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Anti feminists drive me fucking crazy. I’m a little too frustrated to explain myself but this article does a good job of show I feel.
Feminists don’t hate men, they don’t want unlimited abortions or to never be a stay at home mother. The picture of human rights is so much bigger than these women who love tough men.
Hey I love men too! But this has nothing with them!


Around the Cat’s Paw Nebula

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Gramercy Eight Rings


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There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.

In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.

The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

Reblogging again. If I were to get married, I’d want to get married while wearing this GORGEOUS dress.

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I’ve been work work work work workin’ on my shit.

I took about 3 weeks off from the gym at then end of June because I was busy with lots of clients, packing up the apartment, moving (if you saw my old staircase, you would know what kind of workout it was to climb them every day!), unpacking and recovering. I definitely don’t feel great when I don’t workout at the gym or walk often or bike around, so last week I returned to the gym and boy could I tell! My muscles weren’t too sore afterwards, but my energy level was so low and I had no motivation to make it through the whole hour. But I kept with it and have gone 3 times since. Today I felt much better and quite proud of myself. I move and feel so much more confident and powerful after an awesome workout. Having some good tunes don’t hurt either. Here’s what was on today’s playlist:

Thrift Shop - Macklemore

Dreaming - Kaleb

Suit & Tie - Justin Timberlake

Dog Days are Over - Florence + the Machine

Dougou Badia - Amadou & Mariam feat. Santigold

Just had a delicious culinary experience at Parts & Labor near Hopkins. The great thing about Jake working on the Johns Hopkins Homewood campus only 3 miles away is I can come up and steal him away for lunch on most days.
P&L has chefs that definitely know what they are doing. I know it is an addition to The Woodberry Kitchen joint with a little twist on the classic butchery. Sandwiches were excellent and I loved the decor and style of the restaurant. Cheers to fining a new delicious restaurant!


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Château de Chenonceaux, Loire Valley, Indre-et-Loire, France


Chambord Castle, Loire Valley, France

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Tree house in Loire Valley, France.
Gotta remember this place!

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Jake and I have been wanting to go to France for a while now. Over the weekend, we decided that April 2015 would be a good time to go. It gives us some time to save up, plan the trip, and it would be over my 26th birthday and our 5 year anniversary.
….hmmm…. sounds pretty perfect to me!

I’ve started some preliminary looking around and I am already falling in love with France. Every photo of the chateaus, vineyards, city streets, the architecture.. everything!… looks incredible. 

Thus far, these are the places on the itinerary…

  • Paris
  • Versailles
  • Normandy
  • Mont St. Michel
  • Loire
  • Dordogne
  • Carcassonne
  • Provence

Can’t wait to officially start planning this trip. Until then…. I gotta work my butt off to pay for it!

The world is made for people who aren’t cursed with self-awareness.

Susan Sarandon, from Bull Durham (1988)

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