On December 6th, 1989, shortly before five ‘o’ clock and the end of classes before Christmas break, fourteen female engineering students were shot and killed at the École Polytechnique in Montreal, Quebec by a gunman who claimed he was “fighting feminism”.
The massacre stands as one of the most tragic hate crimes in Canadian history.
This is why you cant trust women, even when theyre mouth is closed theyre still lying to you
you do realize that this is really hurtful right?
i did not do this to show how i am ‘lying’ to men or anyone, it’s not about how you, as a man, should feel about it - it’s about myself.
to me your statement sounds as if the left side of this picture is something awful or horrible. and no, it’s not. it is my face - with and without makeup. and whether i chose to wear it or not is MY AND JUST MY decision. and when i do, i do it for myself - so that i feel good about myself - not for you.
OH MY GOD. Okay stop scrolling and look at me. My mother actually used this book. I am a victim of this piece of literary evil, and let me tell you, it has left me with some seriously deep scars. It got to the point that my brother and I couldn’t even laugh. Laughter was considered “foolishness” and we would literally be struck ten times for it if she heard it. Let me reiterate that.
We could not enjoy ourselves or even be happy without being beaten.
One of the “Christian” cult families introduced this to her and yes, it is basically condoning serious child abuse. I actually personally believe in corporal punishment and let me tell you, THIS IS NOT CORPORAL PUNISHMENT. It is heavy abuse and it’s evil, evil, evil. I’m going to go sign that petition, and so help me, if you know of someone using this book, call Child Protective services immediately. The children of that cult family are now actually being rehabilitated because they grew up like robots. It’s a sick fucking book, okay? Sick. Let’s get this thing banned before it ruins anymore lives.
I am the way I am today because of this hideous thing. I cry every time someone even gently reprimands me. I’m afraid of cutting up in public because I think someone is going to hit me. Worst of all: It taught me to tolerate abuse, that I deserved abuse, and that if someone abused me, I was clearly in the wrong. I can’t possibly begin to tell you how dangerous it has been for me. Thanks to people around me who were raised right, I am only now starting to learn to stand up for myself and that, no, I am not an idiot who deserves verbal, physical, emotional, or mental abuse. I am not just a child who will forever be subject to her power-hungry mother.
Most of all… Children are not animals. And really, who the fuck even treats an animal like that??? Please, if you reblog one thing from me, please let it be this. I don’t want anyone else to go through what I did.
what the fuck how did this get published
SIGNAL BOOSTING THE HELL OUT OF THIS.
This topic is extremely important to me, and nothing riles me more than people/media advocating abuse of children. This is a large grey area for many, but I want to highlight the fact that there is a HUGE difference between disciplining with a light spank or slap on the wrist in order to get a child’s attention to stop a wrong/dangerous behaviour and turning them towards their mistakes through other methods of discipline (i.e. time out, loss of privilege, whatever), and whipping/striking them with a switch multiple times in order to break them into submission, or dousing them in cold water.
And may I mention that I found the online print of this book and the passages give reason to use a switch because the child is exhibiting normal developmental behaviour like having the occasional temper tantrum? That’s normal; Beating a child is decidedly not.
You don’t treat children like this, you don’t rear children with “multiple licks” of a switch, children don’t learn to be good people through abuse, of ANY kind; you are only hurting them and teaching them you are someone to be feared and that they are helpless, and that the only way they can avoid this is to repress emotions, to monitor themselves to a point of depression and paranoia, or lash out tenfold on someone/something else.