Open a bank account or get a credit card without signed permission from her father or hr husband.
Serve on a jury – because it might inconvenience the family not to have the woman at home being her husband’s helpmate.
Obtain any form of birth control without her husband’s permission. You had to be married, and your hub and had to agree to postpone having children.
Get an Ivy League education.
Ivy League schools were men’s colleges ntil the 70′s and 80′s. When
they opened their doors to women it was agree that women went there for
their MRS. Degee.
Experience equality in the workplace: Kennedy’s
Commission on the Status of Women produced a report in 1963 that
revealed, among other things, that women earned 59 cents for every
dollar that men earned and were kept out of the more lucrative
professional positions.
Keep her job if she was pregnant.Until the Pregnancy Discrimination Act in 1978, women were regularly fired from their workplace for being pregnant.
Refuse to have sex with her husband.The mid 70s saw most states recognize marital rape and in 1993 it became criminalized
in all 50 states. Nevertheless, marital rape is still often treated
differently to other forms of rape in some states even today.
Get a divorce with some degree of ease.Before the No Fault Divorce
law in 1969, spouses had to show the faults of the other party, such as
adultery, and could easily be overturned by recrimination.
Have a legal abortion in most states.The Roe v. Wade case in 1973 protected a woman’s right to abortion until viability.
Take legal action against workplace sexual harassment.
Play college sports
Title IX of the Education
Amendments of protects people from discrimination based
on sex in education programs or activities that receive Federal
financial assistance
It was nt until this statute that colleges had teams for women’s sports
Apply for men’s Jobs
The EEOC rules that
sex-segregated help wanted ads in newspapers are illegal. This ruling
is upheld in 1973 by the Supreme Court, opening the way for women to
apply for higher-paying jobs hitherto open only to men.
This is why we needed feminism – this is why we know that feminism works
I just want to reiterate this stuff, because I legit get the feeling there are a lot of younger women for whom it hasn’t really sunk in what it is today’s GOP is actively trying to return to.
Did you go to a good college? Shame on you, you took a college placement that could have gone to a man who deserves and needs it to support or prepare for his wife & children. But if you really must attend college, well, some men like that, you can still get married if you focus on finding the right man.
Got a job? Why? A man could be doing that job. You should be at home caring for a family. You shouldn’t be taking that job away from a man who needs it (see college, above). You definitely don’t have a career – you’ll be pregnant and raising children soon, so no need to worry about promoting you.
This shit was within living memory.
I’M A MILLENIAL and my mother was in the second class that allowed women at an Ivy League school.
Men who are alive today either personally remember shit like this or have parents/family who have raised them into thinking this was the way America functioned back in the blissful Good Old Days. There are literally dudes in the GOP old enough to remember when it was like this and yearn for those days to return.
When people talk about resisting conservativism and the GOP, we’re not just talking about whether the wage gap is a myth or not. We’re talking about whether women even have the fundamental right to exist as individuals, to run their own households and compete for jobs and be considered on an equal footing with men in any arena at all in the first place.
I was a child in the 1960s, a teenager in the 1970s, a young adult in the 1980s. This is what it was like:
When I was growing up, it was considered unfortunate if a girl was good at sports. Girls were not allowed in Little League. Girls’ teams didn’t exist in high school, except at all-girls’ high schools. Boys played sports, and girls were the cheerleaders.
People used to ask me as a child what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said I wanted to be a brain surgeon or the first woman justice on the Supreme Court. Everyone told me it was impossible–those just weren’t realistic goals for a girl–the latter, especially, because you couldn’t trust women to judge fairly and rationally, after all.
In the 1960s and 1970s, all women were identified by their marital status, even in arrest reports and obituaries. In elementary school, my science teacher referred to Pierre Curie as DOCTOR Curie and Marie Curie as MRS. Curie…because, as he put it, “she was just his wife.” (Both had doctorates and both were Nobel prize winners, so you would think that both would be accorded respect.)
Companies could and did require women to wear dresses and skirts. Failure to do could and did get women fired. And it was legal. It was also legal to fire women for getting married or getting pregnant. The rationale was that a woman who was married or who had a child had no business working; that was what her husband was for. Aetna Insurance, the biggest insurance company in America, fired women for all of the above.
A man could rape his wife. Legally. I can remember being twelve years old and reading about legal experts actually debating whether or not a man could actually be said to coerce his wife into having sex. This was a serious debate in 1974.
The debate about marital rape came up in my law school, too, in 1984. Could a woman be raped by her husband? The guys all said no–a woman got married, so she was consenting to sex at all times. So I turned it around. I asked them if, since a man had gotten married, that meant that his wife could shove a dildo or a stick or something up his ass any time she wanted to for HER sexual pleasure.
(Hey, I thought it was reasonable. If one gender was legally entitled to force sex on the other, then obviously the reverse should also be true.)
The male law students didn’t like the idea. Interestingly, they commented that being treated like that would make them feel like a woman.
My reaction was, “Thank you for proving my point…”
The concept of date rape, when first proposed, was considered laughable. If a woman went out on a date, the argument of legal experts ran, sexual consent was implied. Even more sickening was the fact that in some states–even in the early 1980s–a man could rape his daughter…and it was no worse than a misdemeanor.
Women taking self-defense classes in the 1970s and 1980s were frequently described in books and on TV as “cute.” The implication was that it was absurd for a woman to attempt to defend herself, but wasn’t it just adorable for her to try?
I was expressly forbidden to take computer classes in junior and senior years of high school–1978-79 and 1979-80–because, as the principal told me, “Only boys have to know that kind of thing. You girls are going to get married, and you won’t use it.”
When I was in college–from 1980 to 1984–there were no womens’ studies. The idea hadn’t occurred in many places because the presumption was that there was nothing TO study. My history professor–a man who had a doctorate in history–informed me quite seriously that women had never produced a noted painter, sculptor, composer, architect or scientist because…wait for it…womens’ brains were too small.
(He was very surprised when I came up with a list of fifty women gifted in the arts and science, most of whom he had never heard of before.)
When Walter Mondale picked Geraldine Ferraro as a running mate in 1984, the press hailed it as a disaster. What would happen, they asked fearfully, if Mondale died and Ferraro became president? What if an international crisis arose and she was menstruating? She could push the nuclear button in a fit of PMS! It would be the end of the WORLD!!
…No, they WEREN’T kidding.
On the surface, things are very different now than they were when I was a child, a teen and a young adult. But I’m afraid that people now do not realize what it was like then. I’ve read a lot of posts from young women who say that they are not feminists. If the only exposure to feminism they have is the work of extremists, I cannot blame them overmuch.
I wish that I could tell them what feminism was like when it was new–when the dream of legal equality was just a dream, and hadn’t even begun to come true. When “woman’s work” was a sneer–and an overt putdown. When people tut-tutted over bright and athletic girls with the words, “Really, it’s a shame she’s not a boy.” That lack of feminism wasn’t all men opening doors and picking up checks. A lot of it was an attitude of patronizing contempt that hasn’t entirely died out, but which has become less publicly acceptable.
I wish I could make them feel what it was like…when grown men were called “men” and grown women were “girls.”
Know your history.
So this, too, is what they mean saying “make America great again” and/or the good old days.
REBLOG FOREVER.
I am 70. I remember all those things. I was a student nurse from 64 to 67 and we were not permitted to “finish” a bed bath on a male or insert a catheter in a male. Seeing male genitals might cause us “harm” or upset our delicate sensibilities. Imagine when we graduated and were “thrown” to the wolves. Imagine if you were a male patient who had to be the first to be “practiced” on by a graduate nurse. (Ha!) At the school I attended no student nurse could be married. Only one school in my city (Atlanta) would even admit married women and Male Nurses weren’t even thought of. What man would want to be a nurse when he could be a Doctor. In all my training I only remember 3 or 4 Women who were Doctor’s and a very few, (less than 5 or 6) female interns or residents (and this was a teaching hospital) and most of those were OB/Gyns and one was a pediatrician.
When I graduated and was going to get married I wanted to go on birth control pills. You needed to be on them for a least one cycle before they were effective. I won’t go into what hoops I had to jump through to get a prescription from my Dr. (a man, natch) but when i went to the drug store to get the prescription filled I ended up having to get my future husband to “accompany” me so the pharmacist “interview” him and see if it was okay with him for me to be on the pill.
Even when we went to get a marriage license I had to get my Father’s signature and we had to go before a Judge because I was not yet 21 (I was 20 and 9 months).
I could go on and on, getting a credit card in MY name, etc., but I will tell you that WE MUST RESIST.
The number of people I know who romanticize gender inequality is frankly terrifying. A world never existed in which the lives of women were simplified by benevolent men who saw to her every want and need. That was not a thing. A world never existed in which women were all ladies, men were all gentlemen, & everything was some great big cishet fairytale. Feminists aren’t a bunch of upstarts who want to destroy a perfectly wholesome and non-harmful system. Just…look at history. Look at the posts above. We. Must. Resist..
About 8: The State of New York only added No-Fault Divorce as an option in 2010 (!!!)
I want to repeat here.
This is what they mean, when they say “Old-fashioned values”
When conservatives start waxing lyrical about the ‘good old days’, this is what they mean. They are fully aware how much things blew for women, and they would like to return to that.
Tumblr was deemed too full of inappropriate content to be allowed to be downloaded from the app store.
It has this “inappropriate” problem because of rampant porn ad bot accounts. The old solutions were bots to detect image sets with nsfw content, the automatically enabled safe mode, tag filtering for mobile, and wide takedowns of nsfw bots based on words used (that’s why their messages are full of numbers and symbols, to evade this)
Tumblr released their own bot supposedly capable of wiping the ad bots, but it’s taking down many popular blogs, possibly due to sheer amounts of posting or sheer amounts of ad bots in their notes. This bot was likely rushed to be put out.
You are more likely to be accidentally flagged if you post external links, as well. If your acct is taken down you CAN get it back, but it’s a pain. E-mail tumblr support for help with this. It takes down side blogs with the main ones.
I’ll be halting posts for about a week or until this problem is fixed.
Summery: The
shadows consume the light, the screeching of old gods are forgotten.
The
regrets that weighed down every soul turn away, peaceful silence replaces them.
Stone
turns cold once more, and the ravages of infection subside.
The
cost has been paid.
Now
there is nothing left for anyone in Hollownest.
Author note: Guess who wrote a Hollow Knight fanfic~~~?? 😀 Okay okay I know another thing from a fandom I just dipped my toe into, don’t worry this won’t be like my Guilty Gear kick, I’ll do like…4 chapters of this and I’m done…maybe
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Hornet wakes up with a shock-induced twitch of muscle, the taste of dirt
in her mouth.
The temple is cold and silent around her, the choking smell and
oppressive heat of the orange infection missing. She sits up and looks around,
pockmarks dot the walls where pulsing pustules of madness had been before she
lost consciousness.
(“Do it now!”)
She stands in one swift movement, darting her eyes back and forth to
spot the little Ghost, or the massive body of the Hollow Knight, and finds
neither. She notices for the first time that she is in a crater, the concrete
of the stone cleaved away starting from a central point…where she finds it.
The mask, small twin horns marking it instantly. Empty. Cracked open
down the middle like an egg.
She stares at the mask for a long while, a disbelieving numbness
coursing through her as she realizes what this all means.
They have succeeded. The Radiance is dead. Her sibling is free of their
shackles. The Pale King had finally paid his cost, and he had won.
And she, all alone, is left standing.
Something begins bubbling from deep in her gut, and climbs it’s way up.
Bits of it escape as scoffs and quick peals of laughter as she begins to fully
understand, fully see what has actually happened.
She is free.
She falls down on her backside as her laughter grows louder and louder
in the empty temple, her eyes flying up to the ceiling, the weight of her
destiny so suddenly yanked off her shoulders she can’t find her balance.
Her laughter slowly dies down as she looks back down on the broken mask
of her would-have-been sibling, a thousand different emotions and courses of
action knocking around in her head.
She thinks back to her fights with the little Ghost, the memories
causing some of the old wounds they had inflicted on her to flare up for a
moment. She thinks of the odd impulse that drove her to dive into the crumbling
corpse of the great wyrm to drag them out, thinks of seeing them climb out of
the abyss…changed.
When they looked at her before the branded door as she spoke, she could
swear they could see her, truly comprehend her presence in a way
altogether different from when they first met her in Greenpath.
They looked at her like that when she held down the Hollow Knight so
they could strike it with the dream nail, those tiny black holes focusing
on her, and for a short moment, she felt her heart clench in a way unfamiliar
to her.
She stared at the broken mask, the last remnants of the one who saved
her once-home, and willed for that feeling again, so she could understand it.
But all she could feel was a sense of…finality.
The vessels were created to stop the infection, to contain the old god
of Hollownest who refused to die in peace and planned to drag all around it to
destruction.
Their purpose was to save Hollownest, to bring back the glorious
golden age of the Pale King.
Instead the chosen vessel was unsuited to their task, and everything
went straight to hell. The bugs of Hollownest fell into insanity and violence,
the great knight fell one by one, and even the Pale King himself holed himself
up in his tower to rot.
Three of the greatest minds Hollownest had ever seen chose to use their
own minds as shackles and chains for the failed savior. Hoping that, one day, a
vessel will come to fix what they could not.
That left Hornet, alone, to make sure they were strong enough.
She lost her sense of time at some point, her duty bearing down on her
day and night, some part of her convinced that it was just her own personal
prison, doomed to stalk the halls of her home until the very tunnels collapsed
around her.
Enter little Ghost.
It all took place in under two
days, they trekked across the ruined Hollownest, defeated its corrupted denizens…and
finally fulfilled what their ‘father’ had long since attempted.
Only the Hollownest they saved was long dead.
The Crossroads have broken down, the Greenpath over grown, even the
Deepnest had fallen silent and feral (even more than it was before), and the
City of Tears has long been empty of all but the dead and the insane.
There’s nothing left for anyone in Hollownest…and if Hornet was being
honest? There wasn’t anything left for her either.
She walked over to the broken mask, lifting the pale white shards with
care, the emotions in her head beginning to settle. She turned on her heel to
leave the ruined temple before it fell on her head, stopping only to pick up
her nail.
She heard whispers of settlers in Dirthmouth, she needed to climb up and
tell them there’s nothing more to be found down here…and see if anyone of them
knew little Ghost.
The least she could do was make sure that someone would mourn them.
She is their sister, after all.
(A single drop of water fell at her feet as she walked passed the
threshold of her siblings’ prison, she dared not look back.)
A good friend of mine, Anontheanon, has had his Tumblr account recently targeted for deletion by Tumblr. He was given no warning, no email, message or otherwise, in advance as to why his account was terminated.
Apparently this has been happening to many other artists so it isn’t just a single incident. I’m just making this post as a warning so that if any of my artist friends out there has anything posted to Tumblr that was was using this as an archive then to find another means to store it, because relying on this website isn’t a good idea.
Its been speculated that this is largely due to the Tumblr iOS app being removed from Apple’s app store for violating TOS.
Yes, it’s still possible to get posts to show up, but in the case of the search function, it’s only if they have no links – not even links to other Tumblr posts. For people like me who include links to other chapters in my fic so readers can get caught up on chapters they might miss, this is a huge problem. I basically have no choice but to include those links, or else I would make things massively inconvenient for my readers.
So why am I telling everyone this? Because this means reblogs are becoming more and more important to creators. With posts so difficult to find in searches and tags, reblogs are one of the few other ways for people to find new artists or writers.
You’re under no obligation to reblog my stuff, of course, but I want to put it out there why reblogs are so important to those of us who write/draw/create content.
(Also: While I’ve personally verified the stuff that’s going on with searches, I have no clue what’s going on with tags. Some of my stuff is showing up there, some isn’t, seemingly with little correlation to the links included. So tags might not be quite as strict, but they do seem to be less consistent.)
don’t just pay it. do not automatically pay the hospital bill when you receive it. call your health insurance provider and POLITELY say, “excuse me, i just received a bill for $1200 for my hospital visit/ER visit/etc., is that the correct amount i’m supposed to pay?” because hospitals bill you before your health insurance and they will take your money no matter how the amount due may change based on your health insurance looking at it. 90% of the time, if your health insurance is in any way involved in the payment of that bill, you do not have to pay as much as the hospital is billing you for. call your health insurance provider first, and POLITELY request clarification, always remember that the person you are talking to is human and this is just their job, and then you will very likely find out you actually only owe $500.
don’t shout at anyone about it, don’t get mad, just understand that this is The Way Things Are right now and call your health insurance provider before paying the bill your hospital just sent you. there’s a chance the hospital bill might be correct, true, but call your health insurance provider.
THIS IS SUPER IMPORTANT. after my car accident last year the hospital billed me ~$8000. They sent me letters asking me to pay, and I called them back saying my insurance was processing the claim. This is also what I told the collection agency when they kept calling me about the $1000 emergency room fee (billed separately from the hospital fee, mind you). Once everything got straightened out, all I was actually liable for was my $200 emergency copay.
!!!!!!! things my ass didn’t know !!!!!!!!
Yes this is a life lesson my adulting ass didn’t know I needed and I’m out 80 bucks for an anti-nausea pill. 😒😒😒😒😒
Reblogging for American friends.
Also, it is important [for people receiving medical care in the USA] to carefully read all of the items on the medical bill and look for errors and overcharges. I know that the normal feelings of avoidance and dread can make it hard to look at scary hospital bills, and that’s okay! But as the OP mentions, private orgs like hospitals don’t monitor overpayment of bills – they are motivated to charge you extra – and it is basically impossible to get your money back. Read the bill carefully and make sure that the charges are correct, using the links below for help if you need. If they haven’t sent you an itemized list, you can ask for one. Sometimes you will be charged extra for items or treatment you didn’t receive. Most people don’t know that you can dispute medical bills! But in 2009, Consumer Reports stated that 8 out of 10 medical bills scrutinized by a watchdog had errors, and generally you are not obligated to pay for someone else’s error.
You may be charged for using medication that you actually brought into the hospital with you – that’s easy to dispute! You may be charged for the consumables used during your stay such as sheets, gloves, gowns, etc – the hospital should actually cover that under its running budget. You may be charged for a brand name drug if the generic was available for cheaper – the links below explain how and when you can dispute this. You may be charged a surprisingly expensive “oral administration fee” (where a nurse puts pills for you to take in a little clean paper cup and then hands it to you) but that’s worth disputing if you were actually able to take the pill out of a bottle and put it in your own mouth. And so on.
i also can’t believe that even though i did, nothing is happening
it’ll soon be two years since we had enough money for anything
since we didn’t have to worry about having enough food
It is desperate, so I’m making another post. Another in hope that the sense of urgency will be felt. That people will be able to see how much we need help.
Two years. Two years next month. For two years we’ve been barely getting by. Going without clothes, without medicine at times, a few months without a way to transport my chair bound mother that only the grace of God himself could have solved (which he did, but we have to repay family for getting a new vehicle).
We have things we need. Clothes. Food. Medicine.
We have things we need to deal with. Bills, repairing or replacing broken electronics, fixing an issue with the car.
It won’t be just two years either… we don’t know how long it’ll take. It might take another year, maybe two. We can’t keep going like this. We just can’t.
Please help us. Donate. If you can’t, reblog. Please do not scroll past this, the more people who see this, the more help we will likely get.
Im thinking about doing another comic after i finish the Dressing up like Ground Zero one, and for that i needed the 2nd year heigh chart so i went and did the 3rd year too
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