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oh i can’t fucking believe this. the gods—they smote me. just smited me out of the blue. i’ve been smit. they gave me absolutely no warning before smating me. smoted my guts all over the place. with thunderbolts and everything. absolutely smurted me
Me on first day as the job interviewer: what are your greatest weaknesses. What are you weaknesses. What will make you break. Am i scaring you. What would you say is your greatest weakness. Aaaa! Anyway. Have you ever been attacked? What would you consider your greatest weakness.
me with a gigantic red blinking light on my chest: oh you know i think i can get tunnel visioned on a project sometimes
cishets are so great at mental gymnastics they simultaneously think we do it for attention and some sort of special queer privlage, while also being terrified of doing anything outside their gender roles because of how the people around them will treat them if they step out of line
@ every parent in the world: yes your kid is special because every child is special but they are not specialer than every other child so please be normal about them
Some parents have done what I can only describe as fandomize their child where they’ve taken the child and altered it in their mind to make a cooler version that fits their specific interests, and now sometimes I have to remind them of the canon material.
Man I hope they cancel standardized testing, any education professional can tell you it’s a bunch of useless horseshit that does nothing except make students and teachers miserable while utterly failing to accurately gauge understanding.
“why yall gotta make everything about race?”
because everything is about race. you just upset cause we’re talking about it.
MCR shirt circa 2005:
MCR shirt 2019:
I love it so much.
hold on i have to do something to this post but i’m at work
Apologies for the format and need to zoom, but I thought this response was wonderful
Image is a picture of page 42 from The Sunday Times in the UK (undated). The page is called Style Voice, and the segment is called Dear Dolly, subtitled: “your love, life and friendship dilemmas answered by Dolly Alderton.” At the bottom of the page, there is a note that says “To get your life dilemma answered by Dolly, email or send a voice note to deardolly@sundaytimes.co.uk or DM @theststyle.
Text of the segment reads:
[submission]
Dear Dolly,
I was already a little overweight, but things spiralled during lockdown. As a home-schooling, working-from-home single parent to two children, there was little time for contemplative yoga or solo mini-marathons around the park. After contracting the virus (it dragged on and on) and then not being able to leave our tiny flat much due to the lockdown, the only excitement of the day seemed to be a gin and tonic at 6pm, rounds of Netflix and peanut butter on toast.
I eat when I’m stressed and when I’m bored, and I was very stressed and very bored. And now the buttons are popping off my jeans. My clothes don’t fit, I don’t want to spend a fortune buying pretty new things in “L” when I have to get back to “M.” And how will I ever feel glamorous and attractive again after piling on the pounds and covering my face with a mask? Please help. I don’t want to be single for ever.
[response]
As I read your letter, the first thing I thought was what a challenging time you’ve been through in the past six months. You’ve had to educate, entertain and care for not one but two young children, all day, every day, without the help of a partner, while being mostly confined indoors in a tiny living space. You contracted an illness that was largely unknown and potentially debilitating. All this happened during a time when you couldn’t see friends or extended family, or go to the pub, or go away, or go anywhere for that matter. I want you to read that back and acknowledge what a difficult set of circumstances you’ve been living through recently.
With that in mind, I’m going to present you with a possibility: you haven’t overindulged at all. You haven’t eaten too much, you haven’t messed up a routine. You have been giving yourself exactly what you’ve needed in a time of immense stress – you have been in complete communion with your mind and body. You’ve allowed yourself the gentle anesthesia of a cold gin and tonic after a long day with kids, and restful nights with a comforting and familiar food as you prepare for the following morning. You’ve used your few spare hours to recuperate, instead of flinging yourself around your small flat in front of a YouTube exercise video or making complicated kale salads. All of this makes complete sense. You have not made any mistakes.
A clever thing the diet industry did to the collective consciousness is attach morals to eating: certain foods are bad (peanut butter on toast), certain ways of eating are bad (in front of Netflix). And if we are to believe the fallacy of “you are what you eat,” every time we put food in our mouths, we give ourselves permission to rate our morality. But our chosen meals aren’t proof of our goodness or badness. Deprivation or hyper-control doesn’t equate to health and virtue, appetite isn’t something feral and dangerous to be disciplined. Food is an inanimate object that we can use as we like – to nourish, energize or comfort. How we eat will always be in flux depending on our circumstances, whether that be emotional or physical.
I think the best thing you can do is acquaint yourself with the idea of intuitive eating. It’s a seemingly simple concept that many of us have to relearn at some point in our lives. Intuitive eating is about tuning in to your body, listening to what it wants and responding compassionately. It’s about quietening the chatter you’ve been absorbing your whole life – all the contradictory rules and convoluted calorie counting – and instead focusing on the requirements of your appetite and tastes. We are all born with an innate ability to do this (you never see a toddler leaving 20 per cent of its meal on a plate because it read an article saying this is what French women do), but tragically it is a skill that is stolen from so many of us.
Because another clever thing the diet industry did was make us believe that our instincts are wrong, that if we ate what we want when we wanted it, we’d live off a mountain of éclairs, a river of Baileys and nothing else. That’s just not true. If you can find a way to eat intuitively, without any cycles of restriction and reward, your body will find its way to the weight where it is naturally most comfortable.
And if all that fails, try this: every time you go to feed yourself, imagine that you are feeding one of your children. Every time you finish a meal and you want to berate yourself for the decisions you made: imagine you are speaking to one of your children. If they came to you – tired, anxious or ill – would you give them a calorie-counted meal, or would you give them what they were craving? If they ate something that brought them joy, would you remind them afterwards that they could have eaten something that was less pleasurable but lower in fat? Would you tell them to take notice of the letter on the label in their clothes and attach a sense of self-worth to it? Would you let them believe that the letter on that label was an indicator of whether someone will fall in love with them?
The sad truth is women are conditioned to feel like physical failures if they don’t conform to an impossible specification, so the language of self-hatred is easily accessible to us. I don’t want to pretend that this propaganda isn’t incredibly powerful, and I don’t want you to feel even more self-hatred for taking it on and believing it. So, for now, try a trick instead: imagine you are your own child and care for yourself accordingly. That might be the only way you’ll allow yourself the logic and kindness you deserve.
This made me cry.
What fabulous advice this is. Ye gads.
hey can we talk about the fact that during our last battle that strange wizard we let join the party shouted "evil blast!" and then black lightning bursted from their fingertips?
🧙♂️ strangewizard Follow
i wouldn’t worry about it if i were you
i mean this completely seriously but… a cup of coffee can save your life a little, a shower can save your life a little, making your favorite meal can save your life a little…….little things actually add up to really big things in the long run if you let them, the secret to surviving everyday is infusing a little bit of magic into the mundane i truly believe that
I DID THE MEET THE MEDIC TAUNT BY THE DOOR BEFORE THE MATCH STARTED AND THE DOVES GOT STUCK TO THE GATE
they’re gonna fite
tf2 heritage post
It's always "when are you planning on getting your horns shortened" and "you're so brave for keeping your horns" and not "your horns are so large and pristine. I bet the ladies love you"
People are tagging this with their blorbos
She's specifically a big horn sheep. The ewes typically have horns too but they're usually a lot smaller but yeah this is basically correct
Interesting to call this “confiscating” when it’s just making the rich pay their fair share, especially considering all the stolen wealth from the bottom 99% and historic tax evasion.
if a doctor or other medical professional says something to you that sounds and feels wrong, please tell another professional about it, and ask for second, third, fourth and so on opinions. my psychiatric medications nurse told me she refused to prescribe my clonazepam/klonopin because i hadn't been to her office since july (it's late october), which to her meant that "i'm coping well enough to not need it." despite having just told her that i am escaping being domestically abused physically + mentally, as well as coping with my mother passing away just recently.
what i didn't get to tell her is the reason why i hadn't been to her office since july is because she was rude about my clonazepam prescription that i got from a doctor in a psychiatric hospital. i was afraid she wouldn't prescribe it to me again, because she denied prescribing it to me after i got out of the hospital for an asinine reason. the reason that time? "you shouldn't have this, doctors 'never' give out prescriptions like this outside of the hospital." this is literally a blatant lie, which was confirmed by every single other medical professional i have. the doctor in the hospital explicitly explained to me how i was going to continue taking the clonazepam once out of the hospital and on my own.
i waited it out to see if she would have a different reaction, but she confirmed my fears, and let me down. i'm going to be returning to the same psychiatric hospital where i got treated properly and put on appropriate medications for the level of crisis i'm in. the only thing that motivated me to actually take that step and take care of myself was telling my therapist about it. she confirmed to me that this is blatant mistreatment and she's refusing to do her job.
if something your doctor says sounds and smells like bullshit, it is, and you do NOT have to put up with it. be aggressive with your care. tell professionals who pull these kinds of things how you actually feel about them, and get other professionals on your side to help you report them for malpractice and mistreatment. i will be.