i wish there wasn’t such a stigma around being proved wrong, bc it’s a part of life, no one can be right all the time. if we didn’t feel as much shame about it i think a lot of things would change a lot faster
we all need to practice saying “I hadn’t thought of it like that” “I hadn’t seen it that way before” “I must have misunderstood the first time I heard about it” “if I had known those facts I wouldn’t have thought like I did”
It doesn’t take much to erase a trans person
It also doesn’t take much to make a trans person feel seen and validated
“Hey guys are you ready to beat the shit out of me!!???”
Me logging on to make bad posts
this is so fucking funny jrbfgjkbjhfbg
I SCREAM
The epitome of men is feeling so absurdly enraged by a woman having opinions about a thing he likes that he makes a near day long video about how mad he is about it.
… eleven hours??? Why did 100k people bother watching it?
true story! a few years ago i was working at both ol*ve g*rden and tj m*xx, and both of the following happened within the same several weeks:
at ol*ve g*rden, they'd put up a christmas tree in the lobby and had the employees each decorate a snowflake ornament to hang on it. i asked the general manager (mostly as a joke tbh) if i could bring in a menorah to display for chanukkah
and the gm is like, "well we're not allowed to display any religious imagery in the restaurant. it's a rule from corporate."
to which i said, "you are standing in front of a christmas tree as we speak."
and i shit you not, she goes "oh, but that's not really religious! that's just festive, you know, for the holidays." and would not hear another word about it
then a few weeks later at tj, probably once we were firmly into december but idr for sure, they start breaking out the "holiday" aprons for the employees to wear (all red, of course), and santa hats, and these fucking elf ear and reindeer antler headbands.
and one of my managers sees that i'm not wearing anything except the apron, and she asks me to put one on. and i was like "i'm not really comfortable with wearing any of those, since i don't celebrate christmas." (also i just really didn't want to wear one bc they looked stupid and they made my ears and head hurt, but still)
and she ALSO says, "oh, it's not christmas, it's just festive for winter. also corporate wants every sales associate to wear one"
which actually just made me more uncomfortable bc now she's trying to MAKE me wear one anyway
i was like "yeah, no that's definitely all christmas stuff and i'm really not comfortable with that"
so she let it go with a lot of huffing and eye-rolling, and then goes on the walkie to tell the entire staff "oh by the way guys, i forgot to tell you, but corporate FINALLY said we're allowed to say merry christmas to the customers this year!" and everyone up at the registers w me was like NICE! YES!
and i was just
so like, that's what we mean when we say that xtianity is so pervasive in our culture that a lot of people genuinely believe xmas things are secular, even though they AREN'T
dirt is basically crushed up rocks right
and. salt is a rock
so is granulated salt…….. dirt?
customer: this tastes like dirt
me an intelectual: that’s because it is
I’m beginning to understand your rivalry with geologists @glumshoe
Holy shit, this bot must’ve gotten to the robot nightmare episode and said “This is how you see me, eh?” and just roasted the fuck outta the sponge cast
“He is a sponge in mans clothing without explaining.”
i need a lap to crawl into! and a chest to fall asleep against! please and thank u!
“You’re…different. I’ve never met a girl like you.”
She stares at him, hands stilling over her sword. “What?”
“All the girls in my village are so boring,” he says. “So focused on finding husbands that they don’t bother learning about the world.”
“Girls in your village aren’t allowed to own property or vote,” she says, somewhat incredulous.
He winces at her tone. Need she be so harsh? “Well…it’s not like they’ve ever needed to, we’re a very progressive village and I always vote in favor of their needs. You’re not like that though, you fight for your rights yourself.”
“They are fighting for their rights,” she says. She sets down her sharpening stone, a frown stretching across her face. “No voting, no property, no wages of their own to purchase necessities. Besides finding a kind husband, what else do you think they can do to find a good future?”
“Th-they could leave,” he says. He did not expect the conversation to go this way. He expected her to blush like she had when he complimented her sword skills. He finds himself oddly defensive. “The men in my village aren’t slavers. The girls can leave any time.”
She snorts. “On foot? Your village is a hard, three day ride from the nearest city and that’s by horseback. And, even if they made it, what skills do they have? What references? The risk is too high for any woman to leave, that’s as good as trapping them. The fact that it takes me holding a sword for your opinion of women to change just shows how small-minded you are.”
He bristles, unable to refute her. “Look, I was just trying to pay you a compliment! There’s no need to attack me.”
“Trust me,” she says, standing when he moves to loom over her. They’re of near equal height and, if he was trying to intimidate her, he fails. “You’ll know it when I’m attacking you. This isn’t it.”
He doesn’t seem to hear her, flustered to be seeing her eye-to-eye. “Furthermore, I think I’d know what sort of girls I grew up with! They’re timid and lack a desire to explore the world.”
“The world you created for them doesn’t take long to explore,” she says. Her sword is bare in her hand. “Marry or descend into poverty. Bear an heir or be cast into poverty. Behave or be thrown into poverty. I was there for a week and figured it out. But,” she continues, looking him up and down, “maybe I shouldn’t be so quick to judge. After all, you’ve lived there your whole life and you still haven’t figured it out.”
He splutters. “That’s not–there are other options–”
“When the revolution is done,” she says, coldly, “and your people are forced to give women rights, see how many stay and how many leave. See how many suddenly discover their wander-lust. See how many end up like me.”
She leaves him there and stalks off to the edge of camp. She leaves him there with his mouth opening and closing, and heart pounding in his chest.
She leaves him there with the unsettling realization that he doesn’t want the women in his village to end up being like her, so different and strong. Because, if they did, where would he be? Where would his home be?
It’s an upsetting realization to have, mid-revolution. No chance to back out now.
Oh, the hero is a straight-laced, charismatic, conventionally handsome, neurotypical, heterosexual white man who trusts the government and lives in a bland, flavorless relationship with a subserviant, less-talented woman whose life revolves around him, and I WASN’T supposed to like the villain more? My bad
Any villain: I too once believed in the ruling power, but when I put my faith in it to protect me I was betrayed. The people who did this faced no consequences for their actions, faced no trial, and as we speak continue to do more harm to others. Your justice is a pretty plan in theory, hero, but it is naive- the real world is messy and cruel and unfair, and I plan to rectify that. Too long I have tried other ways to make this system work- it is time to make a change
Conventional Heroman: Killing people is wrong and the government probably had good plans for this death ray
Support Stewart Semple and his quest to keep color in the public domain
Isn't this the guy who essentially said fuck you to the blackest black guy?
Yeah, Anish Kapoor, the guy who bought Vantablack.
you can unfollow me but you can’t un-read my posts so really i’m the winner here
our paths may have crossed briefly but you still had the misfortune of knowing me
it’s even worse since almost all those companies are owned by Disney anyway so like, imagine the reblog chain thing except it’s 1 user with 5 sockpuppet accounts talking to themself for notes
As a person that used to run sockpuppet accounts for like 12 different businesses (over multiple platforms), I can confirm that’s exactly what’s happening
working full time is terrible why do we just accept that having 8 days off a month is normal and okay........ being alive could be cool but we waste it at our JOBS.... sorry i’m just heated about capitalism again i’ll be fine
8 days....never thought about it like that 😓
This seems really whiny to me. Like, I agree with you, work sucks, but our ancestors didn’t get to browse tumblr at their desks or have the option to gleefully spend their ENTIRE WEEKENDS horizontal on the couch stuffing their faces/watching tv/playing video games/wacking off. They didn’t have weekends. They just slaved away as fucking peasants from dawn to dusk until they died in childbirth or got the consumption.
I am perfectly happy working 8 hrs a day because I don’t have to:
grow my own food
find my own clean water
heat my house
shit in the woods
Hi, I study social and cultural anthropology. Humans working 40+ hours a week is 100% an industrial revolution thing and was not normal in the early stages of our existence. In fact, hunter and gatherer societies that still exist to this day spend about 15-20 hours a week TOPS working. The rest is dedicated to sitting around and telling stories and jokes, dancing, singing, eating, sleeping, fucking and so forth. Read a damn book.
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@star-anise this feels related to your explanations of weird western associations about cleanliness
Some of the best textual sources on medieval soapmaking and cosmetics are written by angry horny medieval European monks who believe that being clean and smelling nice is tantamount to witchcraft.
Stinky European Monk: “We must accept the natural suffering our merciful God heaps upon us with dignity, for that is how one lives a holy life”
Floral-scented Viking: “Whatever dude. After I take your cool manuscripts, I’m going to go make out with one of the less-stinky women back in town.“
One of the things that doing the Feather Summarizes the Silmarillion stuff drives home to me over and over again is just how. much. freight. is heaped onto Frodo’s offer of the Ring to Galadriel as it actually plays out in the text.
For those who only know the movies, or who imprinted on the movies first, it’s almost a tragedy how wrong PJ got that scene; it’s one of a couple things that he seems to have fundamentally misunderstood what was going on, what a moment or confrontation was actually about, and almost by habit (as far as I can tell) leaned on making it Eldritch and Scary, and by doing so actually … totally undercut the actual power (and terror) of the scene.
Because here’s the thing about Nerwen Artanis Alatiriel, the princess of the Noldor we know by the Sindarinization of her epessë, the name given by her husband the first time he saw her and went “her hair is absolutely fucking amazing, I love her” (I’m not joking!): she is old.
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