Hands down my fave thing about hurricane season is when zoos put their birds in the bathroom to protect them from the wind and we get images like this
Photo from St Augustine Alligator Farm
“Well, I do like cake, but pleasure makes me tense sometimes.”
from the play Primary Trust by Eboni Booth
I love opening up this website first thing like the morning paper and immediately seeing multiple posts like "how to get rid of the evil clown on the dashboard". like oh is this what we're doing today
I'm gonna start adding this to every post I see about this advertising bs that tumblr are pulling
not only is it annoying, and in some countries probably illegal for not declaring a paid partnership
TUMBLR IS CROSSING THE PICKET LINE
They are taking money from Netflix to promote a show.
Actors and writers are unable to promote work because of the ongoing WGA and SAG-AFTRA strikes.
Netflix is under the AMPTP, so it is a struck company, making One Piece a struck work.
So they are using alternate ways of promoting their products, including paying companies like tumblr.
Both the WGA and SAG-AFTRA have made statements saying that they consider anyone or company taking payment to promote struck work as crossing the picket line.
Tumblr is spitting in the face of struggling actors and writers to make a quick buck from Netflix
tumblr is not "crossing the picket line" by advertising for Netflix because tumblr is not a member of SAG-AFTRA or the WGA. Striking talent has stated outright that they want people to watch and engage with the work they've done and the series they've worked on, PARTICULARLY during the strike. The AMPTP needs to know that the things they make have VALUE to the common viewer.
They've encouraged film and television reviewers to continue reviewing. They've encouraged people to go watch the things they've worked on. Guild members can't advertise their work, so NON-GUILD PEOPLE HAVE TO IN ORDER TO PROVE THAT PEOPLE WANT WHAT STRIKING WORKERS CREATE.
This ad campaign fucking sucks, but this is absolutely not what you're posing it as. tumblr can't engage in "scab behavior" because TUMBLR IS NOT A MEMBER OF ANY STRIKING GUILD.
someone smarter than me needs to write a full breakdown of how a lot of modern "feminism" is actually just christian complementarianism wearing a pink trenchcoat
#so much of it is just propaganda to encourage women to embrace “our natural role”#including the idea that women are uniquely virtuous/intuitive/nurturing/vulnerable/special/etc#divine feminine and all that you're literally just regurgitating the stuff that's supposed to make us content to be subordinate#it's not even a shiny new coat half the time it's the exact same stuff regressive churches explicitly teach (@thatdiabolicalfeminist)
if my dog turned out to be a horrifying ancient murderous shapeshifting alien creature I would simply love and treasure them for who they really are. sorry about the carnage I guess but I'm different
turning someone into a vampire is gay sex
I get what internet (often borderline or overt rad)feminists are trying to say with shit about how men never have to deal with x, but sooo many of the examples get shot to shit when you apply any other Man to the example than a cishet rich thin white guy.
“When have men ever had to worry about being killed for something they wore?” Black men. Gay men. Trans men.
“When have men ever been body shamed?” Fat men, balding men, disabled men.
“When have men ever had to worry about walking home at night?” Black men, gay men.
People reinvent “if men could get pregnant” over and over and when someone says “oh they do actually” it’s always viewed as hostile and not a potential intersection.
Like no, you do not have to coddle men, but men saying “hey I do know what it’s like actually” are not outright our enemy trying to center themselves, they are often extending a hand saying “hey I do get it too.”
sometimes they're also saying "stop erasing us goddammit"
Remembering Legendary British DJ John Peel on his birthday...
People need a coherent idea of what a chaser means cause if you view it as a wholly negative term and then apply it to people who are a tad too enthusiastic about being attracted to fat people then what you’re dealing with isn’t a person who calls out chasers, what you’re dealing with is a person who thinks attraction to fatness is abnormal and not to be expressed publicly.
"But you're so successful without it."
Content warning: This post contains mentions of suicidal ideation.
I got a message earlier tonight that I'm not going to post, but I did ask the person involved if I could talk about what we subsequently ended up talking about in DMs because I feel it's important.
Basically, it was along the lines of "My kid got diagnosed with ADHD and really wants to try meds. I know from reading your blog that correct treatment for ADHD can be really beneficial, but I just don't think she's severe enough to need them."
The message then went on to ask me, as someone who is unmedicated with ADHD, for some tricks and tips on how to be successful without medication because clearly, look how well I'm doing without them. I mean, look at my blog, look at my book(s)! Surely if I can do all that without ADHD meds, other people can too. Surely there's a trick. A skill. Something you can learn if you just try hard enough...
This is not the first time I have received a message like this. In fact, I probably get about 2-5 messages like this a week.
Usually from other people who also have ADHD/suspect ADHD but don't want medication because they don't think they need it/don't want to need it, and yet can't figure out why they're struggling so much, and ask me how do I do the thing(s) and cope so well and get so much done, etc., etc.
So I'm going to tell you what I told this person tonight in case it helps someone. Yes, I have ADHD. No, I am not medicated due to severe health complications, and yes, I get a lot done. From the outside, I am sure it looks incredibly productive and successful. But I'm going to let you in on what that success feels like.
It feels like dying.
It feels like my brain is on fire; every nerve in my body scraped raw; every part of me wired and exposed to the noise of the world. There is no quiet; there is no calm. And even when my brain does fall silent, it's another kind of death. The inside of my head is sludge, flowing uphill like treacle, weighing me down, pulling me under in the riptide of my inability to focus. I can see what needs to be done, I can see it so clearly, yet sometimes it's like I don't control my own body. Not enough dopamine. Not enough brain chemicals for the message I'm screaming in my head to make my limbs do the simplest of tasks. Like, feed myself. Take a shower. Answer that email. Text my friends back. Go to bed when I'm tired. Write a best-selling novel...
A novel that almost killed me and not because of my other ailments, but because of my unmedicated ADHD.
I didn't realize it at the time, but I was already operating at critical mass when I went into final rewrites/edits. Every coping mechanism I had fell apart. Like training wheels falling off a tricycle, leaving me to wobble unsteadily until the main wheels fell off, swiftly followed by the handlebars until all that was left was me peddling frantically trying to keep my balance and not getting anywhere. I didn't realize it then, but I was heading towards a complete mental collapse. And even when I dragged myself across the finish line with the above and beyond help provided by my friends and editors, I was so burned out I couldn't enjoy my success. Worse, my success made me suicidal.
It took me until very recently, almost two years later, to be able to read Phangs without feeling suicidal. My brain associated it with the trauma of experiencing complete ADHD burnout but having to complete a monumental task anyway.
I had to go into intensive therapy to recover. I am still in intensive therapy for it.
It took me even longer after that to be able to sit down and write without harming myself. I still struggle with it, and I tell you this in all honest sincerity in the hope it makes you realize what it costs me to be "successful" and unmedicated.
And this wasn't the first time I've had to deal with this, either.
I struggled all through high school, all through college, all through every career job I ever had, knowing there was something wrong, but not quite being able to put my finger on it because hey, I still got stuff done, so it couldn't be that bad, right? Surely everyone went through life feeling this way? Right?
...right?
It wasn't until I got my ADHD diagnosis as an adult that I realized what was happening. Why I struggled so much. Why life was so hard. In many ways, it was like the sun coming up. An internal dawning of realization and acceptance, but also rage.
So much rage.
Rage at how much I'd had to struggle because no one noticed because I was quiet and undisruptive. Rage at a system that forced me to learn in ways that were not intuitive to my brain. To always being told, "doesn't apply herself" while it felt like I was clawing my brain apart trying to do what people wanted from me. To a work-life balance, that rewards all the things that make ADHD actively worse. Rage. So much rage it hurts. And to top it all off, I can't be medicated for it. I finally know what's different, I finally know why my world feels raw and turned inside out, and I can't take any of the medications that might help me.
Do you know how angry I wake up every day that there is a possible solution just within my grasp, but my health conditions prevent me from trying them? Do you know how much it hurts? How much I grieve for the person I could be if I was able to have help beyond therapy and coaching? How much happier I could be...
Not productive. Not successful. Happy.
So ask yourself, what do you want more? A child who has to go through all of this and resents you for prolonging their suffering? Who winds up hating themselves by internalizing the false concept that if they just try hard enough, they can do whatever they set their mind to.
Or do you want to help them?
Or if this is you, why are you afraid to help yourself?
Please, don't use me as an example to harm yourself or others. Yes, I am successful without medication. But the toll is high. Too high.
Rid yourself of the idea that you need to suffer more to be allowed help. You don't. They don't. No one does.
Apologies for putting this back on your dashes, but it has been zero (0) months without a concerned ADHD parent messaging me to ask how I do what I do without medication.
As though I'll disclose some secret wisdom that their kid's psychologist is withholding from them. Sorry, I'm not here to validate your toxic anti-med beliefs.
*INCREDIBLY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER*
obviously it's the wildlife wrestling federation.
FLAPPER FANNY SAYS, by Anericn cartoonist, Ethel Hays (1892-1989).
I do not understand why Flapper Fanny has turned into a Lovecraftian Elder God in the Sugar Daddy cartoon.
god forbid a woman do anything