.”
I’m not skimming through the reblogs to see what anyone else has to say, but ISTG that if I see or get ONE comment about “BUH BUH BUH IT TEH ROOLZ!” I will SLAP someone.
1. She’s five. 2. When I was in grade school, girls wore spaghetti-strap tank tops all the time and nobody made a fuss. 3. She’s FIVE. 4. Virtually NOTHING in the “dress code” applies to BOYS, it’s all about punishing GIRLS.
5. SHE’S FUCKING FIVE YEARS OLD. HER MALE CLASSMATES ARE FIVE YEARS OLD.
WHO IS “DISTRACTED” BY A FIVE-YEAR-OLD’S FUCKING SHOULDERS??? (THE
KIND OF ADULTS YOU DON’T. FUCKING. WANT AROUND FIVE-YEAR-OLDS, THAT’S
WHO.)
Writers are writers, regardless what they write. There are fanfic writers and unheard of writers who write more and better than New York Times bestsellers. Lots. So keep your head up and write on, no matter what you write!
Episode 42, part 2: Fuzzy liked the name Irene had given him. After all, it was a present from her to him.
FUZZY Join Irene, the modern day seer helping big corporations with their business predictions, and Fuzzy, the solid black demonic figure lurking in Irene’s working place at her temple. Bring yogurt with you!
Is this prince of Egypt fanart because I am all over that.
I mean isn’t the prince of egypt technically fanart itself
As a person that teaches Sunday School I feel that I can say this is 100% in character for both Moses and God.
So I highly doubt that all those characters really died at the end of Infinity War
Mostly because Black Panther did so well as a stand-alone movie with T’Challa as the main dude, that to try and have someone else be Black Panther after IW would be fucking stupid story-wise
Now I think the next big Avengers movie is supposed to be IW part 2 – so I’m betting 10$ that those guys aren’t actually dead but instead got transported to an alternate/parallel reality or some shit
miss me with that ‘weapon accuracy’ shit. im shooting everything. im laying down cover fire. im shooting the walls. im shooting my teammates. im shooting myself. my accuracy is 100% yall just dont know what im aiming at
I didn’t even read the rest because I’m still laughing at “miss me with that ‘weapon accuracy’ shit” like I’ve never read a more perfect phrase in my life
Fun fact: during the Revolutionary War, the British HATED American soldiers’ fighting methods. Why? Because Americans aimed. We’ve all heard of the battle of Bunker Hill and how the soldiers were instructed not to shoot until they saw the whites of the enemies’ eyes, but did you know that the British military’s battle plan was essentially to spray as many musket balls as they could all over the enemy? Troops were told to just aim in the general direction of the opposing army and shoot, and the British thought that Americans aiming their weapons was a savage and uncivilized form of combat.
The British sound like me when I play Overwatch and the enemy hitscan players kill me more than once
the american army had been trained by a german guy who added the ‘aim’ in ‘ready, aim, fire’, and literally wrote a book about ‘how to be better at soldiering then the brittish who think its all about pressed uniforms and standing in neat lines’
the other side of aiming- they thought it was unfair that half the american soldiers would intentionally try and hit the brittish officers, who had distinctive uniforms and were often sitting on a horse so they were stupid easy to pick out of a crowd. quite probably the most obvious thing you could do in a fight
#how the fuck did britain conquer 97% of the world
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