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We eat, excrete, sleep, and get up;
This is our world.
All we have to do after that-
Is to die.

-Ikkyū
11 December 11

butnotinlove:

How Modesty Doctrines Made Me Hate My Body

Modesty taught me that I was a decoration. Everything about my life was governed by whether or not a man was watching. How I moved and what I ate or wore all depended on the male gaze. Modesty taught me that nothing I did mattered more than avoiding sexual attention. Modesty made me objectify myself. I was so aware of my own potential desirability at all times that I lost all other ways of defining myself. I couldn’t work out or get fit without worrying about attracting men. I couldn’t relax my eating habits for a moment lest my shirts start to pull a little in the chest. I couldn’t grow like a normal human adolescent because staying slim and sexless was the biggest priority in my world.

When you argue that what’s modest and what isn’t is a valid concern for women, you tell them that their appearance matters most. You objectify them. You tell them that whether or not you are sexually aroused by their actions or their dress is more important than anything they want to do or wear. You tell them that they must, at all times, be thinking about you when they are making decisions about their own lives. That’s arrogant. That’s immoral.

When you argue that modesty is just a ‘debate’ that must be won by those whose arguments are strongest in the abstract, you ignore the fact that the ‘debate’ has consequences you don’t have to live with. Women have to live with the consequences of modesty debates. Those debates impact every sphere of their lives: work, play, even their own health and wellbeing. If you think that, as a man, you can somehow argue ‘objectively’ about what women should or shouldn’t wear and ‘win’ a debate fair and square, let me remind you of a few things. If a man ‘loses’ a modesty debate, nothing about his life changes. If a man ‘wins’ a modesty debate, nothing about his life changes. But if a woman loses a modesty debate, the entire fabric of her existence changes. If a woman loses a modesty debate, she has lost whole areas of freedom in her life. She now has more things to worry about not doing so that men will not get aroused. There is no such thing as an ‘objective’ argument in which the stakes are astronomical for one side and nonexistent for the other. Furthermore, by even accepting modesty as a valid area of concern for women, you have accepted a premise that defines women by their looks and objectifies them. Women have already lost the moment a modesty debate begins.”

To be honest, I’m not entirely sure if I agree with this article and its arguments completely but the writer does make some very good points. 

Reblogged: unfriendlyatheist-deactivated20

6 December 11
pakistani:

Prostitutes peeking out from the doorways of their brothel. Photograph by Margaret Bourke-White. Lahore, Pakistan, 1946. (via legrandcirque)
My add: I last went to the red light area of Lahore (called Shahi Muhala - Royal Enclave, or Heera Mandi - Diamond Market) around 2005/06 and it is nothing like this now. But still a very dynamic part of Lahore with the best food I have ever tasted in my life. Two very important things I can never forget from that area would be, how once I saw a plague outside a house which read in Urdu, “this is a house of respectable people, please do not bother” and another how during Islamic month of Muahrram these women were sitting outside offering passing by people free Sharbat and Milk (part of a Muslim tradition where people offer free drinks “Sabeel” to passerby in memory of hardships Prophet’s family faced in desert).
Need to go back for a proper shoot soon. (via umalik)
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pakistani:

Prostitutes peeking out from the doorways of their brothel. Photograph by Margaret Bourke-White. Lahore, Pakistan, 1946. (via legrandcirque)

My add: I last went to the red light area of Lahore (called Shahi Muhala - Royal Enclave, or Heera Mandi - Diamond Market) around 2005/06 and it is nothing like this now. But still a very dynamic part of Lahore with the best food I have ever tasted in my life. Two very important things I can never forget from that area would be, how once I saw a plague outside a house which read in Urdu, “this is a house of respectable people, please do not bother” and another how during Islamic month of Muahrram these women were sitting outside offering passing by people free Sharbat and Milk (part of a Muslim tradition where people offer free drinks “Sabeel” to passerby in memory of hardships Prophet’s family faced in desert).

Need to go back for a proper shoot soon. (via umalik)

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Reblogged: pakistani

4 October 11

unfriendlyatheist:

jadedmushroom:

If Men posed as women did

I lol’d

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Reblogged: unfriendlyatheist-deactivated20

26 June 10
 I don’t care what you think. All I know is that that shirt is turning me on.

 I don’t care what you think. All I know is that that shirt is turning me on.

Reblogged: helenofdestroy

31 May 10
Not a day passes in which I don’t remind my sisters this.

Not a day passes in which I don’t remind my sisters this.

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh