i was so worried about anthropology

beaureqard  asked:

pls disragard these questions if you arent feeling like explaining anthropology that is probably not within your specific field, but i have questions and somehow youre the most accessible source for answers about ancient-ass humans. so: why are humans so much hardier than other animals? like if you break a horse's bone that horse is kaput, but people bounce back from shit like missing limbs. how are we so cool? also, how prevalent (and when) was pursuit predation? also, thanks! have a nice day

OH no worries, this is something I teach every year and it’s REALLY COOL. There’s footnotes and works cited below the jump if you want them, and I can point you at some other work if this is something you’re interested in reading about.

Humans are ridiculously resilient. The reason for this has a lot to do with the tradeoffs we made for endurance rather than speed. Human walking is really energy efficient (it’s really just controlled falling) compared to a horse’s galloping, and we have pretty well-muscled legs. Our plantigrade feet mean that there’s not as much energy when we spring off compared to an animal that runs on their toes, but at the same time, we spend a lot less energy moving around. 

Our muscles and leg anatomy have a lot to do with it, too. Let’s look at a horse’s leg compared to a human’s.

Horses in particular have a hard time with broken legs because they have a LOT of mass resting on on those legs. Horses’ legs are basically built to go fast- their leg bones are actually quite light, and below the ankle there’s… well, basically nothing. Just tendon and skin- there’s no big muscles to stabilize or cushion the bone. This means that there’s less weight to drag around so the horse can escape a predator more quickly, but it comes with a major tradeoff- if a horse breaks their lower leg, it tends to shatter. In the wild, this is going to make the horse extremely easy to pick off. But like I said up there, humans- unlike horses- don’t run on our toes. Our ankle bones are chunky and strong, and our lower legs are cushioned with muscle and fat. 

But our healing ability goes beyond just basic anatomy! Our group dynamics also play into this, too. If a horse breaks a leg, what can the other horses do about it? The injured horse still has its biological needs to fulfill; it has to eat, drink, and evade predators. It has to keep moving- it can’t lie down for a few weeks and let the leg heal. But that’s not true of humans and our closest relatives! I’ll use Neanderthals for this example because I like them a lot, but the same goes for early modern humans, too. 

Let’s say that some Neanderthals are out on the hunt, and Thog gets knocked against a tree trunk by a mammoth and she breaks her leg. Because Thog’s a member of a social species, it’s not the end of the world for her or her group. The rest of her crew can keep hunting and Thog can limp back home, where her grandfather looks after her and her younger sister brings her water. She’s able to rest and keep weight off the broken leg, which means that so long as she keeps whatever wounds there might be relatively clean, sepsis is less likely. Group living means that you don’t have to be self-sufficient; no hominin is an island. Part of why we’re so successful is that our ability to care for each other ensures better group survival. If your reproductive-age individuals are also providers, group care means that you’re less likely to lose them

We know from looking at Neanderthal skeletons that they were injured frequently and were able to shake it off and survive; even elderly individuals with severe arthritis are often found in group contexts, suggesting they weren’t left behind. And we are talking serious injuries here- not just broken legs, but head and neck trauma, too. There’s a famous paper* that says that most Neanderthal injuries came from close contact hunting (due to them being mostly head and neck injuries rather than lower body injuries), but more up-to-date research notes that actually, Neanderthals could- and did- get hurt pretty much everywhere**. 

As to when pursuit predation came into effect, the best guess we have is “probably sometime around two million years ago, practiced by Homo erectus/ergaster.” One way we can tell this is by diet. Mandibles are very quick to adapt to dietary pressures, so by comparing mandibles to things with known diets, we’re able to tell what’s going on. Add that to dental wear and morphology studies and chemical analysis of subfossils’*** teeth and we can get a pretty good picture of who’s eating what. What we see with the H. erectus/ergaster complex of species is that they’re eating a wide variety of very tough foods; their jaws and molars suggest that they were eating root vegetables, tough meat, tubers, bone marrow, honey- really, anything they could find. We also know that they were eating a fairly high calorie diet compared to their predecessors; this was necessary for brain development- and we know that these calories came from meat. As average brain mass increases, so does evidence of meat-eating. Brain development is expensive- you have to put a lot of nutrients into it- nutrients that are really hard to get from plants alone. One way to feed the family is by hunting- though realistically this didn’t happen all that regularly. Rather, it’s more likely that hunting supplemented gathering, as it does with many forager groups today; hunting takes a lot of energy and can be dangerous.

Archaeology also points to the “around two million years ago” date based on stone tool deposits and fossil prey species. One good example of this is Kanjera in Kenya; it’s a site by Lake Victoria that has good evidence for persistence hunting. There’s quite a lot of gazelle and antelope skeletons that aside from stone tool marks, don’t have a lot of damage. It looks like these were brought to the site for butchering- and they would have had to be hunted because hyenas, lions, and other predators and scavengers will actually eat those bones. Gazelles are a lot faster than humans, and the hominins of the time didn’t really do projectiles; rather, it’s more likely they ran the gazelles down until they were exhausted, then dragged them back to this lakeside camp site to process and eat. It’s likely that this strategy helped fuel the migration of Homo into Asia; once you’re able to hunt big game, your movement is less restricted by the availability of small animals, scavenged meat, and seasonal plants; you can follow herd animals and just chase one whenever you need to eat. However, the exact role that hunting and scavenging played in the development of the Homo genus is something that archaeologists and physical anthropologists do not agree on- when you’re trying to figure out what a species eats and how they got their food, you gotta realize that this can vary heavily by what’s available, what predators are in the area, your own group’s composition, and myriad other factors that can affect food acquisition. 

One thing we do know for sure: Persistence hunting works. Our species is super good at it, even today. If you’d like to see some persistence hunting in action, it’s actually still used by San groups in Africa.

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Requested: ReidxReader where they go on a horrible date and he just does everything wrong. He later apologizes and asks for a second chance.

Penelope assures her it will be good. And after all, Penelope has never steered her wrong before. Whether it’s fashion advice or love advice, when she speaks, Y/N has learned to listen. So when her brightly-dressed best friend insists she’s found the perfect guy to set her up on a date with, saying yes is the only logical response.

He’s a co-worker of Penelope’s. “He’s sweet,” she says. “Very smart, a bit on the shy side, but he’s got a good heart.”

Which sounds promising enough.

Until she is sitting at a restaurant alone, checking her watch and wondering if he forgot. The waiter circles back glances at the empty seat across from her – with sympathy – and she starts to worry that he’s standing her up on purpose. It wouldn’t be the first time a date ended poorly. Relationships haven’t been smooth sailing for her in the past.

She takes a few deep breaths and fixes her eyes on the door, watching people come in and out and hoping that one will be her mystery man. They were supposed to meet at 6:45. An older couple, a group of eight teenagers, a family of five, and two women all pass through the doors of the restaurant and are seated at a table that isn’t hers before three people come in at 7:19 to be seated. After a brief word with the hostess, they walk towards the tables, and she sighs, disappointed. Until one of them breaks off from the group and approaches.

“Excuse me, are you Y/N?” When he speaks his voice shakes just a little, and fidgets with his hands. Oh. So he’s not part of the other group at all. He’s here to meet her.

“I am. Y/N Y/L/N. You must be Spencer.” Just as she raises her hand, she remembers what Penelope told her. This man doesn’t shake hands. It’s a germ thing. So she quickly puts her hand back on the table, hoping he didn’t notice.

He looks relieved at the gesture. “Reid,” he says. “Dr. Spencer Reid. But, uh, you don’t have to call me doctor. I – I mean, you can just call me Spencer. Um, I mean… I’m really not used to this. I’m sorry. Yes. I’m Spencer. And I’m so sorry I’m so late. There was a case. I work for the FBI.”

“I know. Penny told me. You’re here now. Don’t worry about it.” Spencer smiles, but the anxiousness doesn’t fade from his face. “Would you like to sit?”

He does so gratefully. This must be that shyness Penelope mentioned. Though, she must admit, he’s rather handsome. Brown eyes, hair that’s a bit on the messy side, very tall. And those cheekbones.

“So, um, what do you do? For work?” he asks.

“Well, I studied at anthropology, but right now I work at the Museum of Natural History. I’m a curator.”

Spencer raises his eyebrows. Surprised. “That seems an odd career path. Wouldn’t you rather be involved in research or field work?”

The words carry a sting. It’s obvious of course that she would. But times are tough for humanities majors. Jobs are few and far between, and she’s lucky to find people who think first of the academic discipline and not of the extremely overpriced clothing store upon hearing the word “anthropology.”

“Yes, I very much would. Unfortunately, it’s not that easy to find an open position.”

The color on his cheeks nearly matches the shade on her lips. Observation is a particular skill of hers, and she can tell he’s beyond nervous. Folding and unfolding his hands, licking his lips – admittedly, she finds that a bit distracting – and stuttering as he tries to repair the conversation.

Spencer asks her about school, and they swap stories of college and grad school. He really is brilliant, with three doctorates to his name. They cover the basic topics; they both like their jobs, he’s fond of his coworkers while hers can be difficult, they both are coffee addicts, and he’s the only person she’s met who has read more books than her.

However, the discussion occasionally halts when he responds in a negative manner.

When he mentions Sherlock Holmes she says, “I’ve read every book there is. I was a little obsessed with them in high school. I was disappointed when I finished, but luckily there are a number of adaptations to fill that spot in my heart. BBC’s Sherlock is my favorite at the moment.”

And he replies, “I find that none of the adaptations measure up to the original. I don’t know why anyone bothers with the films and TV shows when there are other books to read.”

“It’s a good way to relax,” she counters. “Watching something familiar.”

“On the average day, Americans spend two hours and forty-seven minutes watching television. If we maximized productivity by using that time for more important things, imagine what we could collectively accomplish.”

It’s just a comment, another one of the statistics he rattles off from time to time, but for some reason it feels like a direct jab at her. So he doesn’t watch television and he thinks Sherlock isn’t very good. That doesn’t mean she isn’t allowed to like those things. It doesn’t make him superior. Suddenly she’s feeling very defensive. Who is he to question her? He doesn’t know her. Profilers don’t have authority on every stranger they meet.

An hour in and she’s still waiting for that “good heart” Penelope mentioned to shine through. In brief flashes he appears genuinely interested and kind, but overwhelmingly the score is not in his favor. Between inappropriate remarks, uncomfortable silences, it’s not going well. He seems aware of this fact, for his nervous habits only become more frequent. In the middle of explaining what drew him to the FBI, he gestures wildly, and knocks his drink off the table. Water spills onto the floor, and the glass shatters into tiny pieces, scattered across the wood floor. A waiter comes to clean it up, and Spencer flushes scarlet, apologizing profusely.

Hoping to distract him with something simple, she says, “The dessert menu looks nice.” Which isn’t a lie. It’s enticing, far more so than this date, which is saying something.

Spencer looks it over, and smiles. A smile looks nice on him, even a small one. “It does. You know, I’ve never been on a date where we stay for dessert.” Pitiful is the first word that comes to mind. Does that imply a lack of experience? Or simply a lack in tact and etiquette? “I think that’s my fault. I’d like to at some point, though. Stay for dessert, that is.”

“How long has it been since you went on a date?” she asks, figuring it’s best to just be direct with this man. In an unexpected response, he looks down, and she thinks she sees sadness in his eyes.

When he looks up, he says, “Unless you count an awkward meeting for coffee, it’s been two years, seven months, and nine days. It didn’t go as planned – in fact, my date didn’t even make it to dinner.”

“She stood you up?” If it was a bad experience, perhaps this explains his nerves.

“N-no. Not exactly. My girlfriend, she, uh, she was being stalked and I thought I saw her stalker in the restaurant… She was killed a month later. In front of me.” There is a rigidness in his voice. The words are rehearsed, meant to be said in a forced casual tone, as though in some way he could make them feel lighter. It doesn’t work. They hit her like the weight of the world. Even one small fact has thrown at her the burden of his baggage. This man has a past, an unbearably heavy one.

This date has taken a turn for the uncomfortable. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“She was very different from you.”

Anthropologists are by definition, observers. What she observes is that this date is going very poorly. Being compared to the dead girlfriend of a man with very little social skills? It’s a disaster. Which means it is time to flee the scene.

“Look, Spencer, I’m really sorry to do this, but I don’t think this is going to work out. Penny spoke very highly of you, but clearly we’re not compatible.” Digging through her bag, she scrounges up twenty-five dollars and sets it on the table. “It was nice to meet you. I hope you find someone who can stay for dessert someday. Bye.”

With that she grabs her things, and walks out of the restaurant without looking back. Her luck with relationships is apparently unlikely to change. Some things are constant in this world. In that, she can take comfort at least. She knows Penelope will be disappointed, but even the self-declared Queen of Matchmaking misses the mark sometimes. In her heart of hearts, she’s the slightest bit disappointed as well. After the nightmare that was her last relationship, she’d had really been hoping to find someone nice.

Spencer was probably nice, under the right circumstances. Smart and sweet, as promised. Far more awkward than anticipated. And judgmental. And not to mention, carrying baggage and grief that was too heavy to introduce on a first date. A murdered girlfriend? That’s something she isn’t prepared to deal with. It’s best to leave it alone. Forget about him, and his bright eyes and lanky limbs.

The single life isn’t that bad, she ells herself. It was cheaper and quieter. It gave her more time to work and to read. To utilize those two hours and forty-seven minutes in a more productive manner. Who even knew things like that?

After careful consideration over a glass of wine, she resigns herself to a life of spinster-dom and cats, living happily among her little library of books and British television shows.

Until that Monday, on her lunch break. Break time is her opportunity to spend time in her own little sanctuary, a tiny set of stairs tucked away on the side of building. Trees grow around it, sheltering it from most of the public eye. Weather permitting, she always takes her breaks out here, with a paper bag lunch and a book. It’s the perfect place to be alone.

Except she finds she isn’t.

Spencer Reid is sitting there. Either the universe is intent on creating cruel coincidences, or he’s there for her.

“Y/N,” he says. “I was looking for you. Garcia said I could find you here.” The latter it is. He is there to see her.

“Sorry, can I help you with something?” She doesn’t mean to sound callous, but it does come out that way. The last thing she wants on her break time is to relive a bad date.

Spencer stands, putting his hands in his pockets. The anxiousness he carries today is a different kind. Less jumpy. “I’d like to apologize for our date on Friday; and I was hoping for the opportunity to explain myself. If you’ll let me, that is.”

Y/N crosses her arms, holding tight to her paper sack. “Okay.”

For a second he looks startled, as though he hadn’t actually expected her to agree to his request. The doctor quickly composes himself. “I was nervous. Really nervous.” That much she knows. “The case we were on was a tough one, and it didn’t end well. I was already stressed when I met you, and I’d been even more nervous because Garcia had so many good things to say about you. Even before I met you, you seemed incredible.”

This Spencer Reid is eloquent, precise. She’s intrigued.

“I struggle with social cues to begin with. I’ve always been different, and when you’re a child prodigy you don’t really learn how to interact with people very well. I can’t read social situations the way most people can, and after the case I was tired and I was anxious and for me that’s not a combination. Then I saw you, and you were even more beautiful than Garcia told me. You have the most lovely smile. I know I messed up. I know I shouldn’t have said most of what I did say, and I’m sorry if I offended you. I didn’t mean to. And as for Maeve – for my previous girlfriend, I shouldn’t have brought it up on a first date. That’s something heavy, and I shouldn’t have put that weight on you so suddenly.”

Definitely more eloquent. His candor makes her blush. No one has ever been this straightforward with her, and the fact that he’s come all this way to the museum just for her is a wonderful gesture. Still…

“It’s okay, I get it. You’re still mourning her.” If he is in love with a ghost, there is nothing she can do. Time and space are the only ways to heal from a wound that deep. A broken heart is something she cannot remedy.

“Yes, but that’s not what I came here to say. I know that I made you uncomfortable by saying that you were different from Maeve. I didn’t mean it as a comparison or as an insult. Just as an observation. You were present, and real, and so passionate about everything you said. You were… you are alive. And I don’t mean that you’re living, but rather that your persona – your spirit – it’s bright. Alive. I like that. I – I like you. I know that I ruined that date, and I understand if you don’t want me to see you again, but I’d really like the chance to make it up to you.”

Her grip on the paper sack tightens. “Are you asking me out?”

Spencer swallows hard, but manages to nod. “I am. I’m asking for a second chance at a first date. Only if you want to though.”

Observe. That’s what she does best. Notice people and the stories they tell. Before her is a man who has asked her best friend where to find her, and come all the way to apologize for any unintended offense and to offer to make it up to her. It is sweet. She’d be lying if she said it wasn’t a little moving. Dinner was a disaster last time, but maybe the stars just weren’t aligned for them that night. First dates rarely go as smoothly as they do in books and in movies.

He has a broken heart. But he’s offering it to her.

“Okay,” she says.

“Okay?” The bewilderment in his expression is plain. Braced for rejection, her acceptance has taken him by surprise.

“Okay,” she laughs. “I’ll give you a second chance.”

Confusion transforms into a grin, one that puts his previous small smiles to shame. Happiness really does look good on him.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

She hopes Penelope is right about him. She wants Penelope to be right about him. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll be someone worth staying for.

Hella comes from "Hell of a" and appears not to be racially marked

From what I’ve read, the reason that it can be mistaken for AAVE is because one of the ways it spread across the country from its birthplace of Northern California was through hip-hop music (as well as pop music).

Bucholtz, Mary, Nancy Bermudez, et al. “Hella Nor Cal or Totally So Cal? The Perpetual Dialectology of California," Journal of English Linguistics 35:4, 2007. 

This paper discussed AAVE in California in depth, but "hella” was not mentioned in conjunction with AAVE. Bucholtz is a well respected linguistic anthropologist (who has written many other works about race and California), and so I trust the paper. (Actually, you should all read her paper on the language of “nerds” and whiteness; it’s very interesting.)

Page 71 and 72 of Mary Bucholtz’s book “White Kids” (available on Google Books) is entitled “Hella as a Panracial Resource” and quotes snippets of several conversations and yearbook quotes, noting the races of the speakers (African American, European American, Asian American, and Latina). 

Yes, this is just one scholar. But she is a very well-reputed scholar, and her mapping of Californian dialects in the paper I cited before was very extensive.

And this is why I’m not going to put much effort into removing “hella” from my speech. There are many, many other AAVE constructions to be aware of, and as stated in Bucholtz’s paper, “The Whiteness of Nerds,” white people have a tendency to call Black culture “cool” and take it for our own (while denigrating it), so you’ve got to watch out. But since Oregon, linguistically, is sort of like Nor Cal annex, it seems silly for me to be worried about appropriation in this case.

Top 5 Most Popular Snamione Fics for April 2016

All…Apparenly any time Dramione does it first, I don’t want to leave my other OTP out. So when someone asked for the Most Popular, Currently Updated Dramione fics, I had to make one for Sevvie. So these are the Top 5 Snamione Fics on FFN which have been updated in the last month (we might make this a monthly thing for both OTPs, expect the next one on June 1).

Applied Cultural Anthropology, or by jacobk - T, currently 16 chapters -  … How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Cruciatus. Albus Dumbledore always worried about the parallels between Harry Potter and Tom Riddle. But let’s be honest, Harry never really had the drive to be the next dark lord. Of course, things may have turned out quite differently if one of the other muggle-raised Gryffindors wound up in Slytherin instead.

For The Only Hope by ausland - M, currently 54 chapters -  Dumbledore wouldn’t have left trouble magnet Harry Potter defenseless for years at Hogwarts. At thirteen Hermione becomes his protector, working and training with Severus, giving up her childhood to ensure Harry’s safety. As times passes, Severus becomes teacher, mentor, friend, and eventually lover. A story of spies, plots, and love.

The Irony by awakethelion - M, currently 33 chapters -  Hermione Granger gets stuck in her Animagus form and is put in the care of the only one strong enough to control her - Severus Snape. The over-achieving know-it-all Gryffindor, is, in the eyes of Hogwarts student body, home taking care of her ill parents, while in reality she is now living life posing as Professor Snape’s familiar.

How I Fell in Love with Hermione Granger by projectrunwayluver - M, currently 168 chapters -  A Marriage Law with a new twist. What if Voldemort had never created Horcruxes and died when he tried to kill Harry? What if over the years the Potions Master promised to look over Harry and his friends to keep them safe? What if Hermione dug her way into his heart before a Marriage Law came into place during the trio’s seventh year? AU. No Lemons. Story idea by Amber-Marie Black

The Master, the Warden, the Headmaster and the Deputy by mak5258 - M, currently 29 chapters -  Snape and Dumbledore enact an old tradition in the castle, hoping to gain a much-needed edge. More-or-less AU starting at book 6. 

(Fun fact, these are most popular both in favorites AND reviews.)

anonymous asked:

I heard you're the one to ask about slytherin!hermione so any recs?

welcome to hell sweet child of mine

tbh there are very few slytherin hermione fics i’ve found so i’ve added some good hermione riddle or just general dark hermione at the end.

                                                  Slytherin AU

The Green Girl by Colubrina

Hermione is sorted into Slytherin; how will things play out differently when the brains of the Golden Trio has different friends?

⇨ Dark AU, Character Death, Dramione

Applied Cultural Anthropology or, by jacobk

… How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Cruciatus. Albus Dumbledore always worried about the parallels between Harry Potter and Tom Riddle. But let’s be honest, Harry never really had the drive to be the next dark lord. Of course, things may have turned out quite differently if one of the other muggle-raised Gryffindors wound up in Slytherin instead.

Darkish AU, (I haven’t read this in a while so I cant really give sufficient warnings), Non-Dramione

Labyrinth by Kroontjespen

(this fic was last updated in Feb of 2013, but is still brilliant for the 8 chapters published)

The mind of a prodigy is a scary thing. Hermione Granger’s however is downright terrifying.

 semi-Dark AU, Slytherin!Harry, Non-Dramione

Gryffindor’s Golden Girl to Slytherin’s Princess by Rumaan

The Golden Trio are back at Hogwarts for their final year after the end of the war. However Hogwarts still has one more trick up it’s sleeve when McGonagall decides to switch Hermione from Gryffindor to Slytherin to promote unity.

people get hurt. Dramione

The Sorting by KathSilver

Dumbledore stated that sometimes he thought students were sorted too soon, Minerva McGonagall took this to heart and resubmitted 7th years to be sorted again. What will happen when their world is turned upside down, and where will they find comfort?

 Dumbledore Lives, Dramione

Relocation by DramionesPromise

Hermione had been so excited when she found out she was going to have a chance to go back to Hogwarts to complete her final year. Her excitement had broken when she read on. All pupils must be re-sorted by the sorting hat. Even if she was relocated, it wouldn’t be that much of a big deal. Would it?

tbh i dont really remember this one so idk what warnings or notes

                                          Hermione Riddle AU

An Ally’s Deception by Lerysakon

A simple revelation breaks the Light’s resolve. “I believe my daughter has spent enough time with the Light. I’ve come to collect her." 

Dramione, mentions of Blaise/Ginny, Dark!Ginny

True Colors by cleotheo

When Hermione is kidnapped from The Hogwarts Express, The Order vow to save her from her kidnappers. Hermione however isn’t quite who she’s always appeared to be and her kidnapping isn’t as straight forward as it seems. As The Order race to rescue Hermione what will they discover when they finally find her?

I think this is Hermione Riddle??? It might just be Death Eater!Hermione tho, Dramione

Blood Is Thicker by L. Durven

When Hermione finds out that her entire life has been a lie, manipulated by none other than one Albus Dumbledore, her wavering loyalty is finally pushed over the edge. Is it even possible to betray those who have all but abandoned you?

Dark AU, Dramione

The Dark Lady Rises by cleotheo [pt.2] [pt.3]

When Voldemort returns to full strength at the end of the Triwizard Tournament things are about to change for the wizarding world. Especially for his daughter Hermione, who takes her place at his side as The Dark Lady.

Dark AU, Dramione

thb i think thats it??? all i can remember tho. the dramioneasks slytherin!hermione tag is a good place if youre willing to read that kinda stuff but otherwise idk what your options are

[my fic rec] [fic rec tag]

anxiousyoutuber  asked:

I reaaaalllyy want to go into anthropology, but what can I actually do that makes money as well with the subject in terms of professions?? That's my parents' biggest problem with that major choice

according to the bureau of labor stats you can do some good high paying things with anthropology  and if you get an MD too even more if that’s what you’re worried about

I gave up caring about how much I get paid in the future because even if I’m poor I’ll be enjoying my life??? i hope

it’s funny because I wanted to be a doctor for so long and my parents were like “just give up and do anthropology you know you love it and we don’t care if you make less because we know you like it” so that was cool 

check out these blogs for better answers I’ve only just completed my first year of college:






(there are more but these are my favs)

Oh my GOD I can’t believe I have to say this: 

If you believe in “reverse racism” (i.e. that white people can be discriminated against based on their (our) “race”),

That women (or anyone not cis men) can be sexist against (cis) men,

Or anything transphobic or homophobic,

Kindly let the door HIT YOUR ASS on the way out.

If I catch you reblogging my stuff, you’re getting blocked.  I don’t care if you’re not disagreeing with me.  In fact, I don’t WANT you agreeing with me - I don’t want to be associated with your crap.  All of the above is decidedly anti-anthropological and is not welcome here.