80 years ago, Jesse Owens destroyed the Olympics’ racial hierarchy and humiliated Hitler at the Berlin Games.

22-year-old Jesse Owens rose above prejudice. He smashed the assumed racial superiority by winning FOUR gold medals during the 1936 Olympic Games.

The son of a sharecropper and whose grandparents had been slaves, Owens won the 100m, 200m, 4x100m relay, and long jump breaking the Olympic records that would stand for 20 years. Even Hitler couldn’t stand the humiliation and left the stadium in a huff.

He became the first American to win four gold medals at a single Olympics.
However, Owens returned to America to be made to feel unworthy.

“I came back to my native country and I couldn’t ride in the front of the bus. I had to go to the back door, I couldn’t live where I wanted. I wasn’t invited up to shake hands with Hitler, but I wasn’t invited to the White House to shake hands with the President either.”

Give some respect to Jesse Owens, The man who traveled to a nation that officially hated them for the color of their skin, representing a country that unofficially hated them for the same reason, and kicked all their asses.


Ice Man

Dutchman Wim Hof, also known as the Iceman, is the man that swam under ice, and stood in bins filled with ice. He climbed the Mt. Blanc in shorts in the icy cold, harvested world records and always stands for new challenges.

Scientists can’t really explain it, but the 48-year-old Dutchman is able to withstand, and even thrive, in temperatures that could be fatal to the average person. (Source) 

List of Lance’s random talents:

  • He can do that thing where you flip a water bottle and it lands standing (his record is four water bottles at once)
  • He’s surprisingly good at throwing things into other things backwards (i.e throwing a pen behind him and having it land in a cup, throwing something into the fridge, throwing something into the garbage behind him, etc)
    • Lance every time he successfully completes a trick shot: Someone call an exorciser because I have been possessed by the ghost of Michael Jordan!
    • Hunk: Michael Jordan isn’t dead..
  • (To add to the above: Lance cannot apply this trick to basketball. He is awful at basketball.)
  • Is almost always correct when he guesses the time
  • An excellent shot with a rubber band
  • Always stops a microwave before the timer runs out and it can beep
  • Can spin/roll anything between his fingers (pens, coins, etc.)
  • Can solve a rubix cube like it’s nothing, even while blindfolded

I’m so sick of Taylor Swift’s fans using the money, sales and awards card to ‘shut haters up’. You explain why she’s toxic, two-faced and a liar and they bring up all the money she made, all the awards she won, all the records she sold….


Donald Trump is a fucking millionaire, Bill Cosby won tons of Grammys and Emmys and Chris Brown has sold millions of records… so? What? Does that redeem them for being awful people?

Now, I’m not saying what she’s done is comparable to what literal shit (Trump) a rapist (Cosby) or an abuser (Brown) have done, I’m being hyperbolic to show a point.

Money and success don’t except her from criticism. Defending her wrongdoings with her accolades is just offensive tbh.

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Paul McCartney and John Lennon writing “I Saw Her Standing There,” 1962

I looked this photo up after reading about it in Joshua Shenk’s Powers of Two: Finding the Essence of Innovation in Creative Pairs:

One late November afternoon in 1962, John Lennon and Paul McCartney got together to write at Paul’s house at 20 Forthlin Road in Liverpool. Their ritual was to come around in the afternoon, just the two of them, when Paul’s dad was at work. They would go to the small front room overlooking Jim McCartney’s patch of garden and sit opposite each other. “Like mirrors,” Paul said.

John sat on a chair pulled in from the dining room. He had his Jumbo Gibson acoustic-electric with a sunburst finish. Paul sat on a little table in front of the telly with his foot on the hearth of the coal fireplace. He played a Spanish-style guitar with nylon strings, strung in reverse for a lefty. In a photography shot by Paul’s brother, Michael, they’re both looking down at a notebook on the floor, filled with lyrics…

…Years later, Paul told his brother that he loved his photo of the “I Saw Her Standing There” writing session because it captured how it really was—”the Rodgers and Hammerstein of pop at work.” Writing “eyeball to eyeball,” as John said, they weren’t just frontmen for a rock group; they were composers working in concert.

There’s a Lennon/McCartney excerpt of the book over at the Atlantic.

Photo credit: Mike McCartney, image via britishbeatlemania

Filed under: The Beatles

Fandom =/= Family

Where does this concept of fandom being like a family come from? Fandom isn’t a family. It needs to stop being called that. Fandom is not a family.

Fandom is a huge group varying in sizes that carries one main similar interest. A fandom is like a club. You’re all interested in one thing at the center of it all, but nothing about that makes you a family. You’re not going to get along with everyone in that club. In fact, some people in that club are going to be vastly different people from you, and that’s fine. But by no means do we have to think, act, or feel differently towards some of these people.

There are people in the Sherlock fandom who have met me with hatred and homophobia. People who have harassed my friends, or disregarded our feelings about the show. People who have called us crazy or evil. I’ve been mocked, or told that someone wished God would ‘smite me’ for my thoughts on this show, and many of us have been sent plenty other messages with varying awful contents at one time or another.

My point is, a club is something you choose to join and take interest in. A family is not. Keep in mind, that’s not to say your family is always a group you get along with either, but a fandom is not a family.

And you know what? Even if it was. I don’t know about you but even if I did consider fandom a family, I wouldn’t care to have any relationship or anything to do with the members of it whom I don’t like, have nothing in common with, or who continuously aim to hurt me and my friends. That doesn’t sound like a relationship I’m interested in pursuing.

So please. Do everyone a favor and stop with the ‘Fandom is family, let’s just all get along!’ And remember that everyone here chose to be here. They don’t have to be nice to anyone who treats them like shit or put up with stuff that hurts them if they don’t want to. I signed up for the club, but no way in hell am I going to pretend to get along with all of the members.