i really love our generation’s joke trend of like, very calm but incredibly inflated hyperbole. like nobody says “oh she’s pretty” anymore we say “i would willingly let her murder me” and everyone is just like “lol same”
i think “same” is also great and “me,” i love when somebody reblogs a picture of like, a lizard, and just says “me” and we all know exactly what they mean. the current online Humor Discourse is remarkable because we trade exclusively in metaphors and implications and nobody ever, ever says anything outright and yet EVERYBODY understands each other perfectly
This reminds me of the time when I was on vacation with my family and we were hiking, and after using a rest stop, the conversation turned to the grossness of outhouses and port-a-potties, and I said that if I ever got splashback from a port-a-potty, “my soul would depart my body.” My parents found that hilarious, and my dad commented that my generation can be so clever with words bc he would only think to say something like “It would be disgusting” which doesn’t convey the sentiment nearly as well as “my soul would depart my body.”
I freaking love Avatar the Last Airbender because there is a character for everyone. Have issues trying to live up to your parents expectations? Meet Prince Zuko. Feel like the world is expecting too much from you and you rely on your friendships to help? There’s a guy named Aang for that. Feel like you aren’t important or special enough but want to still contribute? Sokka is your man. Compassionate to a fault and tired of the world seeing femininity as bad? Go Katara! Beautiful and strong as heck and ready for a hot dude to make out with? Welcome to the life of Suki. Hate everyone because you know you’re the baddest person up in this club? You’re Toph and I’m scared of you.
And don’t even get me started on the sequel series.
“Indeed, despite programs designed to interest girls in STEM, GoldieBlox, and supermodels celebrating the virtues of coding, the fields are still overwhelmingly male and seem virtually resistant to change. Jahren, a geochemist and geobiologist, argues that the problem is hardly one of enthusiasm, but rather widespread sexual harassment in the fields that, unsurprisingly, goes unpunished.
The kind of sexual harassment Jahren describes is hardly that of a Mad Men episode: groping and outright dickishness are easier to label and condemn as sexual harassment (and it’s worth noting that STEM has a problem with that too).
Rather, it’s the kind that prioritizes men’s feelings, and their expression of them, over the simple act of treating a woman as a professional colleague. Jahren persuasively argues that the persistence of this kind of behavior—the constant demand from both male colleagues and academic advisors that their feelings be acknowledged and legitimized—is one of the reasons women leave STEM fields.
An email forwarded to Jahren by a former student asking her advice typifies the problem:
[The student] forwarded an email she had received from a senior colleague that opened, “Can I share something deeply personal with you?” Within the email, he detonates what he described as a “truth bomb”: “All I know is that from the first day I talked to you, there hadn’t been a single day or hour when you weren’t on my mind.” He tells her she is “incredibly attractive” and “adorably dorky.” He reminds her, in detail, of how he has helped her professionally: “I couldn’t believe the things I was compelled to do for you.” He describes being near her as “exhilarating and frustrating at the same time” and himself as “utterly unable to get a grip” as a result. He closes by assuring her, “That’s just the way things are and you’re gonna have to deal with me until one of us leaves.”
It’s hard to imagine that the sender of the email thought that it would earn him the romantic admiration of his female colleague, coupled as it is with a vague threat likely meant to convey the authentic intensity of his attraction. And yet, as Jahren writes, this behavior has “been encountered by every single woman I know.”
I have no concept of the pain scale, like…I just realized that last week I said I was in especially awful hip pain and when my pt asked to rate it I said “3”. And then this week I said I felt a lot better than last week and when she asked me to rate it I said “3”. I really don’t know what the numbers are supposed to be. I know it’s supposed to be out of ten but like. I think I rate the pain by what time of the day it is. Like “i will rate the pain I’m in at a 5 at the end of the day, so compared to what my pain level will be later, what I’m feeling right now is a 3.” I also think i rate in overall pain rather than specific pain? Like, systemically I’m at a five. Some parts will be worse or better but i just rate it all at five because that’s the average
That and the Mankoski pain scale are what I go by! Two important things to note though: make sure your doctors know what scale you’re going by because we, especially women, have to play these mind games to get taken seriously- don’t just say “7″ because they might assume you’re being dramatic, say “7- as in my pain is impossible to ignore and severely restricting activities.” And secondly I don’t know about all hospitals, but at the hospital where I had my surgery my nurse told me to never underrate my pain because their protocol doesn’t have “use your own judgement’ if a patient is requesting more meds, but if you tell them your pain is an 8 or above they’re allowed to put in request for more meds with that as the reason.
Wingardium Leviosa Potter, you were named so that every time a teacher yells at you they’re going to make stuff fly around the room. Your mother wanted to call you Fred, but I thought this would be more true to his memory.
I wanted to take a minute to give a shout out to @words-writ-in-starlight, one of the most amazing people that i know. Today is her 19th birthday and I hope it was everything she could have hoped it would be.
To those who don’t know her: Go check out her blog. Not only does she have excellent taste in books and movies, she also has the best sense of humor and goes on the most informative, accurate and useful tangents and rants. If that isn’t a great sales pitch, I don’t know what is.
To those who already know her: You know what I’m talking about here. If you think she is as awesome as I think she is, maybe go let her know or wish her a happy birthday.
In an effort to take up less space on people’s dashes, I’m going to put my sappiness below the read more.
Oooooh nooooo, my platonic wife is too good to me, everyone look at how good my platonic wife is to me, she’s the best ever. She listens to me yell about people and rant about my writing and about medicine and about religion and when we have bad days we lie on the floor together in our bras and stare at the ceiling and talk about deep stuff until terrible hours of the night. That post I made about good things, she’s a good thing. She’s the BEST thing.
We all talk about the mother-son relationship between Molly and Harry but barely of McGonagall and Harry
McGonagall
spent hours spying on the Dursley’s and didn’t want Harry to be put in their care
she bought him a Nimbus 2000 with her own money and since it was new at the time, it must’ve cost a lot
she put Harry on the quidditch
team without checking with Oliver Wood and if it had been another student who was caught flying, they would have been expelled on the spot
she defended Harry in front of Umbridge “He has achieved high marks in all Defence Against the Dark Arts tests set by a competent teacher”
“Potter. I will assist you to become an Auror if it is the last thing I do! If I have to coach you nightly I will make sure you achieve the required results!”
when Amycus spat at McGonagall, Harry cast the cruciatus curse on him which worked meaning Harry truly meant it, and when McGonagall called him foolish, Harry replied as if his actions didn’t need explanation
“The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound” when
McGonagall thought Harry was dead
she was one of the first to reach Harry when he defeated Voldemort
I fucking love how tumblr has been using high flicker rate gifs on the login screen. Have you not heard of epilepsy?
not to mention that once in a while i go to a blog, and either the url is changed, they deleted, or i just typed it wrong, and it’s literally always a p high flicker rate gif:/
For anyone with sensitive eyes or epilepsy, if you’ve downloaded AdBlock, you can get rid of these GIFs.
Go to ‘options’, it should open up in another window. You can then go to ‘customise’ tab, and select ‘manually edit your filters’.
If you then paste tumblr.com###fullscreen_post_bg, the GIFs should no longer show up (in the very least, they shouldn’t show up when you go to an unclaimed URL).
Reblogging for any followers who have issues with this.
All tests should be open book. It’s not like your future boss is going to say, “I need those tax returns finished by noon, but don’t look at any of the financial statements. Do it all from memory.”
Exactly! You should be tested on application of a concept not memory
I’ve told this story before but idc I’m doing it again.
My dad once taught some class at a conference. He gave everyone a worksheet and after watching them flounder for a few minutes on their own he said, “You guys know you can talk to each other and work together, right?” These were industry professionals who suddenly reverted back to that must-not-collaborate mentality when put in a classroom setting.
Ok I’m losing my shit right now because I just witnessed the sickest burn a 7 year old could ever deliver.
I’m just sitting here at the park and there’s a group of little girls near me. They decided to play ‘Disney Princesses’ and this one girl who probably thinks she’s the ‘leader’ was assigning each one a character. Clearly she was choosing them based on looks, as a brunette she was Snow White, the 2 blonde ones got to be Cinderella and Elsa…
So when she got to this little Asian girl she obviously chose Mulan. So the Asian girl is like “Why am I Mulan? She’s not a princess”. The leader says in a nasty tone “Yeah but you have small eyes like her”. The Asian girl went quiet for a few seconds but then proceeded with the straightest face ever: “Then I think you should be one of Cinderella’s sisters”. The leader tilts her head and goes “Why?”, so my little heroine goes “because you’re ugly like them”
what you think your theme says: minimalist. aesthetic. simplistic small font.
what your theme actually says: this is a blog for ants. no humans can read this. zoom is impossible because only ants are supposed to read this blog. i like giving people headaches
20,000 notes. Twenty thousand notes. That is at least ten thousand other salty blind people that are sick and tired of squinting to read shitty pastel anime ant blogs. My whining has struck some intense chord with the Internet, and the general opinion is clear:
The only people who like tiny ass ant blogs are the ones who never have to read them. If you ever want someone else to read your blog without having to change their monitor settings and glue their pupils to the screen, change your damn theme
“The reason women are turning you down for casual sex seems to be that, for one thing, a lot of you are calling them sluts afterward. Also, a lot of you aren’t bothering to try to be good in bed.”—
Terri Conley, professor of psychology and women’s studies at the University of Michigan.
How could you be against free college. Like if I think about student loans for more than a few minutes I think about jumping off a cliff have some pity damn
Because hundreds of thousands of people have already paid for their tuition. Should they be reimbursed? It’s not fair to the people who have already paid/ are paying for college. That’s why.
Yeah I love thinking how my kids are gonna cry and have panic attacks because of the heavy student loans they’re gonna have just because they want to go to a good school. Yeah I really want them to suffer just like I did bc yknow I paid why should they have it any easier than me?? I don’t want America to be better than I found it. Fuck future generations.
i dont think we should use cars because it’s not fair to the people who had to travel via horseback. should they be resurrected with necromancy and allowed to apply for a drivers license? think logically here
Today was my birthday (I am 19 and…you know, I keep waiting to feel like an adult and like this is my second year doin’ the thing, and I feel like I’m still kind of five and needing to hold hands to cross the street, you feel me?) and I just want to say one thing.
Sometimes things are good. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes they’re awful, sometimes they’re acutely horrible and sometimes they’re just low-level unpleasant, but other times they’re good. And like, listen, eight years ago I was alone and depressed and drowning, and four years ago I was shouting in classes and getting in fights in hallways and running the ragged edge of expulsion and hurting myself by accident because I was so bored that I would scratch my arms or scalp raw without thinking, and I still have really terrible days when I shake with anxiety or have flashbacks or feel like I’m in everybody’s way or can’t eat food I haven’t prepared myself.
But today I’m home from college on spring break and I slept in, and I went out to a coffee shop with my parents and argued about how well anarchy would work as a theoretical political system and laughed and joked, and my best friend @twistedangelsays sent me an all-caps message to wish me happy birthday and listened to me talk about the novel I’m planning to write about a bisexual technopath and her girlfriend taking down corrupt governments together, and I watched Mad Mac: Fury Road with my parents and it was just as good the nth time around. And it was good.
So I guess my point is that…if it’s bad for you right now, I get that. I’ve been there. And as cliche as it sounds, it does get better. To quote what is (in my opinion) one of the best action movies humanity’s ever churned out, “It’s a hard day.” And sometimes it’s just a hard day. But other times it’s good. And today was good.
And I’ve decided that it might be okay to hold hands when you cross the street even if you’re a grown-up.
Robert E. Lee himself refused to wear his confederate uniform after the confederacy’s defeat in the American civil war. At his funeral he was not buried in it and no one in attendance was permitted to wear theirs either. He also declared that his confederate battle flag (what we now call “the confederate flag”) never be raised again and that it was a flag of treason.
fred and george, as well as most of hogwarts tbh, basically fought against an oppressive authority figure with an extended prank war and tbh i think that’s beautiful
About 60 drawings and hieroglyphic inscriptions, dating back around 5,000 years, have been discovered at a site called Wadi Ameyra in Egypt’s Sinai Desert. Carved in stone they were created by mining expeditions sent out by early Egyptian pharaohs archaeologists say.
They reveal new information on the early pharaohs. For instance, one inscription the researchers found tells of a queen named Neith-Hotep who ruled Egypt 5,000 years ago as regent to a young pharaoh named Djer.
Archaeologists estimate that the earliest carvings at Wadi Ameyra date back around 5,200 years, while the most recent date to the reign of a pharaoh named Nebre, who ruled about 4,800 years ago. Read more.
Yes, you should eat. You should always eat. No more of this sitting around for an hour with your cup of coffee trying to decide. You should always eat. There is never a time when skipping a meal is the right answer. Go eat, because you need to. Go eat, because you have a life to live.
…………………reblog this and say something nice about the person u reblogged it from because there’s too much hate on my dashboard right now and its making me upset so lets start a chain of love
Censorship of sexuality, especially while simultaneously violence, particularly sexual violence, is left uncensored, and the harmful implication this juxtaposition has on our collective sexual wellness, is something I’ve written a lot about, like here and here. Hell, I’ve even written a book about it.
So when I found out there is a new “kid safe” search engine called Kiddle designed to block adult search returns for children, I feared it had sex-is-bad-and-violence-is-normal disaster written all over it. When I learned the results are handpicked by humans and not a computer broadly banning based on keywords, I was extra curious to see if I was still right. I was.
I typed in a bunch of different searches that a child might reasonably want or *need* to anonymously ask the Internet. Well, I’ll let you see the results for yourself:
My girlfriend hits me” is also a bad word.
Inquiries about vaginal discharge are, you guessed it, also bad words.
Related bad words: menstrual care, menstrual pads, menstruation, and uterus.
When avoiding a gay dating website in the search results is considered a higher priority of “safety” for children than their homelessness, and you recommend confronting their abusive parents, we have a tish bit of a problem.
If I was 12, typed this into a search engine, and instead of results got a “bad word” finger wagging, I would take the answer to the “is it ok to be bisexual” question as a big fat NO it’s not OK :(
But the human censors apparently allows kids to search for this one under their “kid safe” censorship policies.
So questions about puberty, health, identity, and seeking help for sexual abuse is not “safe”, but kids buying guns is. I feel like a broken record, so I’m going to let you all unpack it this time. Discuss:
Sirius was not handed his life on a silver platter.
Sirius chose to step out of his comfort zone and befriend James instead of the people his parents wanted him to befriend.
Given that Sirius had spent a lifetime being brainwashed, I would not be surprised if he still held some prejudices when he started his first year. But he chose to keep his mouth shut and get to know people like Remus and Lily. He chose to remain friends with Remus even after finding out he was a werewolf.
He chose to be ostracized by his family and other purebloods in Slytherin. He chose to argue with his parents until the split was irreparable. He chose to run away and risk being disinherited. He chose to join the Order and risk his life, even though he knew that some of his family members and childhood playmates would be standing on the other side. Sirius chose to put his life at risk for his friends. He chose to continue fighting after his father, brother, and many of his fellow Order members died. He chose to risk his life for his friends. He chose to risk his life to protect Harry.
okay but imagine a sixth year lily evans doing research for her muggle studies class (”i want to know what hogwarts is teaching about my people” is what she tells the confused) and she comes across the name henry potter, who championed muggle rights during a muggle world war and she pauses at the name and knows that it can only mean one thing, but she asks him anyway
and james is just like “yeah he’s my grandfather. rad, isn’t it? i want to be just like him” and he smiles and asks what else she found about about henry and the whole time lily is like “shit shit shitSHIT hes perfect”
