the uneducated opinion

hedgehogsinpyjamas  asked:

For a previous Anon, Sinn Fein are by no stretch of the imagination saints but they're also not "literal terrorists". Maybe do a bit of research before you throw your uneducated opinion around.

sure do you remember that time Sinn Féin were in power and the ra rose again? Wait, what do you mean SF were never in power and we don’t know what they’re like?
I mean don’t get me wrong I understand where peoples’ concerns are

First off, oppression depends on what you consider bad. By feminist standards of oppression for women, men are oppressed. Just because you don’t recognize a problem when it happens to men, doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.

Now I am giving you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe you came to this conclusion that men face no issues for being men because that is popular opinion and you just go off of what people tell you. So I offer you this list here of just some of what men deal with.
If you actually care about equality, you will read it.

You just assume men don’t get made fun of for their weight or overall looks. And that is a selfish outlook. You only see it as an issue when it happens to women. But again, that is popular opinion, so I am giving you the benefit of the doubt here.

Feminism genders issues, makes complete non issues and the most miniscule things into issues of gender equality (like men spreading their legs when they sit of the pungent smell of cheese), feminists often show much hypocrisy by doing things like speaking over men about their experiences (like what you did) but complaining that it it’s bad when men do it. Feminists literally impose gender inequality like with Mary Koss’ gendered studies or or gendered rape laws in India (and have the nerve to perpetuate a concept like rape culture). Meninism mirrors these petty tactics but does it for men. People make fun of these methods when it is for men, completely unaware that feminism does it all the time.

Meninism is not an actual activism movement or ideology. Men’s rights activism and egalitarianism already covers that (much better than feminism does). Meninism is simply there to get feminists to see how foolish some (or in modern feminism’s case, most) of their methods and actions actually are.

Again, before replying, give the link a little glance. You will see that men actually do face a large amount of problems because of their gender, and they deserve activism. You might even change your tune and start advocating for equality for everyone!

Edit: nope. You did what I more or less expected, and blocked us. You responded asking us questions and blocked us.

Gotta say….benefit of the doubt was wasted here. You had no interest in an actual conversation. You just wanted to impose you rather uneducated opinion that men lead perfect lives and close your ears to anyone who says different.

Dissapointed but not surprised.

hey @storygiver thanks for blocking me! but how about you actually listen to a GERMAN who knows way more about the holocaust than you and btw: the four people I mentioned in my ask were killed on the 12th April 1933. meanwhile, the action t4 you are describing (and I am very well aware of this) was a gradual program to “exterminate” disabled people. the first law settled for it (the castration of disabled people) can be dated back to the 14th july 1933. but of course, everything about the holocaust was about disabled or gay people and not the six million Jews murdered. please don’t spread your uneducated opinion around to strengthen your pov!. thanks!

anonymous asked:

*shouts from the back* pleasepleasepleaseplease don't crosstag babycore with littlespace, cglre and any variants! As in, please remove those tags or don't use them in the future? It makes me and a lot of other age regressors uncomfortable because cglre and littlespace is originally based as a subset of ddlg and bdsm- even if your blog is sfw it's discomforting and that goes the same for kidcore tags,, thank you

Cglre is NOT originally a subset of bd//sm and dd//lg. It was created as a completely sfw age regression community, separate from those kink communities. Just because there are some similar letters doesn’t mean they have anything to do with each other. As for little space, you can’t tell me that those words were created for kink. What is little? Something small. What is space? Go outside and look up. Words can be used in different settings. Words can have multiple meanings. 

Now listen to this part at least, if you couldn’t get all of that through your head: IF YOU DON”T LIKE ME, BLOCK ME.

You guys gotta stop. Don’t send me asks with your uneducated opinions, it’s a waste of my time. Thank you! ♡

Ya know, despite calling yourselves critics, you all lack a certain act of professionalism that a critic must have to be considered critic. You all show little to none understanding of how characters, lighting, and cartoons work, yet you think it’s a good idea to put your uneducated opinion that’s most of the time really hateful and not even critical in tags where anyone can see. You’re not being critics, you are being crybabies who want the show to be how you want it and it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. Which, to be entirely honest, if you’re all viewing your opinions as superior and that nothing is wrong with them and you’re so obsessed with being “critical” I could just call you all stans. You do know what the word actually means right? Stop being hateful hypocrites and have discussions, not everyone has to be right and not everyone is going to be perfect for your standards. If you want to have a discussion about how things are going with me I’m completely open, just don’t be hateful about it, bring it up as an actual concern.

one of the things i hate most right now is that whenever someone finds out I like 1d they are like are you sad they’re splitting up and I of course say they’re not but i’ll miss them on break and they insist they are splitting up like you know jack shit about this situation wby shit on me with that negativity you are obviously trying to get a reaction and me being the weak ass bitch i am will give it to you but like please just stop you can’t even tell the boys apart why do you know more than me on this topic i can tell who they are by their fucking shoulderblade idk just leave me the fuck alone to wallow in my misery i am aware in the possibility that they might break up but they say they aren’t so i am staying optimistic take your uneducated opinion that’s only being used to try and rile me up out of my fucking face

I think we need to stop saying “because one person of a minority said this aspect of your portrayal of a minority was problematic, it’s definitely problematic” because although a minority’s opinion should be trusted over the uneducated opinion of a person in a majority (IE if a black person says to a white person “what you’re doing is cultural appropriation” you should probably trust the black person on that) because they have personal experience with the issues, personal experience varies depending on individuals in a minority group.

Some gay people are so uplifted by shows like Steven Universe and the Legend of Korra being willing to display lesbian relationships.  Other gay people argue that neither show was particularly good representation, because LOK’s ending was somewhat ambiguous until confirmed and Steven Universe’s gay relationships are only sometimes featured (unless you….count Garnet being in every episode as a “gay relationship” but I personally wouldnt).

Some Japanese people cared that the girl in the Ghost in the Shell movie was whitewashed.  Other Japanese people didn’t.

This next example’s going to be a little less mainstream and hard to follow since I dont want to bring attention to the issue, but there’s a content creator I follow who has been told that an idea they came up with completely independent of any representative agenda is offensive towards people with a certain mental illness.  And yet that content creator has been told by people who confirmed they had the mental illness that it makes them feel better about themselves and their disorder, and that they appreciate the light-hearted tone taken on the matter.

My point is not that “oh, someone said I’m problematic?  Too bad for them!!”  My point is that if someone calls what you’re doing problematic, do your research.  Dig around the internet, ask anyone who is actually part of that minority if you can (although preferably dont walk up to the first person you see with a mental disorder, or whose part of a certain race, or whatever, and ask “hey is [insert thing here] problematic?” because they probably dont care that much unless they’ve said otherwise)  Educate yourself, and educating yourself doesn’t mean taking the word of the first anon who barges into your inbox proclaiming that they know best.  Because they dont necessarily know best.  Nobody necessarily knows best.  I sure as hell dont know best, and that even goes for groups that I’m a minority of.  But I feel like if you actually do your research, you basically can’t go wrong, yknow?

The "I'm sorry I don't have a read more option on mobile" fanfic

Warning: my tablet stinks. Please stick with me if there aren’t any paragraph breaks.


Basis: Undertale fanfic. PTA Sans. Trigger warning because this is my first official fanfic sorry if it’s bad.

Frisk happily bounded up to the top of the bleachers, greeting their friends along the way. They always enjoyed sitting at the top. Not only did being up this high seem fun, but it gave them a perfect view of the rest of the gym.

Sans was sitting with the rest of the adults in the chairs, as they were having their PTA meeting. Frisk never understood why they invited the kids to stay in the gym while they had their meeting. It was so boring.

Sans wasn’t having fun either. These ridiculous people with their ridiculous uneducated opinions were enough to make anyone go mad. Every single time Linda spoke up, he almost fell asleep. Half the time he was joking, but once he actually did fall asleep. Eventually, Linda got fed up.

“If you aren’t going to be productive Sans, then go sit on the bleachers with the kids!”

Sans lazily walked up the steps, mumbling insulting puns under his breath.

Frisk stood up, exited to show Sans all their friends. The others were apprehensive. I mean, there was a skeleton walking around telling puns. Who wouldn’t be a bit worried at first? Sans turned to one of the kids, his hand outstretched.

“Don’t you know how to greet a new pal?” He moved his hand a bit, emphasizing that he wanted a handshake.

The kid hesitantly reached out his hand, and almost fell down in surprise when he heard a loud “PPPPHHHHHTFTF”. Frisk immediately burst into laughter, and the other kids followed suit. Sans looked down at the adults and saw most of them glaring in his direction, but he didn’t care.

After that, going to PTA meetings was fun. Sans often purposefully got himself exiled to the bleachers, where he was able to teach the kids more tricks. He taught them his best knock knock jokes, taught them how best to deliver a pun, taught them that getting yelled at for a pun was the best response.

Pretty soon, Frisk saw a change in their classmates. There was more laughing during class, and the students often set up the teachers for puns. The kids all knew what would happen, and all yelled “Geeeet dunked on!” when the punchline was delivered. Frisk greatly enjoyed the fact that all of the other kids seemed to genuinely like Sans.

Sans began to saw a change too. This one, however, was a negative change. The other adults in the PTA began to whisper when he walked in, and rumors began to spread. The adults often described him as a “bad influence”, and dragged their kids away when he got near.

Sans didn’t mind. He was used to the idiotic comments of the others. He had learned to ignore them. Besides, the kids were having fun, and that was all he cared about.

One day, when Sans and Frisk walked into the gym like normal, Linda gave them a pointed glare. She turned to the other parents and said just loud enough for them to hear, “I feel bad for Frisk. Having to grow up with that idiotic monster. I wouldn’t be surprised if they ended up in a mental institution, since they obviously love to hang out with these insane…things.”

Sans unconsciously took a step back. It was such a rude, uncalled for, and downright mean comment. Frisk looked up at their friends on the bleachers, trying to keep back tears. They didn’t exactly know what all the words Linda said meant, but they knew enough to know it wasn’t good.

Grabbing into Sans’ coat, Frisk looked up at him, a few tears falling as they said with a quiet voice, “Sans? What’s an institution? Am I really going there? Is it bad?”

Sans couldn’t bear to see them like this. Holding back his anger for just a few moments, he knelt down to Frisk’s height and put a hand on their shoulder.

“Nah kid, don’t worry. You aren’t going anywhere bad. I promise, nothing will happen to you.” With a pointed glare at the adults he turned back, deadly serious.

“I can’t promise nothing isn’t going to happen to these humans in a few moments, though. So hey, why don’t you go outside with your friends, build a sculpture of Linda, and wreck it for your uncle Sans okay? I have a feeling these humans are in for a b a d t i m e.”

Frisk looked at Sans with chills running down their back. He had asked them with his cold, black stare. He meant business, and Frisk wasn’t going to get in his way.

“Hey guys! Let’s go outside! I’m making a new recess time!” After hearing this, the kids eagerly ran outside, itching to get out of the stuffy and boring gym. Frisk looked back a moment before a blue aura slammed the door shut. Sighing, they went to go play with their friends, silently wishing that Sans would have Mercy.

Sans had no such plans. The lights flickered, the same moments that Sans was slowly approaching the now very afraid group of parents. Glaring up at them with one blue eye, Sans lifted them up off of the ground. It took all he had not to do anything drastic right then and there.

“Oh I get it now Linda. You think I’M the monster, huh? Well guess what, I think there’s an even worse one right here. In fact, there isn’t a single human in this room!”

The members of the PTA, realizing the intention of this particular comment, began to object. They immediately stopped once they saw the expression on Sans’ face.

Just as he was about to show them the true meaning of “get dunked on!”, he heard a tap at the door. Looking behind him, he saw Frisk’s face in the glass pane in the door.

Frisk had come back to make sure Sans didn’t do anything. They had been worried by the bright blue glow emanating from the room. They gave Sans a pointed look, and shook their head.

Sans hesitantly set the adults down and re-opened the doors. Frisk ran inside and gave Sans a hug.

“Oof, hey kid, not so tight. You don’t want me to fall apart!”

Frisk smiled up at him, glad that he didn’t do what he was about to.

“Come on Frisk, let’s get out of here. I think these humans have a lot to think about.”


“I think that, that is sort of an uneducated opinion. Maybe because I know more about the BDSM’ world, so it makes sense to me, but I…You know, everything that these characters do, they make the decision to do it. Christian doesn’t abuse Ana, she is not a victim. She is not a sad, weak-minded like…passive person. She is strong and confident and is exploring her body and her sexuality in a private environment with someone that she loves.“ -Dakota Johnson [On FSOG Promoting Domestic Violence] (x)(x)

kidzbopislyfe  asked:

Black girl blurb?

So here it is, here it FINALLY is, words can’t express how sorry I am for taking so long with this. I really did put a lot of work and thought into this, I tried really hard and even though it’s heavy stuff and it doesn’t have any smut, I hope you guys still like it. And I hope that my fellow black girls who read this maybe get some comfort out of it, because I wanted to write it to work out some of the issues I’ve been having about this stuff. 

The N word is used once in this blurb, so a warning for that. And, I guess I should tell you guys that the little story ‘you’ tell is something that happened to me when I was young. So. Yes. You’re welcome to tell me what you think, I hope you like it, and it was worth the wait <3

“You alright, love?” Harry’s voice cuts through the thicket of heavy thoughts occupying your mind, and you blink as you turn to look at him from over the car console. “You’re a bit quiet.”

You can tell by looking in his eyes that he knows what’s on your mind, he knows that you’ve been bracing yourself for this dinner party for days. He knows you only agreed to come for him. He just wants to know that you’re okay underneath it all. He wants to know you don’t hate him for it.

“I’m fine, baby,” you say quietly, placing your hand on his arm where it’s outstretched towards the steering wheel. The shirt he’s wearing is a crisp, pristine white, just sheer enough to be his style, and for a moment you stare at the contrast between it and your dark skin. It only drives your anticipation higher.

It isn’t that you don’t like any his friends; Harry is a sweet, open, funny guy, and therefore he attracts many of the same. Through your time of knowing him there are many friends of his that you would go so far as to call friends of your own as well.

The host of this party, however, is not one of them.

From the moment you met Blake there was something about him you didn’t like, something smug and snivelling in his face that put you off. As with everyone that Harry introduces you to though, you figure there must be something there that Harry sees in him, and so you resolved to withhold judgment until you got to know him better.

Getting to know him didn’t help. He proved to be as pompous and obnoxious as you had initially suspected, his ignorance never stopping him from loudly voicing his uneducated opinions, his pathological need to prove himself right in all situations making it utterly exhausting and infuriating to hold any meaningful conversation with him. Thankfully, he was a very busy man and often out of town, meaning you didn’t have to constantly suffer his presence, but it didn’t make those rare occurrences any easier to get through.

Harry, for his part, knows you well enough that he was aware of your contempt for his friend before you told him outright, but it wasn’t very easy for him to understand. Your boyfriend is really very intelligent, so much so that it frustrates you to no end that he doesn’t get enough credit for it, but when it comes to racial matters, he’s very much out of his element. Dating you only flustered him more, seeing as before he was able to remain mostly oblivious, now, with it loud and blatant and in his face, he didn’t know how to react. When the racist comments towards you started flooding in on social media, when tabloids printed articles of the two of you with headlines about him having caught a case of ‘jungle fever’, you weren’t happy about it of course, but it was nothing you didn’t expect. Harry, on the other hand, nearly gave him a stroke over it.

So you never felt like it would do you any good to sit Harry down and tell him you didn’t like his friend because you can tell he harbors racist views; it would upset and confuse him and it was a conversation you didn’t want to have to weather through. You just hoped that nothing ever happened to force the matter.

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anonymous asked:

I watched some of Raleigh's videos and they gave me a headache. Like trying to comprehend what she was saying made my brain hurt. And at the beginning of almost every video I watched she was like "sorry guys I hate to make this video but.." then don't?? If you know it's controversial and it will cause a lot of drama why do it???

I think she honestly likes to cause drama because her response videos to other people are often very nasty with a lot of yelling. I rarely have watched her videos in the past couple years, mostly because she makes money off of her views so I don’t want to contribute to it but her latest one is just so inflammatory and it’s for sure going to incite hate because her die hard followers will use it as confirmation for their uneducated opinions (that they probably originally got from watching her vids)

I could reply to the post that @gl1mps3 tagged me in, but other people were also tagged there. Since I am much too prideful for that, I figured I would just make my own post.

Cheers, Latula. My name is Dismas, I kill things for a living, and since I am rather old I have not tried either of the things you have mentioned. In my uneducated opinion, however, the first option sounds more appealing.

Which of the two would you have chosen, and what is it you do for a living, if you don’t mind me asking.

Sharing my opinion. Don't care if I get hate for it. I'm upset at the hypocrisy of the media.

The video I saw of TMZ talking about the DWUW video is the most ridiculous uneducated piece of fucking shit segment I have ever seen in my life. Rapey song? (And yes they said rapey SONG, not just rapey video).Do they not listen to the lyrics? Someone tell me how

“You can’t have my heart
And you won’t use my mind but
Do what you want (with my body)
Do what you want with my body
You can’t stop my voice cause
You don’t own my life but
Do what you want (with my body)”

sounds rapey. Or how about

“Write what you want
Say what you want ‘bout me
If you’re wondering
Know that I’m not sorry”


“I feel good, I walk alone
But then I trip over myself and I fall
I, I stand up, and then I’m okay
But then you print some shit
That makes me wanna scream”

Yeah that’s so fucking rapey. They’re talking out of their fucking asses. They are so uneducated it’s literally DISGUSTING.

Here’s what they had to say about the Do What U Want video:

And just to prove my point, here’s what they had to say about the Blurred Lines video:

“So remember, if you live in LA, and have money, and own a video camera, chicks will get naked for you!" 

Fucking ridiculous.

Uneducated piece of shit fucks.

UPDATE: The DWUW segment was removed due to copyright. xx

lydiia-martins  asked:

i hired a dog walking company and i’ve never met the person who comes to my apartment but they leave me really cute notes and they give my dog presents and i kind of love them because my dog does and ALSO one of the artists at this gallery opening is hella cute and i want them to paint me like one of their french girls AU for Jonsa where Sansa is the doggie walker for ghost 😻

Jon hadn’t been crazy about the idea of a dog walking service at first, but as Ghost grew and his schedule at work became more demanding, Jon realized that he didn’t have many options. Ghost needed his exercise, and Jon needed to provide it for him.

He hadn’t met the walker they’d assigned him, which bothered him at first, but the girl–Sansa–was obviously responsible and loved Ghost. She left notes every day telling Jon how Ghost had been (”He was a good boy so I gave him a treat.” “Ghost chased a squirrel at the park.” “A five-year-old called Ghost a bear and he seemed to like it.”), and more than once Jon came home to find brand-new dog toys. She’d even started making cartoons of Ghost’s adventures, which always made Jon smile.

He’d decided to keep all the cartoons and turn them into a comic book as a thank you gift for Sansa. He decided to take Ghost to the printing shop where it was waiting for him; on the way back, he saw that the new art gallery was having an open house and that some people had their dogs. He walked inside and looked around at some of the art. Most of it was rubbish in his uneducated opinion, but there was one series of flowers that he really liked. He was admiring one of the portraits when Ghost strained at his leash. Jon looked around and saw that Ghost was trying to reach a red-headed woman–possibly the most beautiful that Jon had ever seen.

“Ghostie!” the woman squealed, kneeling down and opening her arms wide.

Surprised, Jon released Ghost, who immediately bounded towards the woman and nearly barreled her over. She laughed and scratched the enormous dog behind the ears, cooing over him and giving his snout a kiss.

Jon walked over to her. “You…know my dog?”

The woman looked up at him with wide eyes, and then she laughed. “So you’re Jon!” she said, standing up. “I’m Sansa, I’ve been walking Ghost.”

Now it was Jon’s turn to widen his eyes. “You’re Sansa?” He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting–someone younger, perhaps, in sweats and t-shirts. Not this elegant woman in a slinky silver dress.

She smiled. “Yeah. Painting isn’t always financially steady, so I take on odd jobs, like walking dogs.”

Jon still had trouble imagining this woman as a dog walker. “So…you paint? Is your work here?”

She gestured to the flower paintings he’d been admiring. “It’s a series. Femininity through flowers.”

“These are amazing,” he said honestly. “They’re, uh, almost as good as your cartoons.”

Sansa laughed. “I don’t draw a lot of cartoons anymore, but with Ghost, I had to make an exception.”

Jon remembered the comic book in his bag. “Speaking of, I got you a little something.” He reached into his bag and handed her the comic book. “Just…a little something to say thank you.”

Sansa flipped through the book and beamed. “This is amazing! You kept all of these?!”

“They were really good.” He glanced around. “Er, I know you’ve got some…schmoozing to do, but do you want to stay for dinner tomorrow or something?”

Sansa’s smile grew. “That would be great.” She reached down to scratch Ghost behind the ears one last time. “I’ll just hang around after I walk Ghost, shall I?”

“Yeah, sure.” Jon raised his hand in a lame half-wave. “See you tomorrow.” He took Ghost’s leash and headed out of the gallery, trying not to think too hard about Sansa waiting for him when he came home tomorrow.