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Why you should be in passionate horny love with Elizabeth ‘Nellie Bly’ Cochrane

• Born in 1864/65, Elizabeth, one of 15 children, was always ‘the rebellious one’. Fierce as fuck from an early age, she testified against her abusive stepfather in her mother’s divorce trial.
• In 1880 she enrolled in a teacher-training college but had to leave after her first semester due to lack of funding - then moved to Pittsburgh to help run a goddamn boarding school. 
• This is where we get to the good shit. Age 18, she wrote a letter-to-the-editor of the Pittsburgh Dispatch bitchslapping the everloving fuck out of a sexist ballsack of an article entitled ‘What Girls Are Good For’. 
• The editor was so goddamn wooed by her razor-sharp tongue that he RAN AN AD asking her to identify herself. Elizabeth owned up, and was hired instantaneously, her badassery radiating from her pores and intoxicating all within a twenty mile radius.
• Working under the pen-name Nellie Bly, Elizabeth kicked the butts of morons everywhere, writing articles aimed at social justice, particularly labour laws to protect working ‘girls’ and reform of Pennsylvania’s divorce law, which greatly favoured men.
• Not content with changing the world from behind her desk, Elizabeth became a founding mother of investigative journalism. She was expelled from Mexico for exposing political corruption, and henceforth wrapped in cotton wool by her editors. Infuriated by their mollycoddling, Lizzie left them a note essentially telling them to fuck themselves and hot footed it to NYC. She was still only 23.
• Within six months she was hired by Joseph fucking Pulitzer himself, and continued her batshit crazy investigations uninhibited. Her very first assingment had her feigning mental illness to expose repulsive conditions in Blackwell’s Island Insane Asylum. Her cutting report was so fucking horrifying, compelling and persuasive that it triggered public and political action, leading to reform of the institution.
• In the next couple of years she had herself thrown in jail and hired by a sweatshop, all for shits and giggles. Oh, and to uncover incomprehensible injustice, cruelty, poverty, and the concealed, heinous treatment of the vulnerable and voiceless. 
• But was pioneering journalism, social revolution and batshit badassery enough for our Liz? Like fuck it was. On a whim Nellie did what any self-respecting 25 year old woman in the 1800s would do - she emulated Jules Verne’s Around the World in Eighty Days, and did it in 72.
• Millions followed her journey, and its appeal to a semi-literate populace resulted in greatly increased newspaper readership. So while travelling the entire globe (IN THE 1800s, AS A WOMAN) by ship, train, burro and balloon, she helped the world to read.
• Having essentially conquered the entire goddamn universe before hitting 30, Nellie retired, and wed 72 year old industrialist Robert Seaman. Their marriage was a happy one, and after his death she took over Iron Clad Manufacturing Co.
• But Lizzie was a writer, what would she know about the metal industry? Well, she INVENTED the steel barrel that became the model for the widely used 55-gallon drum and turned her inherited businesses into multimillion-dollar companies, so apparently a fuck ton.
• Furthermore, she set a precedent for working conditions, ensuring her workers had good pay, gymnasiums, staffed libraries, and health care, all completely unheard of at the time, while still writing to further the plight of the Suffragette movement.
• Nellie may have died age 58 of pneumonia, but HBICs live on forever.

OK. Yes. I AM PASSIONATELY IN LOVE.

Just got two of her books for the Kindle - thanks for the tipoff.

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Does this look to you like a president who “lost jobs”, or like a president who inherited an economy in free fall?

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“Even worse than a friendzone”

I’m getting sick of the term friendzone.

Me too. And, more than that, I’m sick of the people using it.

Women are told almost constantly—by the media, the government, and the overall attitude of society—that our bodies don’t fucking belong to us. The mythical friendzone is just another way for misogynists to enforce that idea while getting to play the victim.

It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.

But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.

And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.

^Reblogging for the commentary.
Seriously guys, using the term “friend zone” as a negative is really insulting.  As delacroix pointed out, it’s nearly always applied when a girl rejects a guy. It’s like saying that a woman’s friendship is worth nothing, like she is worthless because she’s not having sex with them. Stop vilifying the women who turn you down, and move on.

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And stop pretending you’re her friend if the only reason you’re “friends” with her is because you want to get her into bed. That’s fucked up and all it tells me is that you have no respect for her as a person because you place no value on the friendship you have.

Oh, and if you’re only being “friendly” with me because you want to get into my pants, news flash:

Get over yourself and learn to value women as people and friends instead of romantic/sexual objects that you, for some idiotic reason, feel entitled to, or don’t bother even trying to talk to me. I’m not about to waste my time on you if you’re just going to turn around and play the victim or call me a bitch just because I don’t love you the way you want me to.

Also I can’t help but notice that the majority of the “Nice Guy” stories I hear involve the guy doing everything he can to be there for the girl, like a good friend should, but expecting more without ever bothering to voice his feelings. Yet somehow, it’s her fault for accepting the support of someone she thinks is her friend without realizing he’s trying to be more than that?

I’m really running out of fucks to give about Nice Guys and their constant whining.

All this beautiful commentary. I approve.

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All of this forever.

Baaww to the OP of this.  You think being equated with Friends and Family is so BENEATH getting laid?  REALLY?  Fuck you.  I bet your HAND doesn’t even consider you a friend.

Welp, I don’t have a lot to add other than yeeeeep. This is why I ALL kinds of alarm bells go off in my head when guys use terms like ~friendzone~ or call themselves Nice Guys. Nope. Do not want.

 ^^All of that.

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