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So my dad used to teach human evolution at the University of Minnesota, right? And his favorite thing was discussing Native American cultures and bashing misogyny. 

So he’d start off class by going “Raise your hand if you think you know why men hunted and women stayed back in the settlements” and most kids would raise their hands. He’d list off a few various reasons and kids would slowly start participating. Then he’d go “How many of you think it’s because men are stronger” and of course most of the males would raise their hands with a few girls. He’d then proceed to rip apart the patriarchal views they had all been taught. “No,” he’d say, “It’s because if five men went out and three or two came back no one would bat an eye. They’d grieve sure, but society would go on. Now if five women went out and three or two came back you know what would happen? Society would collapse.”

And it was true. For many Native American cultures the only reason women did what they did was because the men couldn’t do it. We are (usually) taught a twisted, self-aggrandizing form of history despite evidence suggesting the complete opposite of it. 


College students plan nationwide walkouts to protest Donald Trump’s inauguration

  • College students across the country are planning walkouts and marches, taking the Inauguration protests to campuses where they live and work. 
  • Leftist groups like Students for a Democratic Society and the student arm of Socialist Alternative are coordinating across chapters of the University of Houston, University of Minnesota, University of Cincinnati, University of California — Berkeley and Los Angeles — various schools in Seattle and Philadelphia, and more schools as Inauguration Day approaches.
  •  And the organizers insist these protests are only the beginning of a broader resistance movement. Read more
Best News Ever

After months of waiting, years of stress, and many nights dealing with my depression, I just got a call telling me I was accepted into University of Minnesota’s College of Veterinary Medicine! I am absolutely in love with this school and still have a few more schools to hear back from but this school is so far my top choice and I am honored to have a place in their Doctorate of Veterinary Medicine Class of 2021. All the hard work paid off and I am extremely emotional right now. Thanks to everyone who believed in me. I am going to be a Veterinarian!

If you’re in the Minneapolis area on Monday, please stop by for a benefit concert hosted by the American Indian Student Cultural Center - AISCC on campus. Stop by support #NoDAPL, support local Native music, Native arts and crafts! All proceeds go to #StandingRock There is also a warm clothing drive so if you have any gently used or new winter gloves, goats, hats, etc., please bring them!


Minnesota high school senior accepted to all 8 Ivy League schools

A Somali Minnesota high school student has achieved the rare honor of being accepted by all 8 Ivy League schools, plus more highly accredited colleges.

“I was very surprised,” Munira Khalif, senior at Mounds Park Academy, said. “The best part for me was being able to call family members on the phone and to hear their excitement. This was truly a blessing from God.”

The 8 Ivy League schools are Brown University, Columbia University, Cornell University, Dartmouth College, Harvard University, the University of Pennsylvania, Princeton University and Yale University. In addition, Khalif was accepted to Stanford, Georgetown, and the University of Minnesota.

What they said

 “You don’t need equal rights, you already have more rights than everyone,” said my father, after he openly said he wouldn’t hire a gay worker, not even me, his daughter.

“You don’t deserve to have kids,” said my mother, who couldn’t understand why the words she said made me cry. “A child deserves a mother and a father, and two queers like you could never raise a child.”

“But she doesn’t look like a lesbian,” said my aunt, the one family member I thought might defend me.

“Where did we go wrong,” asked my parents, as if there was something wrong with me. “We thought we raised you better than this.”

“You’re just confused,” said my father. “Therapy can help you figure out your feelings.”

“She goes to the University of Minnesota,” said my relatives, “what did they expect, her to come out normal?”

“Do you know where people like you go when you die?” asked my brother, who wouldn’t look me in the eye. “Do you want to go to hell?”

“You should be careful,” said my mother, when I told her I was going out. “Because do you know where you’ll go if you die today?”

“All transgender people should just be shot,” said my mother, “just like the queer people they are.”

“You need a mental examination,” was the reaction of my parents, after they first found out. “You ought to be ashamed of yourself.”

“I’ve met a lot of lesbians,” said my cousin, the girl I once considered my best  friend, “but she just doesn’t give off the vibe.”

“She’s going to regret this when she’s older,” said another relative, after I came out on facebook. “She is ruining hope of having a normal life.”

“I love you,” said my good friend, crying like I had told her something bad. “But you know I can’t accept that lifestyle.”

“We’re praying for you,” said everyone, as if I had said I was sick.

“I am so glad you’re over that,” said my mother as I was finding out what heartbreak meant. “Now you need to date a nice boy.”

“I think she’s over that stage,” my mother told my aunt after.

“You are messed up,” was a text I got from my mother while I was attending the Women’s March.

“All that is is a march of a bunch of queers.” She spit out the last word, said it like it tasted as bad as I felt when I heard it.

“I just thought you had better morals than that,” said my mom. “You really have no morals to be doing that.”

“It’s just gross,” they said. “How can a woman love another woman? Something is wrong in your head if you think that’s okay.”

Gross, disgusting, immoral, unspeakable, sickening, shameful, horrid, dyke, queer.

“Don’t tell anyone, ever,” said my mother, ashamed of her daughter.

“We can never accept or condone your behavior,” said my father. “Having this around will influence everyone in the family.”

“You’re heading down a slippery slope,” said my mother. “If that’s how you want to live your life, go ahead. But the only thing that waits for you is drugs and alcohol, because you’ll need it to live with yourself.”

“I just can’t stand her,” said my mother to my sister.

“The last the we want to do is push you away, but we have other kids to think about,” said my mother, because obviously the other kids are more important than me.

“You are nothing but a queer,” said my mother, to my face.

“And we will never,” said my mother, “accept you or your lifestyle choice.”

A People United will Never be Defeated!

WARNING: before you continue, be aware that there is strong language contained in this post—strong words were said, and I will relay them.

“We reject the president elect!”

So here’s what happened tonight.  I had the privilege to join 3,500+ other University of Minnesota students, staff, and alumni in a peaceful protest against the new president-elect, Donald Trump.  Now since I’ve already had to address this issue with several people via Facebook recently, I’ll start off by clarifying.  This protest—at least for me—was not an attempt to take power away from Trump.  This protest was about much more than that—unity and protection in the face of fear.

“Love trumps hate!”

I’ve never before been a part of something as incredible as this.  We started off, early in the evening, standing on the University of Minnesota campus in a crowd, chanting and waving signs.  At about 6-something, we started to march.  We marched along Cedar Ave and Riverside, then mostly along Franklin.  We stopped outside of the GOP headquarters on Franklin for a while, raising our voices in protest.  Even there—we did nothing to harm our surroundings and public property.  I heard people—on seeing the “FUCK TRUMP” graffiti already present on the front wall of the GOP Headquarters— say, “Well, yes—but we shouldn’t condone vandalism.”  That wasn’t the point of our protest.

“Say it loud, say it clear—refugees are welcome here!”

The point was unity.  People from 7 different organizations, and hundreds of different backgrounds and walks of life all came together under one banner that night.  I saw Muslim men and woman marching with us, yelling, “Her body, her choice!  (My body, my choice!)” and “Trans lives matter!  Queer lives matter!  Gay lives matter!” even though in some cases they may not support these things in their religion.  They stood with their LGBT brothers and sisters and their pro-choice sisters in solidarity.  I saw white people yelling, “Fuck white supremacy!” at the top of their lungs, right next to Native, Hispanic, black, Muslim, Asian men and women.  I saw white men and women chanting along with Latinx people in Spanish—some of us didn’t know what we were saying, but this didn’t matter.  We still stood by them in their fight, as they did with ours.  What I saw—instead of an angry group of individuals who are upset because they didn’t get their way—is a group that stood up together in the face of anger and fear.  I saw a group who joined hands in love and acceptance.  I saw a group that was very respectful—as a short woman who was in the middle of a crowd, I had several different people run into me throughout the night.  Every single person apologized to me with a smile—and the men apologized immediately, stepping back, so that I would know that they respected my space.  I have never felt so safe in a public space before—and doesn’t that say something sad about our spaces, if I feel safer at a protest.

“No Trump!  No KKK!  No racist USA!”

And I saw a group that brought hope to those around them.  Wherever we went, I saw relief and happiness on people’s faces.  The people in the Cedar-Riverside neighborhood—a neighborhood that has a lot of people of color of various religions—watched us march with grins on their faces and raised fists in solidarity.  People cheered us on—even those people who were stuck in stopped cars because we were in their way.  I saw men and women roll down their windows to high-five protesters.  I saw people climbing out of sun-roofs to cheer us on and join in our chants.  The shop workers and owners along Franklin and Riverside came out of their stores to watch us, with huge smiles on their faces.  They looked like they felt—for the first time in a long time—accepted and loved by their community again.  I saw people crying from relief and happiness as they saw how many people stood with them.  I was high-fived, hugged, slapped on the back, and cheered for all evening by people on the sidewalks.  A pair of older women waved a bunch of us over and shook our hands and hugged us, saying, “Thank you!  We love you!  Thank you so much!” as we continued to march.  Parents brought their children to this protest—children who were very interested in the election, and who feel the loss as keenly as the rest of us.  Children who didn’t have a say, but who still want to raise their voices.

“Education not deportation!”

And as far as the police go—I saw people walking up to police officers and extending their hands in friendship saying things like, “Thank you for keeping us safe.”  Our goal was never to antagonize anyone—though a lot of people took it that way, of course.  Our goal was safety, healing, love, and acceptance.  Our voices may have been loud, and our words may have been harsh, but our message was one of peace.

“Show me what Democracy looks like!  This is what Democracy looks like!”

We did stop interstate traffic on 94 for about an hour.  The police blocked us off by Cedar Ave and waited.  We knew we weren’t in any danger—we had no weapons, no threats of violence, and nothing but love and community to show.  The police—after everything—didn’t want to hurt us.  They simply waited.  When we felt we were pushing it, we slowly cleared off the interstate and walked back up Cedar Ave, still cheering and chanting.

“Fuck Dorito Hitler!”

It was almost surreal.  After we cleared the streets—no damage was left in our wake.  I know this because myself and another person drove our friend back to her home afterward—and we took Franklin and 94 there.  It was a weird experience—driving over the spot where mere hours before we had been sitting, hands in the air, chanting, “Hands up, don’t shoot!”

“Whose streets?  Our streets!”

Our community has spoken.  We will not tolerate hate and violence in our streets.  We stand united in the face of fear and violence—and we will stand, and protect each other from harm.  No threats of violence or actions of hate will stop us from protecting each other—because that’s what we have to do in the face of this danger.  We stand together, united, and will never be silenced or defeated

If you could pray for my anxiety that would be really great. As the weeks pass by, I keep getting more and more nervous about my graduate school applications and I am worried I won’t get accepted, and I am going to be stuck. I really want to stay at the University of Minnesota or move to the University of Minnesota - Duluth, but I understand that is completely under God’s will. But anyway, I feel like a nervous mess and I just need to trust that God has a plan in this, because He’s been walking along side me this whole entire time! 

i forget sometimes that just because i’ve been running this blog since i was in college (nearly 4 years guys!) not all of you have been following me for that long so you might now know things about me that i feel like i covered a long time ago

like i was born and bred in minnesota and have a bachelors in chemistry from the university of minnesota and then got the fuck out of the midwest (sorry midwest i love you but like, come on) and now am working on my phd in biology at columbia in new york

also i’m hella gay and a giant hipster and i lowkey hate all of science even though i love it and can’t imagine doing anything else

I’ve started drawing Tom in different places. If you’ve seen this dude (the chalk version is somewhere among the University of Minnesota campus) then I did it. It has the iFunny watermark because that’s where I posted them and it takes me longer to upload every single picture seperately.

I’m gonna do more. Do me a favor and draw him somewhere and say the general area where you drew him. He’s gonna travel across the country guys.