I’m late to the game on this piece, I know. (I’ve been too busy hating men and not shaving my legs, you see.)

Highlights for me: Catholicism (it and I were on shaky ground anyway but feminism blew it right out of the water); television (yeah, really, all of it); and dancing on bars (mind, you, there’s probably a plausible health and safety issue there anyway).

On the guardian by Emer O’Toole:

Becoming a feminist is a little like losing your virginity: what at first manifests as a disappointing set of revelations about the world is often the beginning of meaningful new experiences and deep kinds of fulfilment. In my experience, feminist metamorphosis happens in a number of predictable stages, which one might adumbrate as follows:

1 The scales patriarchy so painstakingly glued to your eyeballs fall away.

2 It burns! It burns! There follows a searingly painful period during which all you can see is gender inequality and sexism, where once there was meritocracy and cheeky banter. You feel powerless. You can’t shut up about it. No one invites you to dinner parties.

3 You find people who do not want you to shut up about it. They are called other feminists. Together, you strategise, organise and improve things. You believe in the possibility of equality again. You’re part of a righteous movement that’s changing the world. The parties are awesome! Yeah!

But let’s be honest with each other: do you ever secretly long for the eye-scales to be momentarily restored? Do you – sometimes – wish you could watch Pretty Woman without trying to ascertain its implied stance on sex workers’ rights? Are there things you used to like that feminism, frankly, has ruined for you? Of course there are. Today, I’m going to take a moment to mourn 10 of mine.

The list: The Guardian.

Emer O’Toole is assistant professor of Irish performance studies at the School of Canadian Irish Studies, Concordia University. She tweets at @Emer_OToole

(Orig. posted on feimineach.com)

So in Australia

Aboriginal Australians get handouts. Like, more money from the government if they’re unemployed, health care benefits (because their life expectancy is lower than whities by a decade), special scholarships and stuff like that.
You get these things if you have a parent that’s Aboriginal, or your grandparents…you get these handouts even if you’re only 1/14th Aboriginal.

My questions are:
1. How do Aboriginal Australians feel about “white” Aboriginals (Australians who are 1/14th Aboriginal) getting freebies and handouts?
2. How do white Australians feel about 1/14th Aboriginals getting freebies and handouts?

anonymous asked:

What's the point of life? I am so unhappy with myself and it's making it very hard to love others.

I spent 2 days trying to answer this normally. I wrote logical answers. I wrote stereotypical answers. I wrote safe answers. But I hated all of them. So I wrote this instead:

We are organic beings made up of bones and muscles and water and a brain and some other stuff.

The hard sciences tell us we have a number of purposes for life: we are here to reproduce; we are here to continue our evolution and further our species; we are here because we are a higher form of being that has developed a type of higher thought and out-survived our competition.

All the world religions have their own reasons for being: we are here because we were created to exist and live now; we are here to be good to one another and live good and moral lives; we are here because it was meant to be.

Regardless of which reason you think is most accurate, none of them explain how you are supposed to be happy.

So what do I think is the point of life?

I think we are a very selfish species who thinks far too individualistically. We have developed higher thought and are able to be self aware, but we seem to take that to mean we can only be aware of ourselves.

We are just one species out of millions, on one planet out of billions.

Think about that for a moment. There is so, so much more out there. There is more than what is in your city, or in your country, or on this Earth.

Our lives, our generation, our species’ existence, is just a small marker on the massive timeline of the universe. The point of life in general is far bigger than us and more than we can comprehend.

So what is the point of our individual lives?

I think we just need to be happy with whatever it is we are doing, and forget the rest. Find the thing you love more than anything else, and do it until you die. Chase your passions hungrily. Demand what you want out of life and don’t waste time doing something you hate.

Your life could be over at any moment. And even if you live to be 100 and die of old age, you’ve lived for 100 years out of billions. Living safe simply doesn’t make sense.

Somehow, it was decided that you were meant to be alive here and now.

Now do something with it.

Canadian university offers sociology class on Cristiano Ronaldo

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Spending a semester studying Cristiano Ronaldo sounds like a great idea.

The University of British Columbia - Okanagan Campus is offering a sociology course on the Ballon d’Or winner.

Despite it sounding like a fun elective, the course takes a serious look at Ronaldo and uses him as a case study of global superstardom.

We assume watching Real Madrid matches count as extra credit.

We see the universe the way it is because we exist.

Stephen Hawking, A Brief History of Time

In the last few months, I have been reading and watching a lot on space and the history of our universe. I am not smart enough to understand all the science behind some of the topics, but I am finding new inspirations and ways of thinking about things. Mainly, how small and insignificant we really are, and that maybe some of the things we think are important, are maybe not all that important after all.