Patrick Stewart Gives Passionate Response to Question At Comicpalooza 2013

And this is why men need to be more proactive in trying to end violence against women.

If you're a boy person and you're reading this, watch this video. If Professor X can do it, what's your excuse?
If you're a girl person, share this with your boy persons!

Forgive the generalization, but as perpetrators of the crime (many of you aren't we know and appreciate that) help remove the stigma from your gender. Educate other men.

Curing Feminism

This is Kait Rokowski: How to Cure a Feminist (Spoken-Word).

Play it.
Listen to it.
Internalize it.
Share it.

Time is on my side...?

The concept of time is one that fascinates and angers. There's always either too much or too little of it to go around. And no, time has never stood still.

Right now I seem to be on the prepuce of the next phase of my life. And yet it seems all I want to do is hurtle forward and grab onto it with open arms.

It seems that no matter what stage you are on your journey you always appear to be striving and looking for something better. But then again therein lies the beauty of our existence. The hope...the longing.

Having said all this, it is time to come to terms with my age. Do I feel 18? Fok yaaa!! Do I want to be 18 again? Erm no. As much as the number doesn't seem to fit the inner, the number has afforded me some interesting twists and turns...all of which is propelling me forward through the rest of the journey.

So right now I make a decision.
Stop willing the passing of time.
Stop missing a number.
Just exist in the present.
Be present.
Do all the good you can in your present.

Making Sense...

There comes a point in your life in which years of messages seem to suddenly make sense. As if whilst you understood the words, the meaning has finally become clearer. It seems as though somewhere along your journey certain thoughts were planted, took root and now began to unfurl its leaves.
(Sorry for the imagery, I'm trying this new thing were I don't write like an illiterate douche.)

It this post has been fairly hard to put into words, the story seems to be long and convoluted and yet is only made up of a series of moments.
I knew that this year, this age was going to be something big. It was going to mean something, a year in which things would sort of fall into place. To an extent there seems to be some puzzle pieces that have found a home. Apparently this is the year of mass conscientization.

I've always been the accommodating sort and well to be honest a push over. However these last few months have in some way altered my state from Cowardly Lion to a little less Cowardly Lion- if you we're me, you'd know this is an achievement. So when anecdotes, current events and retarded conversation stirred a rage monster within I was feeling quite pleased. No I'm not the Hulk. So FBI turn away, you will not find me-er I mean him today.

Before I continue to meander along a path I'm still trying to make sense of, all I will say I that my beliefs, thoughts and resolves are becoming resolute. Not just resolute but strong. I seem to have found a sense of conviction. Color me pleased.

Now whilst I've always been a feminist at heart, I think it was purely a label thing. Im not entirely sure if i accept all the dogma that comes with the terminology but for now i don't think my attitude towards the term has been fully processed.
What I do know is that my life has been filled with strong women, tenacious women, beautiful women who have been abused, disrespected and violated. And it seems as though years of refusing to make assumptions or calls on beauty, refusing to sweep the floors whilst my male cousin played, forcefully refusing to make tea for 'the men' and various other acts of conviction, not rebellion but conviction, have led to a singular moment of clarity.

The inequality is enough.