quite compelling.

'outfit of the week' by fashion conscience -- in newspeak: "like!"

Super! Mario!

by the Knutsson Brothers from Sweden :)

Je vous ouvrir le crane, ma chère amie.

Mansfield TYA - "sur le plafond" from charlie mars on Vimeo. 
via lesbianbutch.tumblr.com

Il n'y a pas d'étoiles // Sur Le Plafond // Si je m'allonge au sol // Je me noie, dans le son

Les yeux de ma promise // Sont des cimetières // Des cadavres en chemise // Courent dans ses artères

Les yeux de ma promise // Des cadavres en chemise

Il n'y a pas d'étoiles // Sur Le Plafond // Si je m'allonge au sol // Je me noie, dans le son

Votre tête est un tombeau // Une cage à soucis // Puis-je vous ouvrir le crane ma chère amie

Votre tête est un tombeau // Puis-je vous ouvrir le crane

Il n'y a pas d'étoiles // Sur Le Plafond // Si je m'allonge au sol // Je me noie, dans le son

Je vis dans un couloir // Qui n'a pas de tête // Les murs sont des armoires en allumettes

Je vis dans un couloir // Les murs sont des armoires

Il n'y a pas d'étoiles // Sur Le Plafond // Si je m'allonge au sol // Je me noie, dans le son

Il n'y a pas d'étoiles // Sur Le Plafond // Si je m'allonge au sol // Je me voie, que des cons

Shewolves.

Look at all these fabulous women.
Then rethink (as if you ever really thought about it, did you?) shaving your pits. I mean: Have you even once seen your underarm hair grown out, as god gave it to you? Or are you one of those who started shaving when the first hair appeared at the teen age?

Every girl (and boy) should be free to wear her/his hair as s/he wants it - boldly bushy, sleekly trimmed, shaved and polished. Everyone should deliberately and unaffectedly decide how s/he likes it best. 

Isn't it weird that this free choice has a touch of rebellion to it when you only think it?

If you need to intellectually meditate on this issue, try the following articles:

The first, about a 10 week body hair rebellion experiment, may make you want to try hairy pits even less. It documents and reflects the hostile feedback you may get as well as the norms you quarrel with. From personal experience I can confirm the survey results. But I can also happily report that at some point it magically stops and just a little later, someone who was very sceptical will come up to you and - in the best case - will tell you that he actually really loves your underarm rebellion (ehm, and he might want to lick it too, haha).

The second article is more general, about Stigma and Women's Bodies, such as body fluids, aging etc.

If you need more visual inspiration try the hairy pits club or the swedish movement Ta Håret Tillbaka!

or check out the famous underarm hair of Frida Kahlo, Elizabeth Jagger and Joan as a Policewoman:

Chemistry worldview.

I have to learn a huge load of chemistry these days, which includes learning about the structure and reactions of salt. The daily table-salt 'NaCl' is one that appears rather often in my life, as it also does in the books. I know by now, how the atoms/ions connect to each other, that they form a specific, regular cristall-structure and how they dissolve in a polar solvent like water. I like learning this stuff. Signe Emma's images even give it an aesthetic value, a beautiful touch. 

Thank you for that.

(you should really check her site, as the story to these images gives them another dimension more. and she has other funky stuff to offer too!)

Explosive issues.

- a question atheists can't answer
 via sad and useless

My little farm.

I started growing my own vegetables on 20 square metres. And I want more!
It is a beautiful experience to see your food grow, to get a feeling for the time and care it takes and for uncomparable freshness when nibbling the radish directly from your garden...
It is also surprisingly easy to produce your own 'best veggies in the world'. Therefore I will definitely work more and more land in the future. And these two videos are encouraging me to follow my hippie-dreams of being a part-time farmer! (as does my dear friend Saskia, by recommending me these videos.)

Little things add up.

"Shall I just park the car?" 
"What? Why? I drove all the way here, why shouldn't I park the car?" 
I'm not a bad driver. I'm just a girl.

>> Microaggressions are the subtle ways in which body and verbal language convey oppressive ideology about power or privilege against marginalized identities (race, gender, age, class, sexuality, body, ability...).

Often, they are never meant to hurt – acts done with little conscious awareness of their meanings and effects. Instead, their slow accumulation during a childhood and over a lifetime is in part what defines a marginalized experience, making explanation and communication with someone who does not share this identity particularly difficult. Social others are microaggressed hourly, daily, weekly, monthly. These comments create and enforce uncomfortable, violent and unsafe realities onto peoples’ workplace, home, school, childhood/adolescence/adulthood, and public transportation/space environments. <<

definition via the microagressions project

I fucking love my kaleidoscope!

Lights shine into my face, --- kaleidoscope colors turn into your face

you're not here, into my haze --- kaleidoscope colors turn into your face

Und plötzlich alles lilablau --- Tiefenrausch

Dem Fiebertraum wieder gegenüberschau'n - zielgenau

Stroboskope: Blitze zeichnen alles kilometerweit-nah, dichter Nebel greifbar, 

Keine Furcht, alleine durch die Lichterkegel-Streitmacht

Hinten und vorn sich scheinbar gemeinsam im Finden verlor'n

Erblinde sofort, treib' im Gesichtermeer

Ertrink an dem Ort --- Und plötzlich alles lilablau

Lights shine into my face, --- kaleidoscope colors turn into your face

you're not here, into my haze --- kaleidoscope colors turn into your face

Von lilablau zu monochrom im Stroboskop --- Von ungewohnt bis unter Strom umgepolt

Sekundenschnelle Bilder flackern, dass sich jede Grenze verschiebt, unendliches Tief

Zu zweit allein in bittersüßen Epilepsien

Weg von dem Beat, nur los von dem Treiben reißen

Schweißgebadet entlang endloser Gänge, Menschengedränge, Hektische Enge

Mit den Händen an den Wänden vorbei --- Und plötzlich alles lilablau

Lights shine into my face, --- kaleidoscope colors turn into your face

you're not here, into my haze --- kaleidoscope colors turn into your face

images by me, my smart smart phone and my wonderful kaleidoscope, lyrics from CASPER: lilablau

Barter it.

send in your old leather jacket (or whatever) :::
get back a georgeous clutch (or handbag or tote or ...)

well - or transform at home! DIY hooray!

finest upcycling by Remade USA/ Shannon South