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Knitting youtuber: I like to knit for 25 minute long blocks at most at a time with a 5 minute break within each so I do not get injuries.
Me who did a 14 hour marathon on the weekend with a team of 7 spinners and knitters to shear a sheep and knit a man's jumper in as short a possible time:
Here's the jumper by the way. 14 hours earlier it was on a sheep.
We came second out of the three teams competing.
Extreme sports are WILD huh
Knitting youtuber: I like to knit for 25 minute long blocks at most at a time with a 5 minute break within each so I do not get injuries.
Me who did a 14 hour marathon on the weekend with a team of 7 spinners and knitters to shear a sheep and knit a man's jumper in as short a possible time:
Here's the jumper by the way. 14 hours earlier it was on a sheep.
We came second out of the three teams competing.
Extreme sports are WILD huh
I was punched and pepper sprayed by cops that my university administration set on student protesters yesterday. Including once where a cop ripped my mask off my face, grabbed my jaw, and sprayed pepper sprayed straight into my mouth. The university sent out an alert in the middle of our protest canceling classes for the rest of the day, only citing “adverse conditions”. After protesters dispersed under threat of even more violence and three buses of riot police from all over the state with rubber bullets and bully sticks parked in front of one our school’s famous landmarks. I staggered over to a couple of friends who were watching on the sidelines. They gave me water and an apple and held a bag of ice on my very pepper spray irritated face. As they were walking me back to my dorm we ran into one of their roommates. She had taken cancelled classes as an opportunity to get crumbl cookie with her friends. Standing in front of her, happy in a floral blouse with her box of cookies, in my pepper spray and water soaked tshirt, keffiyeh sadly hanging off my shoulder, holding an ice pack to my mouth, felt like a slap in the face.
After putting my pepper spray soaked clothes, shoes, and keffiyeh in a plastic bag and taking an extraordinarily painful shower, a friend and I went for dinner just off campus. There we had a pot of green tea and ramen to soothe pepper sprayed throats. We got ice cream after (shared a cup with chocolate and raspberry pomegranate with strawberry pieces on top, it was very good). From our spot outside the ice cream place we watched a steady stream of groups of sorority girls in matching jeans shorts and blue bikini tops walking back to their apartments after some apparently raucous parties. The cognitive dissonance was insane. I really felt a little like I was going crazy.
Even this morning, waking up to the smeared sharpie of the National Lawyer’s Guild’s phone number on my arm, a black and blue chest from where a grown man straight up clocked me while I was held up by two other protesters in a wall, and a still sore throat and eyes from the pepper spray, life goes on like normal. I still have final papers to write and a math exam to review for.
I’m not sure I really have a point. But, this feeling only makes me want to fight harder for a free Palestine. So, fuck Israel for being an apartheid state and all of their crimes over the last 76 years. Fuck university administration for not disclosing their level of investment in Israel. Fuck university administration for not divesting from this genocide. Fuck Joe Biden for actively supporting this genocide. And fuck the police.
we ask that the defense not say "me when i lie" while the witness testifies
This was shared as a "bad" joke but I was so charmed by it I've been thinking about it for days.
look at my horses boy
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Happy Tuesday internet, today I got rejected for a job 24 minutes after applying and now I am going to take a nap.
An update! I sent a very carefully worded email to the recruiter (note this is an internal job posting which def factors into the dynamic) and spouted some corporate-ese about how I was puzzled by this rejection as it's in the same job family as my current job, and asked for feedback so I can take it forward and incorporate it into my "growth plan" (blech)
That afternoon the recruiter got back to me and offered to review my resume with the hiring manager and get back to me with feedback by the end of the week.
Today, she reached out and said the hiring manager would be "scheduling some time to talk" and a half hour later I got a meeting invite for a job interview next week.
Now, I don't know if I was initially rejected by The Algorithm or if my resume was just skimmed and tossed aside because of regular ol human nonsense, but here's the lesson learned: advocate for yourself once in a while. Be the squeaky wheel.
This isn't a one on one social situation where a friend says no and you respect their boundaries. You are being churned through a massive machine that'll crush you without slowing down if you let it. Push back, ask why, and ask for it in writing. You don't have to be mulch. You can also make the wheels turn.
I'm adding to this again! I had my interview today and found out that the manager (who prefers to review resumes himself) was overwhelmed because they got nearly 400 applicants for this role, and the recruiter was helping him review resumes. So I literally just got lost in the shuffle.
Despite that, a polite check in was enough to put my name back on the radar, and I now have a second interview later this week. I've been informed I'm in their top 3 picks.
I have whiplash but also hot DAMN does this reinforce the importance of self advocacy at work.
To The Person In The Newspaper - Jordan Bolton
fun fact (not fun at all fact actually) :
aromanticism and asexuality are still treated as issues to be fixed in most therapy settings, at least in the western psychiatric institution. i cannot fucking mention my aromanticism or asexuality to a therapist or it’ll immediately become their primary concern and goal to fix. whether or not i have a partner/am trying to have a partner is actively being used as an indicator of my wellness, regardless of if i WANT one. i cannot have access to needed mental health ressources because of fear of conversion therapy. aro and/or ace conversion therapy is the norm in most psychiatric institutions and we are getting told by the rest of the queer community that our oppression isnt real and that there is no link between our struggles and theirs.
Unfortunately, this is the reality for many ace and aro people.
Although the websites aren't very extensive, Aro Recommended and Ace Recommended are two sites where you can find mental health professionals who are aromantic- and asexual-friendly.
The sites also have other ace- and aro-friendly professionals listed, such as medical doctors, religious leaders, and aro-owned businesses.
If you're aware of any professionals (especially doctors and therapists) who are ace- and/or aro-friendly, please feel free to submit recommendations! The recommendation forms can be found on the sites themselves.
The Choctaw-Irish Brotherhood(via)
I love stuff like this. Didn’t a tribe in Africa send America some cows after 9/11? Like this is holy and the most valuable thing we have. We hear your suffering and want to do anything in our power to help
It was not a potato famine. The famine didn’t happen because of the potato yeald failing. Ireland was actually producing more than enough food. However it was almost all land owned by Brittish landowners, who took all of the food out of the country to sell in UK. Potato was what the Irish farmers ate, because it was cheep and could be produced in worst parts of the land, where more profitable food couldn’t be grown. When there were no longer potatos, the decision for the farmers was to either starve and sent the food as rent to the landlords or loose their homes and then starve.
The Brittish goverment was unwilling to do anything for two reasons. First was the laissez-faire capitalistic ideology, that put the rights of property owners to make profits above human lives. Rent freeze was unthinkable and they even were unwilling to do proper relief efforts as free food would lower the cost of food. The second reason was distain for the Irish, and the thought that they were “breeding too much” and the famine was a natural way to trim down the population, aka genocidal reasoning.
This is why it’s important to stress it was not a potato famine. The potato blinght was all over Europe but only in Ireland there was a famine. The reasons behind it had nothing to do with potatos and everything to do with the Brittish.
Apparently what made Choctaw want to offer relief to Irish was the news about the Doolough Tragedy. Hundreds of starving people were gathered for inspection to verify they were entitled to recieve relief. The officials would for *some reason* not do that and instead left to a hunting lodge 19 kilometers away to spend the night and said to the starvqing people they would have to walk there by morning to be inspected. The weather conditions were terrible and many of them died completely needlessly during the walk thoroung day and night.
This apparently reminded the Choctaw of their own very recent (and much more explicit and bigger scale) experiences of ethnic clensing, where they were forcibly relocated. It was basically a death march and thousands of Choctaw died from the terrible conditions also completely needlessly.
In 2015 a memorial named Kindred Spirits was installed in Southern Ireland to commemorate the Chactow donation.
Fatness: *literally connected to poverty to the point that so many poor and working class people are fat, and on top of that fat people even experience a wage gap and are not paid as much for the same work as their thin peers*
Society: Let's portray greed, capitalism, corporations, CEOs, and anyone with an ounce of power (especially power over the working class) as fat! :)
"Progressive" people: Fucking brilliant
It says a lot about society that a beach towel that actually fits me is labeled "oversized" on the packaging so that thin people can know which of a select few beach towels will make them feel all warm and cozy and small.
I already buy beach towels to dry myself off with because it's easier than looking for bath towels that fit me, so labeling a beach towel "oversized" because this world is made solely for thin people is just added cruelty. I've been using beach towels to dry myself off with even when I was in the low 200s weight range.
What's fucking wild is that 99.999999% of thin people are blissfully ignorant of what the world is like for fat people. They have no clue what it's like to have to check the weight capacity of a chair on a website before buying it or seeing everything that's the perfect size for you being labeled "oversized." They don't know what it's like not being able to find clothes that fit you at a regular store, thrift store, online store, or even those plus size stores that only go up to a 3XL and just resize thin people clothing.
They don't know what it's like being thankful to learn online that Plan B doesn't work for most fat people before you bought and assumed in a post-roe world that Plan B will be effective. They don't know what it's like to live in a world where everyone freely hates and discriminates against you without even having backlash from progressives and people who claim to support equality, because oppressing you is just accepted fact even to the people who fight for the rights of all of your other oppressed identities. They don't know what it's like to live in a world where hating you is so expected and normalized that it's ingrained into your own people to the point that you literally cannot trust that
anyone you meet
not a single person
who looks like you will share solidarity.
None.
Whenever a thin person suddenly becomes fat, that is the closest we have to a person realizing they've been living in the Matrix. The most intense epiphany you'll ever have is rapidly becoming fat and then seeing how this world changes for you almost overnight.
-Mod Worthy
amazing news for the bisexual community
"oscar isaac" "kristen stewart" "vampire" "thriller" "80s" ???? please














