Committee on Public Information

simply a method for the mass distribution of ideas (and pretty pictures). drop me a line


boyfriend criteria

  • fighter of the night man
  • champion of the sun
  • master of karate
  • and friendship for everyone

(Source: necroferret, via shmemson)

In 1975 Playboy Press published nude photographs of 10-year-old Brooke Shields. The photographer, who took them with parental consent, described his subject as ‘the first prepubescent sex symbol in the world’ and prints of his portraits soon became highly sought after and very expensive.

Ian O’Donnell & Claire Milner Child Pornography: Crime, Computers & Society 


(via femignome)

And when Brooke Shields turned 17 she sued the photographer(Garry Gross) to prevent him from circulating the pics again and FUCKING LOST. If you feel like burning shit down you are not alone.

(via grrlyman)

Don’t you EVER come near me with your shit about how Hugh Hefner is a feminist or believes in gay rights. The next person who drags that bullshit post across my dash is getting screamed at until their ears bleed. 

Hugh Hefner encourages and profits from pedophilia and rape culture (evidence at the link) and anyone who claims anything otherwise is just as bad as he is.

(via callingoutbigotry)

what. the. fuck.

(via youbestnotmiss)

Garry’s premise in creating them was simply to demonstrate his feeling that a little girl often projects an identifiable sensuality, into which she grows as she becomes a woman.

(via youbestnotmiss)

(via wretchedoftheearth)


Y’know people say shit about social media along the lines of ‘OMG no one cares what anyone had for breakfast’ and like.

I do? I care. I’m pretty sure a lot of people care. I want to hear that the people I care about are having delicious breakfasts or saw something odd at work or flirted with a cute barista. Or just any little thoughts they have that they feel are worth sharing.

I’ve always kind of assumed that’s how you’re supposed to feel about your friends.

(via wednypls)


fakeness is important here; the Heinleinian superman isn’t so much a fantasy - such men do exist, these self-sufficient hyper-individuals, but mostly because the ways they rely on others for support and encouragement are not visible to them. even in horrid libertarian tracts the dependence of men on women and the patriarchial family unit on society flits behind the eyes like a half-remembered nightmare, speaking itself only via negations or statements of human nature