#us coal mining is a fun bit of cultural connection with us over in wales#ultimately we both got fucked#and had to fight tooth and nail for unions#ironically thanks to tectonic plates we were essentially mining the same mountain range#thousands of miles apart#what you call blue ridge mountains#we call Yr wyddfa#west viginia and all the coal towns are siblings as far as im concerned#we were raised on the same stone#that makes us kin Via: @scottish-valkyrie
The Supreme Court really said we’re going to put you at a structural disadvantage for getting into college, but if you do get in you will need to take out loans that will also put you at a structural disadvantage when you get out of college. Happy 4th
just sayin'
This should be taught in school.
This has been a PSA.
I’m trying not to reblog posts on this blog but I feel that this is important to post here.
on a related note:
And for the people asking “Well if you don’t support it irl then why would you like it in fiction?!” Because when it’s happening irl real people are suffering and dying and that’s horrible and I’d never want that. But when it’s fiction, when no real people are being hurt or killed, it’s interesting to explore the experience, the effects it may have, and to an extent experience the emotions involved without actually having to experience the horrible thing. You explore scary, dangerous things from a safe distance.
Costco's pivot to checking the photo on membership cards is wild. I went in with a friend yesterday who is a member and I never, ever want to go back.
Treating paying customers like criminals because the big bad corporation is missing a few dollars from people sharing cards ain't it.
They checked her card twice while we were in the store *and we didn't even buy anything* because one item had to be bundled and we weren't aware and they were out of the other.
Like I don't like the Waltons, that's for sure, but Sam's doesn't treat it's customers like that and I've never left there without the stuff I went in for.
There was a news story about an employee harassing a woman whose photo "didn't match her person" as-if the photos on the back of Costco cards are decent quality anyways jfc. When she asked them to check her ID against it, they refused and continued to humiliate and harass her.
Like damn dude, that ain't it. Costco can get bent.
Years ago, my mother had surgery to remove her eye. She needed groceries. I offered to go to Kroger, and she said no, go to Costco. I took her card, since I didn't have one. I got her groceries, got to the front....they looked at the photo, which at the time they absolutely never did. Lady said she couldn't sell to me. I said "I'm sorry, it's my mom's card. She's at home recovering from surgery and asked me for groceries." Lady said she'd call the manager to see if he could make an exception. Manager chewed me out in front of a long line of people, basically calling me a thief and saying he didn't care about my mother's surgery, she could come herself for groceries. I ended up crying and even someone else in the line told him to stop being an asshole. I went back to my mother with no groceries, crying and apologizing. Keep in mind this woman had an eyeball-sized hole in her head. She had just had a vital organ removed. There was a wad of gauze on her eye socket the size of a golf ball, held in place with medical tape and an eyepatch. She was in incredible amounts of physical and emotional pain. But she demanded to go back to Costco with me. We got in, she demanded to speak to the manager who'd spoken to me. He walked out of his office and went pale when he saw her. You have to imagine a tiny verging-on-elderly woman who's visibly frail, this gigantic medical patch on her face, and that awful pinched drawn look people get when their pain is off the charts. I guarantee he wasn't frightened of her, exactly, he'd just realized what a giant fucking PR disaster he'd made for himself. He was looking at a very sick, very incapacitated woman with one eye and a cane, and he'd called me a liar for saying she was sick and incapacitated, and he knew it. She walked up to him, handed him her Costco card, and said "you can take this. Since my daughter can't shop for me six hours after I had surgery. Nina, let's go." He basically forced me to take the card back, stammering apologies. I just let him see on my face exactly what I thought of him, and walked out. I later got an apology from someone way up the food chain in management. Basically their consensus was "yeah, you shouldn't be using your mom's card as a regular thing, but the moment you said she'd just had major surgery they should've been like 'yeah, no, understood, let's get you checked out,' and even if it was a more regular circumstance the language he used was just unacceptable."
If they're being that aggressive about checking cards, take it up the food chain. See what's going on. We might need to get pissed at Costco or it could be local management being dicks.
A lot of people ask me: just how many foreign bearded ladies did your dad fuck when he was travelling the world, hoping for any circus that would take him? The answer seems to always be: “one more.” Thanksgiving is busy. My half-brother, Saito Safety-Switch, grew up in a deprived environment. His childhood was spent in opulent comfort, wanting for nothing… except what his genes demanded. His body and mind screamed out for a shitty American car, yet none were available to him in the xenophobic and closed-minded world of Japanese so-called “high society.”
One morning, he was riding his 24-speed race bicycle (affixed with homemade “HUFFY” and “BURGER KING” stickers) past a dingy three-car dealership, shoved into the corner of two pachinko parlours and a restaurant where you could make out with a girl pretending to be a train station ticket dispensing robot for ¥350/hr. That’s when he saw it.
Now, things were worse back then. We didn’t have the Hunter-Killers. The Japanese had not invented the New Atmospheric Miracle. Human nerves were slower than light speed. All he had was a lot of worthless fiat currency in search of Fiats. Or, as he found it, a Dodge Michigan.
The Dodge Michigan is a product of Chrysler Corporation becoming delaminated even more than usual during the Cocaine Era. They thought: Japanese people love front-wheel drive cars. They thought: Japanese people love foreign luxury cars. They thought: we should sell them a 1986 Dodge Aries with fancy tail lights. They were wrong.
It took several months for Saito to convince the shaken inspectors that it was even a real car, ultimately choosing to purchase the inspection corporation through a shell company and having the former executives forcibly uploaded to the Heavens.
Friends: the 2.2 litre iron block shit-stirrer sitting comfortably inside the Michigan as it left its depressing American hometown for the promised land of the Pacific Rim did not last long. “Inefficient,” the tax authorities claimed, and penalized Saito. Here’s the thing about being the adopted child of Japan’s richest bearded-lady fetishist: you’ve had enough “original” for your entire life. It came out. The 13B Mazda rotary from a Roadpacer went in. And just to stick it in Uncle Nippon’s eye, a couple turbochargers. American, of course, built in one of the last surviving sentient manufactories before the Exultation.
By the time the authorities had recovered from their database failure and machine-mind emotional cascade collapse, I was on the ground in Haneda to meet my step-bro for some extremely complicated coffee. I didn’t expect what I’d be getting picked up in.
Somehow, he’d managed to hire folks to Sawzall actual subway hanger straps from the Chicago e-line, complete with the internal structure to retain the rails. It was pasted from stem to stern with imported industrial grit, ground into the carbon fibre’s centimetre thick bass boat clear in lieu of mica flake. And the tires were wide enough, secured in tripled-up Trans Am (the series, not the model) box overfenders, that two members of the Highway Code committee resigned in protest rather than be pushed into making an exception for what Saito’s humourless and unpredictably violent lobby group described as “experimental aircraft.”
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TL;DR – Twitter thread by a library worker on a news article about a woman who pulled hundreds of books out of a library dumpster and donated them to an underserved school. THOSE BOOKS WERE THROWN OUT FOR A REASON. Like outdated science, racism, and misogyny. #ContextMatters
Sorry, book burning is ALWAYS bad.
Listen, even if the books are legit crap and promote the most horrible things in the world, I am against burning them. The kids should be able to read these books - with the understanding that these books are flawed and have racism/misogyny within them. And maybe it’s a good opportunity to teach them how to recognize propaganda and misinformation? Or to see how outdated science can evolve?
But book burning is the wrong move. Always will be. Don’t go down this road, it will end up backfiring.
… books being discarded by a library is not equivalent to being burned or banned. To even be considered for removal, books will either be in very bad physical shape or will be ones no one has checked out in several years, or will be replaced by newer editions of the same biok. Copies of these books still exist in archives with the express purpose of being preserved, and can be gotten by the library through inter library loan if someone wants to read them.
Weeding and discard of books are very thorough processes, and as the thread says books in good condition that would be useful elsewhere are donated, or sometimes sold to fundraise for the library. Many libraries will also have a cart of free books for people to take if they want.
If, after all this work, and evaluation, and opportunities for reuse, a book is placed in a dumpster, it’s because it isnt needed or useful anywhere else.
Again, this is not the same thing as banning books or burning them. If that were the case we’d be talking about stuff like trumps autobiographies, not outdated books from the 70s that haven’t been circulating.
I left a similar but longer comment on a different thread of this post but it is in a way fascinating to see what’s come of the education system teaching the concept of book burning as like, the nazis piling up whatever books they could find and lighting them on fire for fun.
Book burning is the specific concentrated effort to eradicate specific information, it’s not just the literal act of destroying a book.
Torture the haters to death
Live well, be happy, and thank them in your acceptance speech.
Goofy ass. Hurt people with weapons until they die.
both of these approaches suck ass
Torture people to death or you're a pussyyyyyyy
buisinesses mislabeling their job offers in databases gives so much unintentional comedy, I just searched under "no experience needed" and "no degrees needed" and it gave me a job opening for 'dentist'. Like sure I'll have a go, give me the pliers
Go spend some time on male pattern baldness or male(AMAB) balding forums/subreddits and such. I did after realizing it is happening to me and the ammount of people who truly don't realize how BRUTALLY it tanks people's confidence and mental health is insane.
There's no cure to baldness by the way, and it can start at any time and there's no way to predict how fast or slow it will go. The only real working option is a daily pill that usually just halts it, but it can stop working or just slow it down or cause major side effects. To regrow you have to use a daily topical solution, or use a roller to wound your scalp. None of these are surefire by the way, and if you stop them you'll just lose your hair and whatever you regained. It's a daily involved thing that might not work and often at best just retains. The best drug, the one that occasionaly gives regrowth, also causes shedding at the start, and can have side effects from growing breasts to brain fog to EDsyfunction(sorry, censoring cause tumblr). Now, those are INCREDIBLY rare and almost never happen but it weighs heavily on the mind of those already spiraling.
But that's just background. What I'm here to talk about is the pure woe you'll see on those forums. People speak as though their lives are over, as though they've lost every chance of finding a woman(predominantly, there's a running idea in such places that women don't like bald men or like them less) or doing anything. You can read countless stories of people who describe that they no longer go outside, are now filled with anxiety and self-hate, have gone from extroverted to never showing their face. And some of these people are kids who lost their hair in high school or even before, or are holding as best they can to a very receded hairline and feel like there is nothing they can do.
And then there's something touched upon far less in those communities, but is important to bring up here; baldness and masculinity. There's the horror of knowing so much of society sees a bald guy as a very masculine guy, at seeing that the best advice for being hot and bald is "grow and beard and big muscles bro". Imagine now you're AMAB balding and nonbinary, or a trans woman who doesn't want to be on hormones.
Just genuinely take the time to look at those forums no matter who you are. Understand what these people go through, what I am currently going through. It is soul-crushing, spiraling, brutal. I have the dream of one day being like Brennan Lee Mulligan or Matt Mercer and starting to lose my hair made me feel like I could never. I felt like and still feel like I would have to be masculine, have to be a bro-y dude, have to look older than I was(I'm fuckin 22). It was the feeling that I could never dress feminine again, never present as a woman when I wanted to again, that I'd always be viewed as a bald guy before anything else.
This is an incredibly vulnerable post for me, and I hope it reaches you all as well in a kind and understanding mood. There's a tendency online for people to joke about baldness, to make fun of it, to treat it as a playfull silly thing but it fucking ruins lives, and it shouldn't. It happens to half the population's sort of bodies and very often. It should just be a neutral thing. You don't need long hair to be feminine, you don't need hair to be feminine. You don't need hair for anything. I guess I'm just saying in general that everyone should be kinder about balding, more understanding, and view it with as much import as they'd view the pixels between this sentence and the next. None at all, I mean.
And for those like me, very feminine guys who wanna keep that and don't want a beard and are terrified of balding, here's some names and I do hope others that see this will add more; Mr. Bruce (also in The Correspondents(band) Alex Ward in LA By Night Jason Carl in LA By Night Cecil Baldwin of Welcome To Night Vale Bob The Drag Queen RuPaul(in looks alone, I know about the whole fracking stuff but this post is about looks) tananasho on instagram Also your mannerisms and style of dress will convey femininity far more than your hair. Yea sure a front-on neutral shot of you may not and maybe you need makeup and stuff, and hell maybe a lot of people might reject you more but it'll just filter down to the people for you.
And to all you artists and writers and creatives; make more bald characters. Try it out. Feminine ones, masculine ones, all sorts. None of the copout nonhuman sort, just dudes and girls and mates and individuals who are all sorts of things and also bald. It might make a few of the people going through the various vortexes of pain that balding causes feel a bit better.
And to those noticing I did not adress female hair loss much here, that was intentional. I am AMAB and currently a nonbinary guy who goes by any pronouns but often likes to present as fem. I learned I was possibly losing my hair and lost two months of my life, no work or going or anything, to male hair loss forums and research and spiraling. Checking my hair twenty times a day, unable to sleep, unable to eat, unable to think. And my situation was NOT unique, but it also did not give me any experience or understanding of female hair loss and what AFAB people may go through with that, so I don't feel knowledgeable enough to speak on it. Also living with baldness WILL get easier and you will find something that works for it, by virtue of simply living with it. Things get easier with time.
One thing to remember about me is that if you ever bother or upset me I instantly turn into several small meat chunks and a skull
anyone else been letting the days go by? letting the water hold you down?
same as it ever was
my poor masterpiece flopped when I linked it from my youtube the other week, so I’m putting it in the tumblr video player and giving it another shot. please look at my tf2 funnie
my body is not a soft animal you dumb asshole i need amphetamines
I need you all to see this actual DeSantis ad that the campaign actually put out
I’ve been waiting for DeSantis to jump on the fact that Trump basically ran in 2016 as neutral on gay and trans issues, I feel like everyone memory-holed that moment (doesn’t help that it didn’t translate into policy at all)
But also this is a really pathetic ad, like this ad only looks cool if you spend 20+ hours a week on right-wing social media. The fashwave-esque aesthetic with phonk playing over a bunch of memes… this would work if you’re trying to get racist 19 year olds to vote for you, but for the retirees and car dealership owners who decide GOP primaries this just looks bizarre
It's really symptomatic of how many people inside the DeSantis campaign and even his inner circle are just extremely online weirdoes who are just barely above Nick Fuentes' level
i've been super stressed and overworked lately so i've been craving a cigarette really badly but i quit years ago and i don't really want to buy a whole pack when i know i'll only smoke one or two of them anyway, so instead whenever i feel like i can't take it anymore i just vividly imagine myself taking a smoke break in my head and the crazy thing is it actually makes me feel better. i feel like the 4chan burger tulpa guy.
using my psionic powers to give myself a tasty little treat without succumbing to the weakneses of the flesh
twitter is broken today 😭 are there any other ways that people search for anthologies to apply to?
might not be broken actually! Might be working as intended!
OH FUCK! okay twitter is dead, that’s amazing. this is a death blow. does he not understand that the platform relies on addictive doom scrolling, and that people actively want to quit but can’t because it activates all the right brain chemicals? this is wonderful for me at least, with Elon’s help I can finally kick this particular addiction.
