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Men want what they want.

So much of our culture caters to giving men what they want. A high school student invites model Kate Upton to attend his prom, and he’s congratulated for his audacity. A male fan at a Beyoncé concert reaches up to the stage to slap her ass because her ass is there, her ass is magnificent, and he wants to feel it. The science fiction fandom community is once again having a heated discussion, across the Internet, about the ongoing problem of sexual harassment at conventions — countless women are telling all manner of stories about how, without their consent, they are groped, ogled, lured into hotel rooms under false pretenses, physically lifted off the ground, and more.

But men want what they want. We should all lighten up.

It’s hard not to feel humorless as a woman and a feminist, to recognize misogyny in so many forms, some great and some small, and know you’re not imagining things. It’s hard to be told to lighten up because if you lighten up any more, you’re going to float the fuck away. The problem is not that one of these things is happening, it’s that they are all happening, concurrently and constantly.

These are just songs. They are just jokes. They are just movies. It’s just a hug. They’re just breasts. Smile, you’re beautiful. Can’t a man pay you a compliment? In truth, this is all a symptom of a much more virulent cultural sickness — one where women exist to satisfy the whims of men, one where a woman’s worth is consistently diminished or entirely ignored.


- What Men Want, America Delivers - from the inimitable Roxane Gay (via ladyfabulous)

(Source: jessicavalenti, via cwnerd12)


Nocturne, Henri Le Sidaner 

Alfred Henry Maurer (American, 1868-1932)
In a Cafe, 1905. Oil on canvas.

"Flora Pool in Versailles" (1905 - 1906), Alexandre Benois (1870 - 1860)

 Early Morning After a Storm at Sea, Winslow Homer

"If I could say it in words there would be no reason to paint."

- Edward Hopper (via artmastered)

Andrew Wyeth, Barracoon (1976)

Via Philadelphia Museum of Art - Henry Ossawa Tanner (1859-1937) - Low Tide, Cannon Street Bridge, 1901-3
Accession no.: 2005-86-1

John Singer Sargent, “Man Reading”, undated

Happy birthday to William Glackens (American 1870-1938)! Born and raised in Philadelphia, Glackens later moved to New York where he made this painting, which records a bruising visit to an indoor roller skating rink, made by Glackens, Robert Henri, and many of the other artists associated with The Eight (a group of American painters who focused their attention on scenes of daily life). The hilarious evening, in which Glackens was the first to fall, encapsulates the artist’s fascination with the modern city and its popular attractions. Glackens’s efforts to chronicle the contemporary urban scene were rooted in his training as a Philadelphia newspaper illustrator, when he worked alongside John Sloan and others on the Philadelphia Press. Come see this and other scenes of American life in the installation “American Impressionism and Realism" in Gallery 49. ”Skating Rink, New York City,” c. 1906, William Glackens, Gift of Meyer P. Potamkin and Vivian O. Potamkin, 1964-116-7

James Abbott McNeil Whistler: The Little Red Cap (1890-99)

Sun in an Empty Room by Edward Hopper (1963)

Andrew Wyeth, Roaring Reef, 1951. Smithsonian American Art Museum.

James Abbott McNeil Whistler: Nocturne (ca. 1870-1877)

“A Ride for Liberty - The Fugitive Slaves”, mid-19th century, Eastman Johnson.