@maya-why The primary objective of caste-based reservations is not for economic upliftment. That is simply a by-product and consequence. The primary goal of caste based reservation is to guarantee representation of the community that has been denied representation in the public field, has been denied basic human rights.

A poor Brahmin is hampered by economic disadvantage. A poor Dalit is hampered by economic and social disadvantages. A poor Brahmin student does not run the risk of being denied food, water and companionship by their peers. Even a rich Dalit student runs the risk of being ostracized and bullied far more than their upper caste peers. Dalits and STs face some of the highest suicide rates in India. Rohith Vemula, Dr Payal Tadvi, Darshan Solanki, these are not merely coincidences.

Also, your argument about reservations on the basis of economic background is moot because even today in India, the wealth distribution is determined by one's caste. Only 22.3% of upper caste Hindus hold over 40% of the country's wealth while 7.8 per cent of Hindu Scheduled Tribes own only 3.7 per cent. The share of wage labourers among SCs was 63% (2011-12 NSSO statistics). 32% of the casual labourers in the country are SCs when their total population share is 16%.

Caste IS linked to one's socioeconomic background. This is because caste has been weaponized to maintain the status quo by upper caste, landowning Hindus. SC households own merely 9.5% of the total land in India and the average land each SC household owned was half of that owned by 'other' households.

In other words, if you feel that caste based reservations are unjust, then remember that they exist because systematic, caste based discrimination still exists in the country. Maybe you don't see it because your privilege makes the discrimination invisible. But I promise you, it is there. If you want caste based reservations to end in India, then first fight for ending caste based discrimination in India.

[image description: screenshot of two replies by tumblr user maya-why. Trascript as follows: “Also, in regard to the reservations, I think basing it off of caste exclusively is inefficient, because there's people of other caste who need it more than people who get reserved seats. A better way would be to base it off of economic strength or general socio-economic status rather than the caste background. This would guarantee help to everyone in need rather than just people of a single community. 3/4

“Ultimately the goal must be to support and uplift each other and not to spread hate and vitriol against each other. We are the future generation and it is pointless to hate each other, we already live in a society that doesn't respect the youth, we don't have to become like them. 4/4″ End image description]

US SUICIDE PREVENTION HOTLINE IS CHANGING ITS NUMBER

Taking effect July 2022, the US Suicide Prevention Hotline will change from 800-273-8255 to the three digit code of 988. Especially with families and communities reeling from back to back tragedies, it is super important to share this information!

Repeat: Starting July 2022, the US Suicide Prevention Hotline will be 988

Important add-ons, though, as someone who’s done policy work on this: 

Uhm yeah I’ll add more stuff if I can think of anything.

Thank you for the added information. Reblog this version as well, folkz.

an important note: this post is from May of 2022. this change has already happened.

It should be illegal or something to sing “This Land Is Your Land” without the secret verses

You took one of the greatest hobo anthems ever written and turned it patriotic. That’s basically a war crime.

Secret verses??!??

At the beginning:

As I went walking that endless bread line My landlord gave me a 2-week deadline And Labor Action ran a better headline: “This land was made for you and me!”

This land is their land, it isn’t our land From the plush apartments to the Cadillac car land From the Wall Street office to the Hollywood star land This land is not for you or me

So take your slogan and kindly stow it If this was our land, you’d never know it So let’s get together and overthrow it ‘Cause this land was made for you and me

And then in the middle:

As I went walking, I saw a signpost And the sign said “No Trespassing!” But on the backside, it didn’t say nuthin ‘Cause that side was made for you and me

Holy shit.

American folk singer Woody Guthrie, who wrote other songs such as Tear The Fascists Down, All You Fascists Bound To Lose, Miss Pavlichenko, and like 6 tributes to Sacco and Vanzetti, was what you might call a “communist”

He also wrote a scathing song about Fred Trump’s asshole landlord behaviour

Yeah, that Fred Trump

Hi everyone! We're excited to give you our next fic gift challenge! After the Secret Solstice at the end of last year gave us a bit of a nightmare pairing more people than we'd bargained on from qualitative descriptions, we've decided to make things easier for ourselves by creating a more detailed form. It takes a bit longer to fill in, but gives us really solid, quantitative data for pairing writers and readers.

(Yes, @animanightmate is a data nerd.)

So go to this form and fill out your details by 11-Jun-23, we'll assign your reader and writer by 18-Jun-23 (and we'll let you know if we need to move that), and you'll have until 24th July to finish and publish your piece.

Why that date? Well, it's Alexandre Dumas's birthday and since we can't make him the kind of epic, 40-egg cake he'd make himself, we'll honour him with words instead!

Rules of participation:

It's true. I really am.

idk when we decided that explaining yourself shouldn't be part of an apology but like. if someone was a dick to me and apologizes but I still don't understand why they did it I'm not gonna feel any better

"Sorry for hurting your feelings earlier. I was trying to say x, but I guess it came across wrong. I don't think you're stupid."

or

"Sorry I snapped at you. I didn't get enough sleep last night so my patience is a little low today."

is a better apology than

"I want you to know that I am sorry that my actions offended you. I take full accountability for my actions and I am listening and learning. I hear you."

Yeah, I almost always ask "What for?" if it's not made clear, because I need to know it's actually real and not someone attempting a get-out-of-trouble manoeuvre.

So I want to write a book. Thing is, it takes place in an alternate history of the Wild West where there’s dinosaurs. As someone who did not grow up during the Wild West, nor grew up in the west in general, and have I ever grown up with dinosaurs, nor knows anyone who did, I need help of a certain kind.

I need the help of Native Americans who can help me with my story. I cant decide if it’ll be from the perspective of a non-native trying to learn/document the lives of natives and is very enthusiastic about their culture and beliefs and wants to share it with the world, or if it’s going to be various journal entries from people just experiencing every day life.

Either way, I would want to put in a good amount of indigenous culture in it.

If there are any Native Americans who would be open to letting me ask questions on what they believe would happen as well as questions about their culture, PLEASE dm me.

I literally know nothing about your culture and I don’t want to just make things up.

kindly, if you currently know nothing about the culture, you're just not equipped to write that story yet. you will need multiple years exposing yourself to people who live within the culture to pick up on any nuances and avoid hurtful, biased pitfalls. i would begin by reading as much as you can about specific indigenous nations near where you live and contacting their tribal council.

also like.... pause to ask yourself: why are you writing this story. vaguely knowing indigenous people are important because of political rhetoric doesn't mean you have the skills to respectfully and accurately write about them. we're talking about people here, not a theoretically important political concept. be respectful to the culture you're interested in. don't begin from a position of taking. if you're merely mining a culture for book material, you'll never truly learn anything about it. you're just assessing it for parts, you know?

anyway, i am going to give you reading recommendations. *water books = a story to read & stone books = history or theory

like, you don't even realize you're asking the equivalent of "I need anyone from europe to give me a cultural perspective on 19th century sicily"

Perfect.

If you're bored of your life, try starting to internally narrate it in the style of 19th century literary realism, with all the pointless rambling descriptions. Instead of it just being another bland repetitive day, start going into the unfathomably minute painstaking detail of how it is an unseasonally cool, stark grey tuesday morning with pearly white clouds looming listlessly overhead but without threat nor promise of rain. Passing the mail guy in the hallway and instead of not looking or thinking of him twice, start going into a full whole-paragraph-that-spans-half-the-page description of how your mail is usually delivered by this same remarkably nondescript man, perhaps somewhere between 25 and 30 years of age, of an average height and build, who walks with a vaguely loping gait with a slight lean to his left side, and always seems to have his lips slightly parted when he glances to you walking past, locking eyes for that quick and wordless courtesy nod of a greeting, with a slightly harrowed look in his eyes.

You cannot bore yourself with the vivid minute details of your life. You might even be less bored if you try.

Bold of you to assume that a) I don't do this already, b) I'm not dreading the pop quiz when the narration is over because I haven't been paying enough attention.

When it comes to general statements, one thing I've found useful is the law of inverses: If something stated as a general truth is valid, it must also make sense if you invert it.

Let's take the trite old "whatever doesn't kill you is only making you stronger". Sounds like bullshit, right? There's plenty of things you can name that haven't killed you but definitely aren't making you stronger. Getting up every morning to go to the job you hate. Visiting family. Living in an apartment that's growing mould. Plenty of things.

Now let's invert that statement: Whatever isn't making you stronger is killing you.

srsly tho this is absolutely a thing that dudes do all the f***ing time

like where if he knows a girl doesn’t necessarily want to give him a hug, he will trap her in this position in front of witnesses where she has 2 options- both of which are undesirable for her, while simultaneously desirable for him

if she doesn’t want to hug him, whatever she does, it will suck for her.

she can 1. say nah and be the fucking asshole in front of other ppl or 2. forsake her corporeal boundaries and allow unwanted intimate contact

it’s a f***ing trap

F***ing hate dudes forreal.

too many f***ing times ugh

Story time. One day I was on the MAX (basically a giant street car that goes all over the metro area) on my way to meet up with a few friends. I didn’t look at anyone, I didn’t speak to anyone, I just stood to the side on my phone making sure I wasn’t going to be late to my meeting. Out of no where, this guy comes up to me and starts to chat me up. Me, being who I am, am absolutely terrified to tell this guy to f*** off. He was at least half a foot taller than me, and was way too bulky for me to fight back. So I suck it up at humor him, say hello. Before introducing himself or asking me for my name, he asks me out on a date. Not wanting to piss him off I try to make light of the situation and I laugh, telling him that my boyfriend wouldn’t like the idea, but thank you for the offer. He just shrugs and says, “He doesn’t need to know.” At this point I’m scared out of my mind. There’s this guy who, after seeing me run two blocks to catch the train, comes up to me and has made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t going to leave without getting something out of me. I deny him a second time, saying, “I don’t even know you’re name. We’re strangers, I don’t know you.” He finally introduces himself and asks me for my phone number. I tell him I don’t give my number out to people I’ve just met and he says, “Fine, but at least take mine so we can meet up later.” So he watches me plug his number into my phone (which I deleted as soon as I knew I was safe and away from him) as we’re pulling up to my stop. I tell him I need to leave and switch trains and he tells me, “Oh, I’ll wait with you. I don’t have any plans, so I’m in no rush.” It’s important to note what at this point he had previously told me that he was late to a job interview, but he has all the time in the world because he still hasn’t gotten what he wanted from me; a yes. I get off of the train and he follows me, and waits at the platform with me for over ten minutes until my train arrives, asking me all sorts of personal questions about where I live and where I was going that day. As soon as the train pulls up he grabs for me and says, “Do I at least get a hug before you go?” I was terrified. I was embarrassed. This dude, who before even asking me for my name asks me out on a date and then continues to harass me after I tell him I have a boyfriend, asks me for a hug only fifteen minutes after meeting. People around us were staring at me, as if I was being rude for denying him, and every inch of me was mortified. I wanted to run, but I felt like if I had done that he would have chased after me and things would have gotten worse. So I did, and he squeezed me so tight I felt like I was going to burst. It took me a good ten seconds to get him to let go and I ran to the train car just as the doors were closing. He was trying to get me to miss my train so I would have to wait with him even longer. I would have been stuck there for over a half an hour until the next train came by, and the platform (aside from the few buses coming by) was now COMPLETELY EMPTY. He knew EXACTLY what he was doing and he knew EXACTLY how to get me alone with him. People, if you are in a situation like this do not feel obligated to give in. If someone is making you uncomfortable and asks to touch you in any way, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO SAY YES. Make excuses, be blunt, just straight up say ‘no’. If possible, go to someone else near by who you think can help you and ask them to help you. It’s important for guys to learn that they can’t get what they want just by asking over and over again. I got lucky. But not everyone does. Please, everyone, Be Safe.

SECOND STORY TIME

So I was on the transit bus alone one time. This was my first time riding, and so already I was PETRIFIED. I sit down, pull out my ipod, and begin to play some games. This guy sits down next to me, and begins trying to have a conversation. I don’t really respond, I don’t even look at him, just give half-hearted “mhm”s and “oh”s, as I don’t want to be rude if he was just striking up a friendly conversation. He then asks me on a date.

Now, as I stated before, I already was absolutely petrified. My heart stopped and I didn’t know how to answer. So I just didn’t. He didn’t let up and I could feel his eyes on me. I quietly stammer out a “no thanks” and my stop HAPPENS to be coming up, so I pull the string thing to let the driver know I want to stop there, and once we stop and the doors open I get up and he asks me, “Well, can I at least have a hug before you go if you won’t go on a date with me?” 

This makes me break. There are now people staring, as we are the only people standing up and not getting off… So I just start crying. Hell, I am bawling almost instantly. He looks so fucking freaked out and people are now getting up to come over and comfort me/question him. I don’t stop crying, and he keeps trying to comfort me by touching me, and people are yelling at him for that. 

AND THEN. AND. FUCKING. THEN. THE GOD DAMN BUS DRIVER. A VERY EASILY 6 FOOT BURLY MAN. COMES OVER TO US. PULLS THE GUY AWAY. AND KNEELS DOWN. HE THEN ASKS, IN THE MOST CALM VOICE, “Did you request the stop?” I very slowly and shakily nod, as I am still crying my eyes out. He then asks, “Do you want to get off?” I give a quiet “mhm” and nod once again, and he offers me his hand. I take it, he stands up, and he escorts me off the bus. He asks me questions such as where I was going next, if I was going to meet someone shortly, if I was going to transfer buses from there. He was very polite and waited for me to answer the entire time, and my friend (who I was going to be meeting there) showed up. He asked me if this was someone I knew, I said yes, and he said alright, have a good day. He then told me- and this is something stuck in my mind forever, so it is word for word-

“If some guy EVER starts harassing you like that again, do exactly what you did there. Cry. Cry and scream and have a temper tantrum. Not only will it throw him off, but it will get others to notice. They might not interfere, they might, but you will have gotten their attention and if you happen to go missing the next day the search for you will be a hell of a lot easier because everyone in that location will have seen you screaming and crying with a guy now very awkward with his actions. They will know. That is what my daughter did, and three days after she went missing she was back in my arms. I pray for you and every other person like you who has this done. You stay safe now, okay?” And after I began blubbering again, I nodded and he left.

So this is the second lesson for yall. If you can not have the courage to say no or make an excuse, cry. Let out those sobs and tears and cry your heart out. Because it is going to make people notice and make people aware.

Reblogging for that second story. This might save a life.

I just wanna note that bus drivers can be really amazing and good ones do look out for their riders.

Also, as an additional tip (in case you cannot cry on command or such), you can say, “No, because you’re creepy/creeping me out” and if he persists or tries to laugh it off, say “I do not want to be touched” and look at one of the strangers/persons that is watching.

It: 1. Gives them a sense of urgency in the situation, as the eye contact is a way to make them feel as though you are personally asking for their help and it is now their obligation to help. 2. Contains words so that if you’re in a public place but people aren’t necessarily watching, then they (as natural evesdroppers) can overhear the attention-grabbing words and then notice the situation. Note, this does NOT mean that they will come for help, but you might be able to look someone in the eye (as previously mentioned) or just get some people’s attention. 3. It shows that you have fight in you. As with rapists, those who are physically aggressive (ie. these huggers) choose women they see as an easy target. The moment you show them you are going/willing to fight them, they are less likely to continue. Sadly, this is not always the case, but every little bit helps.

Hopes this also helps, guys, and I’m so sad that this has to even be a post we need.

Dudes who follow me: 1) reblog this 2) don’t be the creepy guy who asks random women for hugs 3) be aware of your friends or random creepy dudes and call them out if they act gross towards girls/womem

Ok, I wasn’t going to comment about this, because there was no way of doing it without talking about a part of my life I really didn’t want to. But fuck that, there be young girls out there who need a hand.

So I used to be hot when I was young. I mean, model hot, because I actually used to model. Even now, I’ve let myself go on purpose because I was tired of the harassment. But I fit a UK size 6 with a pert ass from volleyball and a cup c breast. As you can imagine, I couldn’t wear anything or go ANYWHERE without being harassed. I sometimes even happened in church.

Anyway, I’m not a shrinking lily, and when I get angry enough I can do some crazy shit. So here are some of my coping mechanisms:

1) find a matronly looking lady, run up to her with ‘aunt may! I haven’t seen you in ages! ’ then whisper ‘please help he’s harassing me!’. 99.9 times out of 100, she will be scandalised and help you anyway even if she’s annoyed or in a hurry. If no older lady is available, find a younger one, or a nun, or a trans lady. We of the sisterhood know what it is to be harnessed, and I guarantee if you look frightened enough, they will help.

2) If you are out alone at night, and someone is following you, spot a house or apartment where the lights are on and knock, asking ‘mum’ or ‘dad’ or ‘john’ to let you in. Even if the people inside are annoyed, odds are they won’t turn you away, and you can phone someone to pick you up, or phone the police from a safe space

3) Make noise. Cry and scream loudly, call them out ‘i don’t know you and you are terrifying me! Please get away from me!’ if there are people around. Even if they don’t help directly for fear of their own safety, someone around you is calling security or 911.

4) speak a foreign language. If you know it, speak the language to them fast and incessantly, like you have just met someone you knew and you’re just giving the best performance rant of why your OTP is the best OTP. Make yourself ANNOYING. Think about what would be awkward and annoying to you and make it what you do to them. If you make them think YOU are something to get away from they will leave you in peace.

Now beware, the following ones are the CRAZY ones and may not always work. But they are a valid last resort:

5) stare at them. Stare at them like you’re hungry and they are a hapless deer you’re going to tear to pieces. Like yours the girl from the ring emerging from the TV to kill them. Don’t smile, don’t change your expression. DON’T BLINK. Hold their state like you’re Wednesday Adams about to do unspeakable things to a spider, and they are the spider. Even the most courageous of stalkers balk at this, but if they don’t…

6) Use the Hannibal Lector. After staring at them for and extended period of time (imagine all the things that have made you scared, imagine you could get revenge on them for putting you here, that’s the thought you need to have), if they are getting closer to you, whisper something like ‘i would fry your liver in garlic’. Even the hardiest ones will be taken aback, but keep it up while making sure you don’t let the others hear you. Things like, occult star readings requiring blood, wondering whether he is the offering the spirits sent. If you’re on this site you’ve read some weird shit at least once. Tell him that. Tell him you would like him to meet your lord, Vlad the Impaler, who requires much blood to be appeased. Be a stereotypical ‘crazy bitch’ like they see in the movies. Believe it or not, this has worked for me twice.

Above all, banish the notion that you have to be polite.

They were impolite by approaching you. If you can, ignore them. If you are not alone, pointedly put headphones in your ear, and don’t make eye contact, wait for them to realise that ‘youre a bitch anyway’ and move away. If you are alone, evade and find places and ways to fix that as soon as POSSIBLE.

And if all else fails, summon Satan.

Something I have learned at work:

Never underestimate the power of a good “EXCUSE me????”

Legit. It makes people STOP IN THEIR TRACKS. This is the one I whip out when people start swearing at me over the headset and always, without fail, they stop what they’re saying, shocked.

Go for offended, and go for loud. Not yelling loud, but giving-your-best-presentation loud. “EXCUSE me??? You approached me two minutes ago, I don’t even know your name, and you want WHAT? Creep.”

For one, the presentation will shock them. For another, that indignant tone? EVERYONE AROUND YOU IS GOING TO WANT TO LISTEN TO THIS JUICY SHIT.

Now the second key here is, DON’T LET HIM JADE (justify, argue, defend, explain). He smiles and goes “I just wanted–” FUCKING INTERRUPT HIM. Firmly. Irritably. “I heard what you wanted, and I’ve already declined once. Maybe you should go back to kindergarten where they teach you no means no.” Run right over the fucker. He’s not respecting your words, you don’t need to respect his.

A further note: if you’re an iPhone user, you can use Siri to call 911. (I know Android has a similar function, but I don’t know what it is–play with your AI and find out.) If you’re in a secluded area, this works well; I used to walk home from work at 2am and had to do it twice. Make eye contact with your harasser, activate Siri, and loudly, firmly say “Siri, call 911.” Siri will immediately reply “calling emergency services.” (It actually takes five seconds to activate, but there’s a Call Now button if you need it.) Almost ALWAYS the person harassing you would rather take off than wait for you to get a dispatcher on the line.

As they say on the podcast, My Favorite Murder:

Fuck Politeness.

Some of India's top wrestlers [have been] demanding the arrest of their federation chief and BJP MP Brij Bhushan Sharan Singh over sexual harassment allegations [...] The wrestlers had been camping in New Delhi's Jantar Mantar since April 23 demanding action against Brij Bhushan Sharan Singh [...] Sakshi Malik, Vinesh Phogat, and Bajrang Punia, who have been at the centre of the renewed protest against Singh, announced earlier today that they, along with other protesting grapplers, will hurl their medals into the holy river [...] "These medals are our life and soul. We are going to throw them in the Ganges. After that there is no point of living, so we will sit on a hunger strike until death at India Gate," she said in the statement written in Hindi [...] were removed by the Delhi Police from their Jantar Mantar protest site on Sunday.

The Delhi Police have filed cases against the protesting wrestlers who were trying to march to parliament on Sunday to protest against BJP MP and Wrestling Federation of India chief Brij Bhushan Sharan Singh [...] The police used brutal force against the wrestlers on Sunday (May 28), detaining them and their supporters in Delhi and in adjoining states [...] about 700 wrestlers were detained by the Delhi Police. While the wrestlers were being detained and subjected to police action, Brij Bhushan Sharan Singh was attending the inauguration of the new parliament building presided over by Prime Minister Narendra Modi.

The same Delhi Police which has been accused of acting slowly in the two FIRs filed against Singh – including one under the POCSO Act for sexually harassing a minor – was seen acting swiftly to ensure the wrestlers and their supporters were unable to hold their planned ‘Mahila Samman Panchayat’ outside the parliament building.

This is utterly shameful.

The significance of this protest and the ones spearheading this movement might be a little lost to non-Indians on Tumblr, but just to put it in perspective: the three wrestlers who are backing up the victims and are at the forefront of this movement are not just anyone, they are somewhat of a superstar back in India. Think about the gymnast, Simon Biles.

This is Sakshi Malik. She won a bronze in the 2016 Rio Olympics, becoming the first female wrestler from India to win an Olympic medal. She also won the gold in the 2022 Birmingham Commonwealth Games

This is Vinesh Phogat. She is the first female Indian wrestler to win gold in both Commonwealth and Asian Games

This is Bajrang Punia. He won the bronze in the 2020 Tokyo Olympics and the gold in the 2022 Birmingham Commonwealth.

Sexual abuse cases in sports is under-reported anyway. The seven women, one of whom is a minor, gathered the courage to come forward and the top wrestlers of India are using their platform to bring national attention to this issue.

While, the protesting wrestlers are detained and have cases filed against them within hours, the primary accused roams freely.

Using tumblr is like living in a low class apartment building. You just get used to the landlord not fixing things, and then someone new moves in and you’re helpfully like “oh yeah don’t drink the tap water, it’s got stuff in it that makes you sick” and then your neighbor you’ve had forever goes “oh they took the stuff out actually” and you’re like “what? when was this?”

“like two years ago”

“you mean i could’ve been drinking the tap water all this time?”

“yeah. they gave us individual mailboxes too finally, you don’t have to dig through the communal bin anymore”

“are you for real right now?? i just redirected my mail, i didnt know”

and the new tennant is like “why did you guys even live here if it was so bad”

“we like it.”

“I kinda miss the communal mail bin tho”

“the perpetually naked guy got evicted though”

“i know, so sad. he was really gross”

“i mean, his cousin streaks through the commons sometimes and knocks on all the doors”

“oh yeah, hate that guy”

New Person: I just saw this weird guy in the lobby in a really creepy anthropomorphic Pikachu costume??????

Old Resident: yeah we have no idea where that guy came from. We’ve left messages with maintenance ‘bout ‘im but-

Other Old Resident: just don’t make eye contact and you should be fine.

“what are these strange markings in the paint?”

“Oh! Thats from the crab infestation!”

“The crab infestation?! Wow, glad they got that under control before I moved in.”

“Oh, no no, it was an intentional infestation.”

“Uh….”

“Yeah, we’re hoping they bring the crabs back next year. A lot of us made friends with those crabs.”

No, I’m not joking, he doesnt just look like him, I swear to God neil gaiman lives across the hall.

The apartment building throws holiday parties but not typical parties like for Christmas or Valentine’s day

Knives are decorating the walls for the Ides Of March.

There’s a community movie night held on October 3rd where tenants choose to watch either Mean Girls or binge watch all of Fullmetal Alchemist.

Every single apartment opens their windows and blasts Earth, Wind, and Fire on the 21st of September

November 5th rolls around and the entire building just erupts into inexplicable chaos

“What’s with the floor?”

“Color theory. Don’t worry about it.”

“Why is the cemetery across the street partially dug up?”

“Ah, yeah, there was a problem with grave robbing witches a while back.”

“Why do you do [totally normal thing] this way?” “Oh, [totally confusing and illogical system] is how we’ve always done it. “You think we call it a Hellsite for fun?”

i just want to say that dental dam is a fucking awful term. who the fuck wants to go down on someone and think “this is like being a pussy dentist”. in iceland we call them töfrateppi which means magic carpet and is so much better. thanks for coming to my ted talk

"Euw, no, I couldn't POSSIBLY go on tumblr!" says a Facebook user whose output is 70% reposting unattributed, unlinked screenshots of tumblr content with no image descriptions that have been popularised by other people.

In the meantime, tumblr does the same with Twitter screenshots.

(While Twitter itself recycles some of the most toxic tropes known to mankind.)

🎶It's the circle of life.🎶

It's becoming ever more inception-like – I just saw someone post, on a Facebook group, a series of screenshots of a Buzzfeed article consisting of a series of screenshots of tumblr posts.

Just. Post. The fucking. Link!

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A short comic I made about my experiences as a seasonal worker, and the way places change you.

Look, this is probably going to end up as an unpopular post, because God knows the level of brainrot capitalism and fast consumption caused in people's brains, but I'd rather not get TV shows for a while if it means writers get their rights defended and recognized.

Entertainment can't come at the cost of fair pay, healthy work environment and ethical practices.

a quick word about the writers guild strike, for those of you who currently AREN'T guild members but would like to be one day: the WGA has always strongly enforced its right to ban from future membership any non-member who crosses the picket line and engages in scab writing, aka writing for any of the struck companies during the WGA strike.

so if you're seeing job openings for screenwriters at places like netflix, amazon, paramount, etc and you're thinking "hey, maybe i'll apply and get my foot in the door," just know that you WILL be scabbing and you WILL be barred from ever obtaining WGA membership. permanently.

learn more about the strike on the WGA contract site.