Student from my school created this amazing time-lapse video of London. Best city in the whole world. 

The HD of that pierced my very soul, I’m telling you.

So up until the age of nine I lived in Russia, and to tell you the truth, I thank God every single day that I don’t have to live in that country any more. There are many reasons for this (corruption, poverty, pollution, and terrible infrastructure everywhere outside of Moscow and St Petersburg, to name but a few), but here’s the one that’s been bugging me the most.

I go back about once a year, and when I do, I’m with my dad 24/7 — it feels too unsafe to go out by myself, and not just because I don’t know the city that well, but also because Russia is one of the most hardcore gender role-supporting countries I’ve ever been to. You know the sort: women are for sex, decoration and housekeeping, whereas men are in charge of the “real world”. Anyway, I’ve counted and I’ve been out and about in Moscow without my dad (or without any adult male, for that matter) four times in my whole life; I’ve been approached by strange men in each and every single one of those. Here’s a rundown:

  1. Age 17, with dad and sister at shopping centre. I tell my dad I need to go to the toilet and he points it out to me, says they’ll wait. I go around the corner and a boy runs up to me, stands in my way right up in my face, and asks me where I live. I tell him “London” and he doesn’t believe me, tells me to “prove it”, and I flash him my UK passport. He says “shame, apologies then, have a nice day” and jogs back to his group of friends.
  2. Age 17, checking into a crappy little hotel for the night. It’s 2 in the morning. I go up to the sixth floor, get into my room, shut the door and collapse onto the bed. A minute later there’s a loud knock and I open the door and it’s some dude leaning against the doorframe, grinning at me. He says, “would you lovely lady like to join us and the lads back there for a couple of beers?” I tell him no thanks, it’s late — he asks again, and I’m kind of worried because the hotel is basically all empty. Anyway, I say no again but he doesn’t move so eventually I have to close the door in his face. 
  3. Age 18, it’s my first flight to Moscow by myself. The minute I step outside the airport, some 50-year-old bloke with a row of gold teeth blocks my path, grins at me and asks me where I’ve flown in from. I tell him London and he says “and what if I told you I wanted to marry you, huh?”. I smile politely and say no thank you. He then proceeds to offer me a lift home, ask me my address, ask me my name, offer me a lift home again, and then ask me why I said no to his marriage proposal — “is it because I’m old?”… I eventually made my excuses and went back and waited inside the airport. When I stepped out again 10 minutes later, he started making his way towards me, but thankfully stopped when he saw me getting into a car.
  4. Age 18, 30-year-old bloke comes up to me on the street and tells me that I’m so beautiful that he knows he’d regret not asking for my number. I tell him I don’t have a Russian phone number, and that I don’t even live in the country. He asks me for my VK name/link [Russian Facebook, basically] and I tell him I don’t have an account. He asks me where I’m staying and I tell him “oh, in the centre somewhere, but I’m leaving tomorrow” (a total lie, but I was kind of scared). He asks me for my email and I feel bad so I give it to him. He winks and saunters off. The weirdest thing was that as I walked away, I saw at least three women nearby looking at me with jealousy. I don’t know if it’s a Russian thing, but women here literally compare ‘tallies’ of how many strange men, usually a lot older than them, have come up to them and asked them where they live.

The weird thing is that I’m kind of scared to go out by myself when I’m in Moscow — in comparison, I’m never scared to go out by myself in London. It’s just got such a weird air about the place; everywhere you look you see very thin, very cheekboned, very young women in tiny dresses walking around with old, fat, bald men in designer suits… Everywhere. Girls and women spend so much time and money on weight loss, their hair, their clothes, it’s ridiculous. I’ve always felt particularly left out of this culture because I’m not naturally thin, and I’m not attractive by Russian standards in the slightest, which usually leads to me being completely ignored by Russian men (but not always: see above).

The weird thing is that now, whenever I don’t get approached on the street by strange men (which has never happened in England, btw), I feel like I’ve failed, and like I’m an ugly failure of a woman in general. It’s the weirdest thing. I know it’s great that I can walk around and do what I like without getting random men coming up in my face and/or randomly telling me what they think about my appearance, but it feels like an insult to me, even. And that’s pretty fucking disgusting, if I think about it.

I’m pretty sure this is what they mean when they talk about ‘deeply engrained sexism’; it’s become so deeply engrained that even I’m starting to think that sexual harassment (in any form, be it very mild like I’ve experienced it, or violent and extreme) is a compliment. It’s disgusting.

If I sent you non-explicit bod pics would you totally be into it? I'm your most secret lover btw. *winkwinkwink*

Are you trolling? I can never tell.

F Your ED saved my life.

These kinds of messages are exactly what I do it for. Thank you.



French speakers of Tumblr, could you please scan through this and tell me if it’s any good / if it sounds “French”, or just a bit clumsy?

Pour vous dire la vérité, je ne regarde plus la télé depuis presque un an. J’en ai marre des séries superficiels, j’ai réalisé qu’elles ne servent rien. Parfois je regarde des chaînes russes et français car je les trouve très utiles lorsqu’on apprend une nouvelle langue, pour qu’on puisse regarder un programme bouleversant et améliorer son compétences linguistiques en même temps.

Même si elle manque la liberté d’internet (c’est-à-dire qu’on peut regarde ou lire ce qu’on veut), elle peut aiguiser la curiosité ou déclencher le développement d’un esprit critique à l’endroit de la société. 

On peut presque dire que le media en général, que ce soit l’internet ou la télé ou les journaux, gouvernent nos pensées, parfois d’une façon subtile et effrayante. La télé nous présente des fausses images de soi, et ces images peuvent nuire notre estime de soi et notre bien-être.

En ce qui concerne la vie familiale, je pense que les parents doivent s’assurer que leurs enfants voient seulement les émissions bien choisis, parce qu’ils sont trop jeunes pour les choisir seuls. La variété de contenus est choquante; si j’avais les enfants, je rendrais interdit de regarder les émissions qui ont le contenu trop violent ou sexuel jusqu’a ils ont au moins onze, douze, treize ans peut-être. Si on parle de censure gouvernementale, je la trouve écœurante; tous les gens ont le droit d’avoir accès aux opinions divergentes. Sans elles, les téléspectateurs devient dépourvus de tout esprit critique.

J’aime le sens d’être le seul maître de mes choix, et en outré, les applications comme Google Maps ou National Rail m’aident quand je suis perdue dans un nouvel endroit. 

La télé-réalité ? Elle m’énerve ! Personnellement, j’en ai ral le bol de perdre mes temps en faisant quelque chose si inutile. Mais ceci dit(?), je comprends bien l’appel de/des(?) ces émissions; elles sont saisissantes, et c’est trop facile de(?) devenir accro.

The bits in bold I’m particularly unsure about. Any corrections or tips?

I’m just correcting some grammatical mistakes here : “séries superficielles”, “chaînes russes et françaises” (both feminine), then I guess you wanted to say “car” rather than “pour qu’on” (you tried to say something like a translation of “for”, didn’t you?), “ses compétences” (it’s a plural). Then you wanted to say “lack” for “manque” I guess but you should say “il” as a general thing (même s’il manque) rather than elle, it’s an infinitive for “regarder”. “à l’endroit” is right but it sounds very very very posh, I would have said “envers la société”. Media always takes an s in French and we always say “les médias”, we say “internet” and not “l’internet”, maybe use a comma here “internet, la télé ou les journaux” rather than repeating “or”. Nuire is always used as follow “nuire à quelque chose/ quelqu’un”. It’s “choisies” (plural and feminine, i know, French’s a bitch). “Si j’avais des enfants” (des is more general than les). Je rendrais interdit is almost correct (everybody would understand) but is sounds Frencher to say “J’interdirais”. “Les spectateurs deviennent” because plural. I do not understand “J’aime le sens” but maybe you were aiming for “j’aime le sentiment” ? Then it’s d “ces émissions”. Did you mean “stunning” by “saisissantes” ? Because if so, I would have said “captivantes” and “de devenir accro” is correct.

I know it sounds like a lot but 
1) the majority of this mistakes are non-audible (so if it’s an oral thing you can erase like 80% of them)
2) they are like really pointy things, I’m impressed with your fluency. I decided to correct them all because it won’t hurt.
3) It sounds sometimes a bit weird (like one or two sentences) but you will be understood in France and by everyone.

It’s overall impressive and you complain just enough to sound French <3

You are an angel, thank you so much, you have no idea how grateful I am. If I put up a few more paragraphs within the next day or two, could you possibly look those over as well? (They’ll be really short and really simple, about the importance of health/sport/holidays, something like that)


boys moaning is basically the hottest thing a guy can do besides give you neck kisses