According to their survey, men hate when women wear beanies, floppy hats, hair bows, open-side shirts, oversize sweaters, shoulder pads, peplums, bandeau bikinis (“they just make your shoulders look like a linebacker”), bright lipstick, heavy eye makeup, fake nails, bangles, pointy-toed shoes, wedge sneakers, ultra-high heels, fold-over ankle boots (“it looks like the shoes have foreskins”), high-waisted jeans, high-waisted shorts, high-waisted skirts (“it lacks a certain degree of subtlety”), pantsuits (“you’re a woman, not a man”), drop-crotch pants (“really, any loose fitting pants,) and mullet dresses (“I just don’t get it — where’s the fucking party??? You are covering the back!”). The question is how to wear all of these things at once.
Poor Hufflepuff. Everyone who wasn’t cunning, intelligent, or brave got sent to Hufflepuff
Ding-dong, you are wrong.
Everyone who had immense amounts of courage but, when given the choice, would decide that fighting is not as important as staying put to care for the people a war leaves in its wake ended up in Hufflepuff.
Everyone who was extremely intelligent but simply considered it a much more defining characteristic to be loyal and faithful to people they love, rather than taking pride in their intelligence*, ended up in Hufflepuff.
Everyone who wanted to do something important and had enough cunning to manipulate others and wind their way to the top, but never would because they considered it more important to be honest and earn their success fairly and through hard work ended up in Hufflepuff
Everyone who was brave, and smart, and cunning, but did not consider those traits to be the most important and defining aspects of their personality ended up in Hufflepuff.
Helga Hufflepuff made a conscious decision to accept only those students who were honest and loyal and true enough to themselves to say “No. Courage and intelligence and cunning are all valuable traits, but I will not define myself by them because I believe there are things more important than that.”
We are not your fucking leftovers.
We live in an age where we feel guilt whenever we have to cut someone off but the reality is that some relationships do need to die, some people do need to be unfollowed and defriended. We aren’t meant to be this tethered to the people in our past. The Internet mandates that we don’t burn bridges and keep everyone around like relics but those expectations are unrealistic and unhealthy. Simply put, we don’t need to know what everyone else is up to. We’re allowed to be choosy about who we surround ourselves with online and in real life, even if it might hurt people’s feelings.
Sometimes, it really hurts me how ignorant people can be, especially since I’ve lived my life being a double-minority—a gay, Asian American. And when people say these ignorant things like, “Ching-chong-bing-bong,” or when I’m ordering a sandwich and the cashier speaks to me slowly and in an exaggerated high pitch because she assumes I don’t understand English just because I was in line behind an Asian family that didn’t, or when white people at my school say things like, “Oh, (s)he just got that scholarship cause she’s black/Asian/mexican/gay,” or when I hear guys call each other fags, or the way people stare at my girlfriend and I when we’re holding hands around the city, or even when two men have the audacity to dress up as Trayvon Martin and George Zimmerman to a Halloween party, I just want to punch those people in the fucking face.
And then I think of this girl in this picture, 18 year old, Keisha Thomas.
In 1996, 17 members of the KKK held a rally in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Outraged that such a thing would exist in the prime of liberal times, 300 people of the town showed up to the rally to stand up against them.
This man in the photo was one of the 17 members of the KKK. When he was spotted amongst the crowd wearing the Confederate flag shirt, the group of 300 began to chase him. Once they caught onto him, he was beat down to the ground and in that instant, Keisha Thomas separated herself from the crowd and covered him. Something I’m sure that man would’ve never done the same if it were her.
It is said that without suffering, there would be no compassion. It is people like Keisha Thomas who make me realize the ones who have gone through the most suffering are the most compassionate.
With that said, I will strive to not turn my suffering into anger, but into compassion so bold that people will point that out before even remembering to recognize the color of my skin, the shape of my eyes, and the gender of whose hand I love to hold.
There just needs to be more compassionate people in this world.