Some women sexualize men’s muscles the way some men sexualize women’s boobs.
SOMEONE SAID IT
Yes, but no one is telling to cover them up because it’s indecent
LOCKED CHAINED AND FUCKING OWNED
not only that but women do not shout things like “nice fuckin guns, ya fine piece of dick” and “I’d like to rub oil all over your muscled body” at men on the street soo
8 hidden ways to burn calories
As autumn ushers in cooler temps, our thoughts turn from hot, sunny afternoons at the beach to crisp, humid-free days spent baking pies, raking leaves and watching football. But that doesn’t mean our fitness has to take a backseat to the flurry of fall activities. Believe it or not, you can still reap some calorie-burning rewards this season—you just need to know how. I know fall is at a closing but I figured I would post this anyways :D
Here are 8 hidden ways to burn calories, possibly enough to earn you an extra slice of that pie!
*All calorie counts based on a 140-pound person
1) Apple Picking
Nabbing some fresh McIntosh and Granny Smiths burns 191 calories an hour. Plus, you know what they say about the health benefits of these juicy fruits and keeping the doctor away!
2) Pumpkin Carving
Carving pumpkins is anything but scary when it can shed 127 calories an hour. And remember, when you’re done, don’t toss those seeds—they are chock-full of protein and essential fatty acids.
3) Touch Football
Instead of sitting on the couch rooting for your favorite team, how about heading outdoors and playing a friendly game of Two-Hand Touch? You can blast a whopping 509 calories in just one hour. Makes spending the rest of the day in front of the TV feel a lot less like a guilty pleasure.
4) Raking Leaves
Admittedly, this is not our favorite chore, but knowing that it can knock out 274 calories an hour makes it more gratifying. Run and jump in the piles of leaves when you’re done, and you’ll burn even more calories.
Yes, scooping flour and kneading dough can help you work off calories, too (pumpkin bread, anyone?). Just an hour of baking helps you ditch 127 calories.
6) Horseback Riding
Looking to add some giddy-up to your fitness routine? Saddling up and trotting around on one of our favorite animals for an hour can burn 255 calories—not to mention that it will work out muscles you probably didn’t even know you had.
7) Carrying and Stacking Wood
Just think of the workout potential here. Loading your garage or cellar with a supply of firewood torches 318 calories an hour. Your arms and shoulders will thank you in the morning.
8) Decorating for Fall
Carrying boxes down from the attic, moving around furniture and decorating for the new season can burn 382 calories an hour. Your house—and your body—will reap the rewards.
Am I the only one who hates seeing posts like this? For one, not everyone burns the same amount of calories so this is inaccurate. Secondly, our lives should not revolve around burning calories.
Go pick apples because it’s fun. Carve a pumpkin because it’s fun. Not because you burn xx amount of calories doing it.
It’s the curse of the teenage girl, isn’t it? Ridiculed at every corner. God forbid a teenage girl could have a passion for anything. God forbid a teenage girl could know what she wants.
It’s a fucking curse. You fall in love, it’s bullshit. You’re talented, it’s bullshit. You love something, bullshit. You care about something, bullshit. You destroy something bullshit. Something kills you, bullshit!
We’re all so trivial. Nothing we say has any weight, any precedence. Because we don’t know shit.
What do we like? Who cares. What do we love? Who fucking cares. We hate ourselves and we’re called dramatic and self-obsessed. We love ourselves and we’re called dramatic and self-obsessed. Since when was loving yourself a character flaw? Fuck. I think it’s astounding. Why wouldn’t you want to raise a generation of strong, proud girls? I know why, because you’re fucking scared, and you don’t even realise it. Somewhere, in the back of your head, past all the patriarchal bullshit, you know what we’re capable of. And don’t look at me like that, I know what the patriarchy is, and that’s exactly my fucking point. You underestimate us, you reduce us down to silly little girls.
In the back of your head, you’re scared for us to have voices, you don’t want us to have power. Because then, then we’ll speak up about the shit you put us through. And you know what? If you don’t educate us, if you refuse to educate us, we’ll educate ourselves.
I am so, so sick of this biased crazy bitch-teenager idea. Being passionate doesn’t make us crazy. And even if we are crazy, so fucking what? It’s you who made us like this.
You, who raised your daughter to keep her voice down. You, who taught her it’s better to be meek. You, who told her she just drunk too much, helped her throw out her ripped underwear, and never thought to ask questions. You, who told her sex was an obligation. And you, for telling her it’s a bargaining tool. Her desires aren’t natural. Don’t act, don’t speak. Repress, repress, repress. Repent, repent, repent. Be ashamed. Shut your mouth.
You shut it for her though.
Every lesson, every time you ignored her need, you plucked out another vocal chord. And you kept going and you kept teaching until her throat was empty, and you stole her words and threw her voice box down a fucking well so no one would ever hear her speak again. And you think we’re the crazy ones? You’re draining the life from you daughter so you can stick it in a glass vial and give it to your son in law.
You want us to be meek? You want us to be quiet. We’re fucking monsters. You made us, you’ve silenced us, and now we’re going to scream and scream until you notice.
"you have little boobs!" “wow you look really tired!" “you look sick" “you’re look mad" “i don’t like your outfit, you looked better in that other shirt" “your hair is really messy!" “wow you sure are eating a ton!" “did you just wake up?" “i liked your hair before you cut it!"