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Fifty Shades of Grey: Why We’re Not Cool With It And Why You Shouldn’t Be Either
Recently, the official trailer for the upcoming film based on the best-selling book Fifty Shades of Grey was released. One day and almost 7 million views later, the trailer, and the book-turned-movie in general, is the hot topic of conversation all across the nation.
Some people are raving about it.
"Can’t wait for Fifty Shades of Grey," said one Twitter user.



"Idk about you but I’m pumped for Fifty Shades of Grey and I don’t care who knows it…" read another. 
And finally, one girl tweeted, “I advise every boy to watch fifty shades of grey, not for the story line but for the skills Christian Grey carries.”
Wow.
And that’s the fan base of Fifty Shades of Grey. Then there’s other people, like us, who aren’t stoked at all because of what the story teaches and represents.



The mission of Fight the New Drug is to show people how harmful porn really is, in all of its forms. That being said, books and literature can most definitely be pornographic. Especially books like Fifty Shades of Grey that contain a high amount of highly explicit and graphic sexual content.



42% of male students and 20% of women said they regularly read romance novels, sexually explicit magazines, or regularly visited sexually explicit websites or chat rooms. Literature like Fifty Shades of Grey is referred to as erotica and can be just as harmful in warping ideas about sex and intimacy as pornographic videos and images are.

If you’re not totally familiar with Fifty Shades of Grey, here’s a quick rundown of why we are not cool with it. The storyline of the book, and now the upcoming big budget film, is entirely about a cold and sadistic millionaire and his seduction of a young, innocent girl into a world of sadomasochistic sexual perversion. Now, if you don’t know what sadomasochism is, (commonly referred to as S&M), that’s good. We’re glad. But to help you understand just how sick this story is, we’ll tell you. It’s basically extreme acts of violence and abuse for sexual pleasure. Gross right? Yeah.
Even worse, that IS the story. There’s really no plot. There’s really no big surprise or big ending. It is just an entire book, and soon an entire movie, about a controlling and domineering man and his sick sexual relationship with an unsuspecting girl.



That’s the story of the book/film. But even worse than what it’s about, is what it teaches. What Fifty Shades of Grey promotes and comes across as giving acceptance to is definitely not okay.
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It’s a popular opinion that the merit of any work, whether it be a book, painting, song, or film, relies on what it teaches. So in order to truly highlight Fifty Shades of Grey, we decided to come out with a nice little list of things that can be learned from this story.


1. If you’re good looking, rich, and successful, you can develop a violent sexual appetite and people will be okay with it.
Christian Grey, the main character in the book, is an incredibly wealthy and good looking guy. He has a mansion, flies around in a helicopter, and is the heartthrob of all the women he meets. Now, something tells us that if the main character was a slimy, homeless, ex-convict with a scraggly beard and missing teeth, people wouldn’t find this story arousing at all, but see it for the gross and deviant story that it is. Why are people so accepting of this dark and disturbing story just because the male character is supposed to be attractive and desirable?





2. Sex is completely for pleasure and all love/romance should be removed from the situation.
In the story, Christian makes women sign contracts that prevent them from ever speaking about what Christian does to them and completely gives him permission to do whatever he wants to them physically. Sound like a love story you want to read? Yeah, us neither.


3. Girls: If you hang around long enough and put up with a guy’s “issues”, eventually he might love you and change.
Anastasia, the main female character in the book, is a shy, reserved, and insecure student. She is even a virgin when she meets Christian. Throughout the book, Ana is exposed to his extremely deviant sexual desires and becomes the sole object of his desire. She is attracted to him and becomes charmed by all the lavish gifts that he provides her. She stays with him despite everything he does to her and becomes subject to his increasingly violent fantasies as he slowly guides her into accepting his disturbing behavior toward her. Fifty Shades of Grey teaches that girls are just helpless and fragile beings who will stick around for a man they find attractive. Would any of you girls stick around through all that? Didn’t think so.
4. Guys: You can do whatever you want to a girl and she’ll just take it.
Christian Grey is a womanizer and he uses his money and charm to keep Ana around and wanting to be with him. Despite the fact that he uses all sorts of disturbing methods to inflict pain on her for his own sick pleasure, nothing or no one stops him. Ana is still drawn to him and he is still drawn to her. He can do whatever he wants sexually to her and he knows that she will eventually be magnetized back to him. Any of you guys think it’s okay to treat a woman, or any other human being, like that? Didn’t think so.
5. If you put a lot of highly explicit sexual material into a story, people will make it a best seller and it will even be turned into a big budget Hollywood film.
Finally, we come back to the fact that this story was a best selling novel that is now being turned into a big budget Hollywood film. This beautiful and romantically heartwarming love story (*eye roll*) is the reason that millions and millions of dollars have been made by the author, publishing company, and now all the people associated with the film. Pretty hard to believe that a story entirely about a sadistic and violent sexual relationship has become so wildly popular.

So, we think it goes without saying that we will not be spending our leisure time reading about disturbing sexual fetishes or buying tickets to the Fifty Shades of Grey movie when it comes out.
We’re not cool with that. So we will keep Fighting against the twisted ideals and perceptions that pornographic material pushes into our society and we will be standing up for real love.
You with us?
If you are, share the image we made for this article! Save it and repost it to show people that you are not cool with Fifty Shades of Grey and what it teaches.



Porn destroys lives…
When a camper is pissing you off beyond belief camp-counsellor-problems:

When a camper is pissing you off beyond belief

When a fellow counsellor is freaking out in front of the kids camp-counsellor-problems:

When a fellow counsellor is freaking out in front of the kids

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The Internet: A Creative’s Best Friend & Worst Enemy
On August 17, 2011, I posted a typographic piece I created for one of my dear friends who was feeling a bit under the weather. This piece has the watermark of this blog, which I created and manage, it is hash tagged “personal work” and on my blog, it CLEARLY states, “All posts are sourced & personal designs created by me will be stated/tagged." The link to my professional Facebook page for my design work is also posted with the link.
While I was going through some of my old designs on my computer today, I stumbled upon this piece and decided to post it on my Pinterest profile, but of course, I wanted to place the original source of the blog URL from when I posted it. Being lazy, I went to Google and typed in A Cup of Tea Makes Everything Better. The first image that came up in Google Images was my work, but it wasn’t sourced from my blog. It was sourced from another Tumblr user that posted my image as their own, but that’s not even the problem.
As I continued to scroll down, I saw my work on a mug and after clicking on the image, I discovered that my work, was being sold on zazzle.com by a user named  somethingextra. This person, took my work, applied it to a mug, posted it on an online store and is currently selling it for $15.95. This coffee mug has 2,684 reviews and in the product details it reads “Your favorite photo or funniest saying is a great way to start the day. Use our white mug to showcase your creativity. It has a large handle that’s easy to hold and comes in 11oz and 15oz sizes. Dishwasher and microwave safe. Makes a great gift!" Along with the mug, this user applied my work to tee shirts, aprons, bags and other forms of apparel. 
Over the years, I’ve read stories of artists’ work being stolen and posted online by someone else claiming it as their own. But it’s down right disgusting when you can take someone else’s work and make money off of it. In today’s day and age, many artists and designers rely on the internet to get their work out there and to gain exposure, but the down side to their good intensions is people like somethingextra who will heartlessly take our work and use it for their own personal gain.
I hope my experience will help other designers to take the proper precautions in protecting their work. Although it seems like there’s not much I can do at the moment about this matter, I’m going to take every step necessary to have this person’s online store shut down and I mostly likely won’t receive a dime from all the money this person’s made from my work, but I can take precautionary measures so that this doesn’t happen again.
Here’s the link to the original link to the piece on my blog 
And this is the link to the A Cup of Tea Makes Everything Better Coffee Mug

I hate this for you..
So I’m trying to come up with our camp theme to announce this week… churchcampproblems: and I’m looking at a list of my favorite movies. I come across The Devil Wears Prada, and I’m like, “Devil, I can work with that!” So I start thinking of things that rhyme with Prada… Prada… Nada… wait… The Devil wears nada… *dies laughing*

So I’m trying to come up with our camp theme to announce this week…

churchcampproblems:

and I’m looking at a list of my favorite movies.

I come across The Devil Wears Prada, and I’m like, “Devil, I can work with that!”

So I start thinking of things that rhyme with Prada…

Prada…

Nada…

wait…

The Devil wears nada…

*dies laughing*

1021girl:

snickerdoodlesandsausages:

enjolrasactual:

in-love-with-my-bed:

the-winchesters-creed:

ayellowstateofmind:

Imagine stabbing someone with this knife. 

It would instantly cauterize the would, so the person wouldn’t bleed, so it’s not very useful.

if you want information it is

and above, in order, we see a gryffindor, a ravenclaw, and a slytherin

why would you stab a PERSON when you can have TOAST?

There’s the hufflepuff
unperceptible: "how would you describe yourself" (Source: unperceptible, via tannercoleman)

unperceptible:

"how would you describe yourself"

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Anonymous said: i just recently had an abortion over the weekend and it was great that i had access to it, without it my boyfriend and i would of had to drop out of college and ruin our lives but apparently abortion is sooo wrong when its not even a baby, its a parasite made of cells that have no feelings that is leaving my body, people like you make me sick‏ alwaysabeautifullife: When I first read this post, I thought I would just delete it like the rest. I know your intentions were to cause me suffering, and if causing me suffering means you win, then I guess you have. To be honest, lying in this hospital bed, it is young women like you that I think about the most. I was once like you. I was once told that aborting my children was the answer to my life. I was once told that my boyfriend too would have to drop out of the University he attended, and I wouldn’t be able to attend the following year after I graduated from High School. The funny thing was, because of my son, my ex-boyfriend and I qualified for several grants and scholarships. In fact, I’m one of the few people I know that was able to go to school without taking out student loans. Which is probably why I’m a home owner at 26. I was once like you. “Its a clump of cells,” they told me. “Its a parasite,” they said. When scientifically speaking, that’s inaccurate. It is a fetus, or an unborn human being. I know a human becomes easier to kill once you label it something else. This is called dehumanization. You don’t need to dehumanize the unborn human being, you can just call it what it is; you aborted an underdeveloped human being. As I look into my sons eyes, I don’t see a parasite, or a clump of cells. I see a brown haired, fair skin, goofy 8 year old human being. I see a human being with the exact same body as the one they called a parasite when it was in my womb. His body grows a little more every year, and every year he gets stronger. “Mom, let me help you with that.” he says, as I struggle to carry bags into the house. “Mom, wait, I’ll get it for you,” he says, as he jumps in front of me to reach for the door to open it. His body is more developed, that’s for sure, but it it the same as it was when it was tiny and growing inside me. I was once like you. “It will ruin your life,” they said. “You’re a child yourself”, they said. That’s the strangest. As I lie in this hospital bed, at risk of death, I have no fear. I am 26 years old, and have absolutely nothing more that I could ask for to make me happier. If keeping my son ruined my life, then why do I have everything I want? Why am I so content with my short life, if it was ruined the day he was born? The love and happiness I have experienced in my short life, is enough to feel fulfilled, complete. My life is beautiful, and my children were the ones that made it that way. When I cry, my children burry their heads on my chest, wipe my tears with their tiny fingers. When I smile, they run to me, wrap their arms around me, lean back and giggle. What have they destroyed in my life besides all that was bitter, hateful and selfish? Besides all those awful parts of me they peeled away with their tenderness, and gentleness. I’m sorry that when you terminated your pregnancy, you felt nothing, and I’m afraid that is where we are different. I couldn’t bring myself to dehumanize the tiny human being inside my body, even though it was under developed, dependent and inconvenient. I felt. And I’m the one who feels for you now. I can feel the loss for your unborn human being. I know you assume I think I’m “better then you”. But it’s exactly the opposite. As I lay here in this bed, ready to give my life for the child inside of me right now, it isn’t just because its my child. It’s because it is a human being. I am willing to die for an underdeveloped, dependent and inconvenient human being, because that human is my equal. You are my equal, your child is my equal, and I don’t have it in me to view my life as more valuable then anyone else’s. I can’t use any reason to take an innocent human being, dehumanize it, and place it under me. And I don’t want to. I’m sorry that people like me make you sick, but I think if you really new me, you wouldn’t feel that way. Maybe if you knew me, you could see that my life is beautiful and wonderful just like yours, and just like every human being. I believe that your life is precious, and you were made for more love then you comprehend, and I’m so sorry you can’t see the value of life. Life is precious. It is a divine right, it is so precious that I would be willing to die if that is the cost for another to live. Months from now, I hope that you read this and I’m living with my new beautiful child, in my modest house, with the rest of my family, but if I’m not, I want you to remember that it made me happy to risk my life for another human being, and I would gladly do it even for someone who was sickened by me; I would even do it for you. Life is invaluable. True story!

Anonymous said: i just recently had an abortion over the weekend and it was great that i had access to it, without it my boyfriend and i would of had to drop out of college and ruin our lives but apparently abortion is sooo wrong when its not even a baby, its a parasite made of cells that have no feelings that is leaving my body, people like you make me sick‏

alwaysabeautifullife:

When I first read this post, I thought I would just delete it like the rest. I know your intentions were to cause me suffering, and if causing me suffering means you win, then I guess you have. To be honest, lying in this hospital bed, it is young women like you that I think about the most.

I was once like you. I was once told that aborting my children was the answer to my life. I was once told that my boyfriend too would have to drop out of the University he attended, and I wouldn’t be able to attend the following year after I graduated from High School. The funny thing was, because of my son, my ex-boyfriend and I qualified for several grants and scholarships. In fact, I’m one of the few people I know that was able to go to school without taking out student loans. Which is probably why I’m a home owner at 26.

I was once like you. “Its a clump of cells,” they told me. “Its a parasite,” they said. When scientifically speaking, that’s inaccurate. It is a fetus, or an unborn human being. I know a human becomes easier to kill once you label it something else. This is called dehumanization. You don’t need to dehumanize the unborn human being, you can just call it what it is; you aborted an underdeveloped human being.

As I look into my sons eyes, I don’t see a parasite, or a clump of cells. I see a brown haired, fair skin, goofy 8 year old human being. I see a human being with the exact same body as the one they called a parasite when it was in my womb. His body grows a little more every year, and every year he gets stronger. “Mom, let me help you with that.” he says, as I struggle to carry bags into the house. “Mom, wait, I’ll get it for you,” he says, as he jumps in front of me to reach for the door to open it. His body is more developed, that’s for sure, but it it the same as it was when it was tiny and growing inside me.

I was once like you. “It will ruin your life,” they said. “You’re a child yourself”, they said. That’s the strangest. As I lie in this hospital bed, at risk of death, I have no fear. I am 26 years old, and have absolutely nothing more that I could ask for to make me happier. If keeping my son ruined my life, then why do I have everything I want? Why am I so content with my short life, if it was ruined the day he was born? The love and happiness I have experienced in my short life, is enough to feel fulfilled, complete. My life is beautiful, and my children were the ones that made it that way.

When I cry, my children burry their heads on my chest, wipe my tears with their tiny fingers. When I smile, they run to me, wrap their arms around me, lean back and giggle. What have they destroyed in my life besides all that was bitter, hateful and selfish? Besides all those awful parts of me they peeled away with their tenderness, and gentleness.

I’m sorry that when you terminated your pregnancy, you felt nothing, and I’m afraid that is where we are different. I couldn’t bring myself to dehumanize the tiny human being inside my body, even though it was under developed, dependent and inconvenient. I felt. And I’m the one who feels for you now. I can feel the loss for your unborn human being.

I know you assume I think I’m “better then you”. But it’s exactly the opposite. As I lay here in this bed, ready to give my life for the child inside of me right now, it isn’t just because its my child. It’s because it is a human being. I am willing to die for an underdeveloped, dependent and inconvenient human being, because that human is my equal. You are my equal, your child is my equal, and I don’t have it in me to view my life as more valuable then anyone else’s. I can’t use any reason to take an innocent human being, dehumanize it, and place it under me. And I don’t want to.

I’m sorry that people like me make you sick, but I think if you really new me, you wouldn’t feel that way. Maybe if you knew me, you could see that my life is beautiful and wonderful just like yours, and just like every human being. I believe that your life is precious, and you were made for more love then you comprehend, and I’m so sorry you can’t see the value of life.

Life is precious. It is a divine right, it is so precious that I would be willing to die if that is the cost for another to live.

Months from now, I hope that you read this and I’m living with my new beautiful child, in my modest house, with the rest of my family, but if I’m not, I want you to remember that it made me happy to risk my life for another human being, and I would gladly do it even for someone who was sickened by me; I would even do it for you.

Life is invaluable.

True story!

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neptunain:

christmas is so much worse as you get older it’s like “what do you want this year?” “a sense of purpose”

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