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Posts tagged professional badass

Sep 14 '14

Kusukazu UraguchiShima no Ama” (Ama Diver Women of Japan)

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Jul 11 '14
resized:

youre-bey0nd-beautiful:

angrymuslimah:

"Gulabi Gang" is a gang of women in India who track down and beat abusive husbands with brooms.

this is too thug not to reblog

That’s not all they do - they’ve got more information on their website. 
What else they do that is awesome:
Stop child marriages
Persuade families to educate girl-child
Train women in self-defense
Oppose corruption in administration
Create awareness about the evils of dowry
Register FIRs against sex-offenders and abusive husbands
Publicly shame molesters
Encourage women to become financially independent

resized:

youre-bey0nd-beautiful:

angrymuslimah:

"Gulabi Gang" is a gang of women in India who track down and beat abusive husbands with brooms.

this is too thug not to reblog

That’s not all they do - they’ve got more information on their website

What else they do that is awesome:

  • Stop child marriages
  • Persuade families to educate girl-child
  • Train women in self-defense
  • Oppose corruption in administration
  • Create awareness about the evils of dowry
  • Register FIRs against sex-offenders and abusive husbands
  • Publicly shame molesters
  • Encourage women to become financially independent
Jun 24 '14

So I used to be a martial artist

eyctobiolojayy:

littlewendycat:

ladypanboner:

thecolourfreedom:

textuallyaroused:

I started going to the dojo when I was in sixth grade. It was a very masculine environment; there weren’t a lot of other girls there but the male senseis who ran the place were great guys and they genuinely loved having female students because we were such a rarity.

Now back in sixth grade I was tinier even than what I am now, and now I’m only 5’2. Then I was probably even under 5’0. I mean I was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to fight; I loved to be in the ring, I loved the adrenaline rush and I loved having punches hurled at me. It was fun for me. Our dojo did full-contact sparring, which was pretty brutal. These were the only rules:

  • you must wear a mouth guard and gloves
  • no hits below the belt

That’s pretty much it.

Anyway every Thursday was Fight Night, where all we did was spar each other. And on my First Night Sensei Diven—who has since passed, bless his soul—paired me up with this really cocky and assholish brown belt to show me the ropes a little. This brown belt kid was bigger than me by a lot; he must have been at least six feet and twice my weight. But man was I excited to get into the ring! I had a fight boiling in my blood.

Now, Sensei Diven was not a stupid man and he hated high-ranking kids that showed a bad attitude. This kid had a bad attitude. So he must have seen the evil gleam in my eye from a mile away and decided it was time for a little improvisation.

Anyway, Sensei yelled, “Start!” and I leapt into fight stance and the other kid didn’t even put his hands up. He was laughing at me, sneering, the whole nine yards. “I’ll give you a free one.” he joked, and he slapped his side. “You barely weigh 100 pounds and you’re a girl. So go ahead, little girl. Hit me.”

And I hit him. I cocked my leg up as high as it would go and roundhouse kicked him right in the ribs with all of my might and all of the contempt I felt for his stupid cocky face which was covered in ugly-ass freckles and his nasty-ass braces. And I heard a crack. Like a real snap! sound. And the kid has a look of surprise on his face like it was nobody’s business, and then he goes right to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls over from the group of black belts who are laughing their asses off at me, the tiny little white belt, sending my Goliath to the floor. I mean they’re laughing so hard they look like they’re about to pee themselves. They think it’s a game. And in his great booming voice he hollers:

“Brown Belt! Why are you on the floor? Do you not see this white belt has been assigned to fight you?”

And meanwhile he is just crying. I broke one of his ribs.

And Sensei Diven just squats down next to this poor kid and whispers, “Don’t you know that women are made of pain?”

I AM SCREAMING.

Such a badass.

oh my god best

“Don’t you know that women are made of pain?” might be one of the most powerful, accurate descriptions of women ive ever heard.

Jun 12 '14
tonightwedrinktomorrowweride:

Wheels On Fire . 

tonightwedrinktomorrowweride:

Wheels On Fire . 

May 31 '14

supernatasha:

 » Hey tumblr! I wanted to introduce you to one of my favorite women in history, a truly phenomenal and amazing person who was among the earliest Indian revolutionaries, an incredible Queen who cared deeply for her people, a fierce warrior, and a widowed mother. She’s truly an idol to look up to, a feminist heroine, and unfortunately often overlooked in history. Please reblog this so more people can know about her!

Mar 31 '14

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Mar 3 '14

jackanthfern:

locsgirl:

lalondes:

just in case people don’t know, the composer of frozen is bobby lopez, a renowned filipino-american songwriter, and if he wins best original song tonight then he will be the first man of colour in history to win an emmy, grammy, oscar, and tony

He won.

Yes HOE

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Feb 9 '14

hollybailey:

Kesh Angels: The Female Biker Gangs of Marrakesh (Photos by Hassan Hajjaj)

Feb 6 '14
ilianation:

macolon2:

The greatest Black History Month fact I’ve seen in a while.

VICENTE, por favor…VICENTE

ilianation:

macolon2:

The greatest Black History Month fact I’ve seen in a while.

VICENTE, por favor…VICENTE

Feb 1 '14
"I don’t like men whistling at women in the street, I think they deserve more respect… I like men to keep their distance from women, I like men to be stunned by an entrance. I like people to be afraid of the women I dress."
Alexander McQueen, Savage Beauty: A Tribute (via mendingending)