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Heyyyy

I don’t know if it means anything to many folks but I just wanted to say I miss you, tumblr people. Though maybe since I have had a post going up every day for the last few hundreds of days, my absence hasn’t been noticed. I have been working on getting myself out of a bad spot that is entirely my own fault. But I think I am past the part where I feel hopeless and drowning. Those of you who are counting on me for things, don’t give up on me. I am not giving up on me and I intend to make it up to you. Thank you and I look forward to my return to having a social life.

I am convinced that the reason why tumblr has removed the ability to reply to posts is because it does not want us to have our own communities within the larger whole. Your dashboard is not a social network; it is not a place for bonds to form and friendships to develop. Those things can still happen but that is incidental to the main goal of the site: to produce content. 

That post you made four years ago of a picture of a collapsed wine display in your local grocery aisle–the one that still gets hundreds of thousands of notes now and then, drowning out every other note you get in response to your dog dying or your engagement announcement, the one that continues to haunt you without the help of a third party extension that tumblr won’t officially endorse or condone, the one your friends and oldest followers know never to reblog again because you’ve begged them to not make it worse–that’s the sort of content tumblr wants to see. Tumblr doesn’t want you to say “my grades are failing, I’m worried I’m going to lose my scholarship to UMass and I’m terrified to face my parents.” Tumblr wants you to say “mom: how’s school? me: (insert jpg of a turtle covered in spaghetti).”

Tumblr does not want you to make posts meant to be heard at or below the volume of your followers list. Your personal posts are just crowding the memes. 

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I enjoyed the new Captain America movie quite a bit. But I knew its soundtrack was missing something.

Tumblr Social Justice Shooting Itself in the Foot Again
  • Do not doxx people for disagreeing with you
  • Do not try to get strangers fired for disagreeing with you
  • Do not threaten, harass, and attempt to silence people who disagree with you
  • TALK ABOUT IT INSTEAD

It is massively embarrassing to learn that infamous “anti-sjw” comic artist plebcomics has been doxxed and fired for her political cartoons. To plebdox and all the people who called up her place of business/sent them emails, I don’t know what disagreement inspired you. Odds are I disagree with the same things, was pissed off at the same comics. But your behavior, the behavior of all doxxers and harassers, sabotages the entire point of social justice blogging. It is supposed to be an outlet for the oppressed to tell their stories from their perspective. It is supposed to be a means for any voice to be heard, no matter how marginalized, no matter how unpopular. It is supposed to begin conversations that need to happen. What your goal is, what your actions aim to do, is shut conversation down. That is a double edged sword that runs us all through.

Not only does doxxing beget more doxxing, it delegitimizes important issues that deserve to be discussed. It delegitimizes people that deserve to be heard. It justifies people ignoring us.

You cannot punish people into agreeing with you. You cannot punish the world into no longer hurting you. The best any of us can do is try to show the world reason. And this act was entirely unreasonable.

I disagree with Plebcomics on loads of issues. I frequently don’t like her approach to debates. I’ve been offended by her comics, I’ve blown up at her more than once. But to her credit she has debated back. When I’ve talked to her with respect, she’s talked to me with respect. The only times I have seen anybody change their mind on the internet, they were approached with thoughtful, civil debate. But when you attack people, you justify them attacking you. Try to shut opponents up and you justify them shutting you up. You can’t change every mind on the internet, but you can move on to the ones you can change. Plebcomics has no power you yourself don’t have.

In nearly every comic she’s made there is the same theme, the same core criticism, and regardless of her other opinions that point rings true: there are too many immature people who cannot rationally deal with dissent. Doxxers, the screamy strawman SJW characters in her comics came to life, and they are you.

True story:

Recently I substitute taught for a first grade class and they were making slideshows about a field trip they had taken to the zoo, adding captions to photos they had taken. A little girl showed me her photograph of a toucan sitting in its nest and asked me “how d’you spell ‘a cute bed’?”

“A-c-u-t-e-b-e-d,” I told her.

She wrote it down then looked at me strangely. “But, how d'you spell ‘bed’?” she asked.

“That’s ‘b-e-d,’” I repeated.

“No, I mean, ‘behhhhd.’’

Uh. “That’s spelled ‘B’-’beh’-’E’-’eh’-’D’-’deh.’ ‘Bed.’”

“Nooo,” she said, “I’m from Austr-ah-lia.”

“OH!” I laughed. “B-i-r-d.”

I have a new phone

It is customized. With a very specific goal in mind.

Google’s Moto X. Some people have expressed trepidation at what sort of personal information its voice recognizing virtual assistant might upload to Google’s database.

I figured if I am going to have an Evil AI Lady in my phone, I want to have The Best Evil AI Lady in my phone.

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One of the most bizarre Let It Go tributes I’ve seen yet.

Today I was subbing at a Montessori school in a class with kids aged 2.5-6ish (they group together kids of a broader range of ages and abilities than traditional schools). One of the older girls was a little separate on the playground, crying because her friend wanted to play with another girl instead of her. A younger boy in her class cheerily approached, told her to “let all the sads out” into his cupped hand so he could get rid of them. She told him to go away and hid her face further into her knees. The little boy said “well I’m gonna do it anyway.”  He then put his hands above her head, made a “shooop” sound, turned as if holding an invisible ball and tossed his hands away with a triumphant yell, commanding the sads to not come back.

She resumed playing with some other kids a short time later. The faith healing psychotherapy was a success.

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Today, sitting on my doorstep in a priority mail tracked and insured cardboard box was a frog kickball.

I do not know who sent me this frog kickball, or why.

There was no note inside its box. Nobody had given me any indication that I should have been expecting a package.

However, it is a fine frog kickball. In fact it is without a doubt the best frog kickball I have ever seen.

If you are reading this, dear sender of frog kickball, thank you for blessing me with this lovely gift. It satisfies all my frog and kickball related needs, and my life is richer for it.