WHO’S YOUR LOLA NOW, BISH???

The Ultimate Vegan Christmas Tree Cake 

Wait a minute .. you guys aren't here for art references!

See also: the Mongolian Naadam festival

A lot of people around me are having kids and every day it becomes more apparent that hitting your children to punish them is insane because literally everything can be a horrible punishment in their eyes if you frame it as such.

Like, one family makes their toddler sit on the stairs for three minutes when he hits his brother or whatever. The stairs are well lit and he can see his family the whole time, he’s just not allowed to get up and leave the stairs or the timer starts over. He fucking hates it just because it’s framed as a punishment.

Another family use a baseball cap. It’s just a plain blue cap with nothing on it. When their toddler needs discipline he gets a timeout on a chair and has to put the cap on. When they’re out and about he just has to wear the cap but it gets the same reaction. Nobody around them can tell he’s being punished because it’s in no way an embarrassing cap, but HE knows and just the threat of having to wear it is enough.

And there isn’t the same contempt afterwards I’ve seen with kids whose parents hit them. One time the kid swung a stick at my dog, his mother immediately made him sit on the stairs, he screamed but stayed put, then he came over to my dog and gently said “Sorry Ellie” and went back to playing like nothing happened, but this time without swinging sticks at the nearby animals.

The psych nerds found out ages ago that punishments that make the child think for a few minutes (about one minute or year of age until they're tweens) is much more helpful to develope social intelligence and understanding than punishments which prevents thinking, like the ones that involve pain. In fact, corporal punishment encouraged lying, extreme reactions, violent outbursts, go figure, they don't trust you.

This is all really fucking serious and important and I'm mainly reblogging for that, because this correct mentality needs to be spread around more, but I'm also reblogging because I absolutely lost it at the child who dreads having to wear the normal blue hat of shame.

rich people be losing theoretical money and making it our problem. like imagine anyone not wealthy being like "this is how much money I thought I would be making and since I'm not, I'm taking it from someone who needs it way more than me" and then we call it inflation or rising costs of living

This twink wishes he was HALF the weirdo.

I love how this sentence could apply in either direction

no it couldn't. show gonzo some respect.

I think about this cake every day

sorry for exposing your tags but this is hilarious

OP, I hope you don’t mind me making an addition:

When I turned 17, we ordered a cake at the grocery store for my party, as we’d done many times before. If you wanted something written on the cake you’d write it into a section of the order form. We requested, very simply, “Happy Birthday Courtney”. When we went to pick it up the day of the party, this is what we got.

The bakery employees had absolutely no explanation for this. The order form, attached to the box, very clearly did not contain any of those extra names. Whomever had done the writing was no longer in, so there was no one to ask how this had happened. The fact that the name ‘Juan’ is misspelled bewilders me to this day. (I’ve never seen ‘Miley’ without the E, either, but it’s believable that someone might spell it that way.) Did this cake slip in from an alternate universe where I’m one quarter of a set of Hispanic quadruplets? Dyslexic Hispanic quadruplets, maybe?

This cake became the focal point of my party. At least two of my friends regularly called me ‘Courtney Mily Jaun Pablo’ for years to come. My siblings and I still reference it sometimes, eleven years later. It is probably the funniest thing ever to occur at any birthday celebration of my life, and may well remain so for the rest of my days.

I love a botched cake.

his ass is NOT a mechanic!!

btw op. if you even care .

i care.

abdullah, the palestinian boy who posts on his brother ashraf’s ig account sometimes (i mention him because i know a lot of people shared this video of him during the ceasefire) said they have to walk 2km to get any water and have resorted to eating pigeon/bird feed because they have no flour. i haven’t been able to stop thinking about them.

translation for the latest video:

Motaz posted a 22 minute video and here’s the takeaways:

- north Gaza is being heavily bombed. There are estimates say one person is killed every five (5) minutes.

- new massacre in jabalia, many killed with no media coverage (2 journalists were injured this morning.)

- no connection or food in the north, no food, only aid since the last pause

- Motaz has not showered for six days and others haven’t showered for weeks

- in two days, one Israeli drone came to Motaz’s home (and other houses) and it was able to kill and shoot

- there’s no food

- “you are waiting to die. This is what Gazans still alive now do. You are waiting to be killed,”

- everyday it gets worse

- aid does enter Gaza, but it is not enough. Israel won’t let a large amount enter.

- “you can’t help us, I’m sorry you can’t help us, you can’t do anything”

- he denied an interview from CNN since he does not want to be judged by people.

- “if you are human, you will share the videos, but don’t tell us you did something for us.”

- he works for UNRWAUSA, and those are the only people he trusts.

- people have been blaming him for not “doing enough/sharing enough”

- one thing in Arabic he says is “The death of Palestinians is easier than drinking water.”

- video linked here

If youre a black woman and you ever find yourself in a public conflict with a white woman I want you to try something, cry first. Cry first. Cry like you’ve never cried before. You be the damsel in distress first. I did this in accident once (I was genuinely in distress) and when I tell you this white bitch looked like she was going to self destruct. She was damn near shaking as people were being nice to me and ignoring her. She even tried to start crying herself to see if her old tricks would work but it was too late. I was the damsel in distress and she was the bitch. I’ll never forget that interaction as long as I live.

This is specifically a racialized conversation. This is not generic advice applicable to just any woman. Presenting this as good advice for any woman ignores that this is already a modality of white womanhood used to manipulate and terrorize black women. While I’m having a light hearted conversation amongst black women, this is a very serious topic. White women and their tears have quite literally on many occasions resulted in mass violent death in black communities. This is not a conversation that you can deracialize and I’m starting to get pissed off.

DON'T LOOK AWAY.