If you ever feel bad about ur life remember the time very, very long ago (today) when I was incredibly stressed out for two weeks because the cool barista told me she hoped I “had an unfortunate day” every morning, so I thought she hated me. Two weeks is how long it took me to piece together that my last name is Baudelaire. Was I clued in when she told me to watch out for men with ankle tattoos? No. No, I was not.
Don’t say you love me if I’m only gray to you. It’s either black or white, yes or no, up or down. There’s no ‘well maybe she’ll work’. I am a gift to you and if you do not cherish me like the queen I am, then leave and stop wasting my time. If you want to be with me, you have to work for it. I am not a prize to be won but I am the judge seeing if you are suitable and willing to deal with me. Deal with my random rambles and my soft kisses and my ugly laugh and my cute chubby tummy and my hot screams. Do not say you want me because I’m better than nothing. If anything, you need me more than I need you.
PLEASE tell us how vegetables are a social construct
so a long time ago humans were trying to figure out edible plant matter, right
and because they didn’t have fucking microscopes or anything they were like “okay we have to divide them in some way that is easy for us to figure out”
so they COULD have divided them up by like, color or some shit
like all the red things are called noogles and all the orange ones are called fuckips and all the yellow ones are called snarglebutts or whatever
but they didn’t
they divided them by taste, which makes sense if you’re trying to sort edible plant matter, the whole point is eating them so why not sort them by the most likely reason you need to know the difference between them
so all the sweet tasting things are called fruits and all the not sweet tasting things are called vegetables
except like other than that there’s no rhyme or reason to it at all??
like potatoes are roots and broccoli is a flower and pumpkins are fruits and celery are stalks
but we’re putting them together because they don’t taste sweet
and lemons are juicy and wet but not sweet but they’re fruit for some reason but tomatoes aren’t even though they’re also juicy but not sweet and carrots aren’t even though carrots can be sweet
meanwhile apples are genetically more closely related to fucking roses than they are to shit like blueberries but because they both taste good in pie we put apples and blueberries in the same group and roses are a different thing
like, there’s a good reason why we sort plants this way, and that reason is “it’s easier to make food if you know vaguely what it tastes like beforehand,” and sorting plants by genetic family also makes sense if your reasoning is “i want to know what plants are related,” but they’re both sorting groups that humans made up and we could just as easily sort by color or shape if we decided that was an important thing we needed to know and that’s why it’s a social construct
Vivek Chibber explains how a movement of and by the poor and working classes based on labor is the only way to achieve social and economic justice within a capitalist system as part of the ABCs of Socialism series
I hate the way we can’t just like or dislike things anymore. Everything has to be a debate. If you dislike a thing, you have to prove that it’s objectively bad, preferably by calling it whatever-ist or whatever-phobic. And if you like a thing, you better be prepared to defend that preference against people who’ll tell you it’s whatever-ist or whatever-phobic.
Screw that. I like things because I like them. I dislike things because I dislike them. I don’t have to justify anything if I don’t want to, and other people sure as hell don’t have to justify anything to me. It’s okay to like different things. That’s why the world is so full of stuff, so that there’s something in it for everyone.
1.) How’s your life
2.) What Hogwarts house are you in?
3.) Do you know how to hide a body?
4.) What’s your favourite color?
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY
5.) Do you leave or stay when the credits roll in a Marvel movie. Wrong answer and I will file a restraining order.
The thing that’s honestly hilarious about aggressive and moralistic anti shipping movements is that it literally does not matter at all.
Nobody outside of a very niche bubble and a small number of people even remotely gives a shit. They pour all this time and energy into something that absolutely nobody in the real world outside of the Internet gives a flying fuck about. It would be sad if it wasn’t so funny.