“Must have reliable transportation” = “this is how we legally discriminate against poor people who take the bus”
As someone who has held several management positions with hiring responsibility, this is true. The boss at my last job informed me before I conducted my very first I interview,
“You can’t outright ask someone if they have a car or have kids. That’s technically illegal. But you need to know because sometimes they can be deal breakers. You can just say ‘Do you have reliable transportation?’ and ‘Do you have any current circumstances that could impede you from being successful at work?’
To which the last one most people fumble and would say, “Well I have kids, so sometimes they could get sick. But that’s not often.” But then your potential employer could mark it down on your interview notes nonetheless.
I thought that maybe it was just my own employer. But now I noticed that I am asked both of these almost every time I interview for a job.
Language is very sneaky. Be careful how you answer. Corporations can be snakes.
In my businesses class my professor told us that the bus counts as reliable transportation. You do not legally have to say “I take the bus” just say “yes I do have reliable transportation” and leave it at that. Do not over share. DO NOT OVER SHARE. The second question just say no. If your kids are sick call out as if you are sick. I don’t have kids but I myself can get sick and that doesn’t hinder my ability to succeed so kids getting sick shouldn’t hinder you. When I call out I give as little info as possible. No one needs to know why you call out. They can’t ask about your “illness” because it violates HIPAA if they do. So as long as you don’t offer more info than you need to you should be okay.
I love how, because of that “Beautiful Cinnamon Roll Too Good For This World, Too Pure” Onion headline, “cinnamon roll” has become a commonly accepted phrase for “a character who is cute and kind and typically gets more pain in canon than they deserve”.
Like, we didn’t have a real phrase for that common phenomenon (wubbie maybe, but that has negative connotations ie “this character has been wubbiefied by the fandom”) and then someone used a screenshot of a headline from a satire news website to describe it, and then everyone else was like “yes good let’s use this”. You couldn’t make that shit up. I bet there are people who use that phrase now who didn’t even see that headline.
Language is evolving right before our eyes in a very weird and beautiful way and I am very very sorry for future linguist who have to puzzle this shit out.
Reblogging this because I didn’t know where “cinnamon roll” came from and I’ve been trying to figure it out for weeks.
The only kind of man who says, “Not all men are assholes,” is an asshole. If you really were a “nice guy,” you’d be saying, “Wow, lots of men are fucking assholes to women. Let’s do something to change that.”
i was 14 and i was walking through a mall by myself at 12am after my shift at coldstone creamery lol and a bunch of men started whistling and meowing and getting really close to me and they kept asking me questions and i kept not answering until i didn’t know what else to do so i said “i’m only 14” and almost in unison they said “we don’t care” i was so fucking scared i didn’t know what to do and they kept talking about how i looked and how my body looked and what they would do i was on the verge of tears i was all alone in a huge mall i knew i couldn’t outrun them all i felt totally hopeless until a maintenance worker came up to all of us with a huge industrial broom in her hand, i thought she was going to yell at all of us for being in the mall after hours bc she probably thought we were all friends but instead she cursed all of them out in spanish, threatened to press a panic button on her belt and then proceeded to walk me to the basement garage and waited with me until my mom got there to pick me up she had a death grip on her cart the whole time and a face of steel she looked so strong and i just kept saying thank you and she kept saying not to thank her because she had to stop them.
that was the moment i realized women were the most important beings on this planet and we have to protect each other bc nobody else is going to, she didn’t even know me, we couldn’t even communicate that well because of the language barrier, she could have lost her job for waiting with me in the parking lot but she looked out for me when she didn’t have to, she had nothing to gain from it, i’m 21 now and i tell everyone this story even though it happened 7 years ago, what she did that night helped me form and shape lot of my beliefs early on.
i was at a grocery store really late one night and some old guy kind of eyed me as i walked out of the store next to this other lady. She and I made eye contact and i knew she was scared too. we loaded up our groceries into our cars as fast as possible and I had way more bags than her so she got done faster than me. I panicked because i was sure she was going to leave so i just hurried faster, shaking a little, and then i noticed she sat in her car, watching me and making sure nobody came near. She waited not until all my groceries were loaded, or until my cart was put away, or until I got into my car. No, she didn’t drive away until I drove away.
And that was the moment that I realized how much women need other women. That we can’t win this war without each other and we have to be looking out for each other, every second.
my last year in new york city, i got off the subway around 9 or 10p.m. i only lived about 5 blocks from the f train, but i hadn’t gotten more than two before a woman’s hand suddenly touched my arm.
“that guy behind us is following you,” she said. “he was watching you leave the train car and followed you up.”
i hadn’t noticed him, or at least not noticed him following me. when we stopped outside a grocery store, he stopped half a block back and loitered. the woman linked her arm with mine and walked me several blocks out of her way to my front door and made sure i got inside safely.
another time, nocigar and i were walking home and at a stoplight a stranger grabbed my arm when i wouldn’t respond to him and tried to physically drag me over to him. she—who is, by the way, not a very physically imposing girl—ripped his hand off my arm and snarled, “don’t fucking touch her.”
protect your friends. protect strangers. there are good men in the world, but don’t wait for them to do something if you can do it yourself.
I was at a club once and my friend left with her boyfriend so I finished my drink and was heading out to the parking lot when three girls came up to me and basically surrounded me.
“Those guys behind us were talking about following you. We can walk with you.”
I have MMA training but have never in my life had been offered the protection and sanction of my own gender. This is so important.
GIRL CODE. FUCKIN’ GIRL CODE. LEAVE NO GIRL BEHIND. EVER.
yeah seriously tell us how wizardry’s done in the new world tell me how the wizards from france and spain and britain stamped out the brujos and the medicine men and set up their own schools tell me what the fuck the british raj did to fucking india because the patel twins are going to school in scotland and what are they told about their history, tell me about native american kids learning to say wingardium leviosa with hate in their hearts and tell me about wizarding rabbis bickering about whether you can use potions on the sabbath tell me about the slaves on their ships with their wands broken, mouthing curses in the dark tell me about the runaways that made it with garter snakes wrapped around their wrists that told them when they tasted dogs in the distance, tell me about the underground railroad and abolitionists with unbreakable vows and home-spun invisibility cloaks and disilusionments, using obliviate, using imperio, knowing that they served a higher justice, tell me about what happened to black wizards in the fifties, about what gates they were storming in the sixties tell me about queer wizards taking love potions every morning in their coffee to stay married to their husbands and their wives because what else could they do?
the world only begins and ends with straight white christians if you don’t bother looking any farther than that and too many people don’t and i am tired, tired, tired
so maybe this is only important to me, but about a month ago we had a pretty ‘typical’ suicide patient in my ER. she was 19. we gave her charcoal and made her throw up and gave her lots of fluids and she was able to leave our ER to get better help that next morning. but once she was awake, i went into her room and held her hand while she cried. i pulled her hair back while she threw up and rubbed her back because no one was there with her.
Last night, she walked back into my ER and asked for me by name. I came outside and she gave me the biggest hug and we talked for a while.
But let me tell you something: the first time i hugged her she smelled like blood and charcoal and puke. And the last time i hugged her, she smelled like flowery perfume and chlorine and chocolate ice cream. And it’s the most wonderful change i have ever experienced.
Don’t ever think that you don’t mean enough. Don’t ever think you aren’t worth it.
There is always someone who wants to hold you while you cry, even if you haven’t met them yet.
so this one time in my high school music class, the room was silent and all of a sudden you hear the Kim Possible ringtone and everyone whipped their heads around trying to figure out who it was
and the most popular guy in school whipped out his fucking phone
with the teacher staring at him
and whispers “what’s the sitch?”
i just want there to be one day where this doesn’t get a note and where my dash can live in peace
My father shot off fireworks last night, like he does every year for the 4th, but this year, some of the bigger ones kept falling over for whatever reason. I was sitting way away from everyone else, thinking if something happened, I would be out of the way. But as my luck always runs on the poor side, one of them shot right at me and I dove out of the way yelling “WITNESS” and my friend on the other side of the lawn yelled back “WITNESSED” and it was glorious despite almost getting shot in the face with a firework.
Early Feminists:
Oh hey, we see that you can vote. We would like to vote also. I mean, since most of those laws effect us too and all.
Men:
YOU JUST WANT SUPERIORITY OVER MEN!
Mid-century Feminists:
Hey, that whole thing about how you can have careers and earn a living wage outside the home? Yes that sounds nice, we'd like the option to do that as well.
Men:
YOU WANT A MATRIARCHY, THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT!
Late 20th century Feminists:
Hey we would like to make our own choices about our reproductive health, just like you've always had.
Men:
YOU ARE TRYING TO TAKE MEN'S RIGHTS AWAY!
Modern-day feminists:
Hey, if you could you stop sexually assaulting/harassing us and them blaming us for it, that'd be pretty great.
Men:
THIS IS MISANDRY, MISANDRY I SAY! FEMINISTS HAVE GONE TOO FAR!
Feminists:
Um...
Men:
THE END OF MEN IS NIGH! MALE OPPRESSION IS REAL! THE MATRIARCHAL AGE IS UPON US!
Rape Culture:
If a woman drinks alcohol and gets raped, it's partially her fault. If you don't want to get raped, you shouldn't be drinking.
Men at bars:
Can I buy you a drink?
Me:
No thanks.
Men at bars:
What the fuck, why not? Come on. Come ON, let me buy you some alcohol. God, I was being nice. Why would you turn down my generous offer? I guess chivalry really is dead. What a bitch.
If you are going to play the popular web game Agar.io be careful. If you misspell it as agor.io you will be led to a screamer website with a flashing image of Jeff the Killer. It is potentially dangerous to people with epilepsy or people who are prone to seizures. Reblog, it might save a life.
the reason I’ve stopped saying “most men/some white people/many straight people do X oppressive activity” is because if you’re a member of those groups, I want you to sit there and think, “do I do X? am I a part of that? am I an active part of the problem?”
if I say that only most or some people in those groups participates in X, that’s letting you off the hook! that means that you’re not asked to think about your actions and choices! and besides, even if you yourself aren’t doing X, chances are you know at least five people who do. and I want you to think about them too.
I honestly hate how art and media have kind of romanticized the idea of like “going off your meds and being your true self again” because like I started taking antidepressants and like immediately got a new job, found a place to live, improved my relationships with people in my life and completely reconciled with my sort of estranged ex-girlfriend?? Medication can be rad and while I realize that it’s not for everybody I don’t think anything should be trying to convince anyone that being on medication inherently makes you less of who you are
(Most) Medication is for helping you to be you again. The real me isn’t tired by just walking to the train station. The real me is not my anxiety or depression. They don’t define me.
The real me is who I am when I’m not anxious and feeling worthless 24/7.
Medication is supposed to be the chemical equivalent of glasses or a wheelchair, depending on the severity of impairment. It tries to help you compensate for what has been taken, been broken, or is missing.
In particular, i always hear the myth that anti-depressants give you “artificial happiness”… no, no, no. They give your brain the ability to be happy. You won’t always be happy, and sometimes you’ll be sad. But the happiness you’re able to feel when you’re on meds is your own, real, happiness.
swan lake starts out with the prince seigfried with his hilariously stupid name.
his mother is the queen of some unnamed kingdom, and on his birthday she not only gives him a crossbow, which is apparently common in quasi victorian times, but she also reminds him that since he is 21 and like an adult now that he needs to have some responsibilities. these include governing the kingdom and taking a wife, because you know, WHO RUN THE WORLD? GIRLS.
so he’s all like “gosh mom okay whatever i get it” and goes out with some of his broskies to go hunting with his new crossbow. he goes running after some swan and gets separated from his buds. the swan actually morphs into a woman and she’s all like “damn son please don’t shoot me”
he’s all like “man girlfriend you so fine but you’re like half swan and that’s kind of weird what’s your story?”
she tells him that her name is odette and shes a princess turned into a swan by a vengeful sorcerer rothbart who apparently has nothing better to do than torture young ladies, and trapped her and her swan maidens on a lake made out of her mother’s tears and they’re all pretty upset about it
at this point there is a lot of dancing of the swans which is probably the most memorable and gorgeous part of the ballet, but has absolutely nothing to do with the story other than being like “damn these girls are swans”
she’s all like “hey the only way i can get to be a real human again and save all my swan lady sisters is for a man to fall in love with me and swear it to the world”
and despite having known her and danced with her for only like 20 minutes by now he’s all like “oh course ill do that for you bae, in fact my mom is having a ball tonight you should come we’ll do it then”
von rothbart, who is listening in, is all like “hell no am i letting my swan bbs go” and he starts to concoct a plan to fuck up their love swearing shindig
act three flashes forward to the next night, with the ball. seigfried’s queen mom has brought all these eligible princesses from neighboring kingdoms to try to egg him on like “please get married already.” all the princesses are of course into it because hey, cute prince, and they all try to do their best dancing for him to remind him that they are the most marry-able
they dance with their entourages in a lot of traditional dances, like the hungarian czardas, until BOOM INTERRUPTION
in busts odette, or who we think is odette, and some dude. turns out rothbart has used his magic to tranform his daughter odile to look like odette, but she is a black swan, instead of a white swan.
this sassy bitch dances with seigfried and he’s completely enraptured- he totally thinks this is the same swan lady from the other night. she’s such a boss ass bitch with her rad thirty two fouettes and her like mad gorgeousness that he is completely convinced that she is odette, and of course he goes in front of everyone to swear his motherfucking love TO THE WRONG GIRL
this is the terrible moment where we see odette frantically flying at the window, and he realizes THAT HE HAS MADE A GRAVE MISTAKE
odile and rothbart laugh it up and leave in a flash of smoke because they think that odette is now going to be a swan forever with her swan girlfriends and seigfried busts out to there to go look for her
he gets to the lake and odette is in tears, surrounded and protected by her flock, who don’t want to let this dude in. she listens to his plea and forgives him
then she decides that the only way to free her flock of swans is to kill herself, and she leaps off the cliff into the lake, drowning herself, despite the fact that SHE IS A BIRD AND SWAN CAN SWIM, and seigfried, unable to live without her and wracked with guilt, follows her and jumps to his death.
with the two’s selfless death and eternal love, the swans are freed from their bondage and rothbart dies, as we see their eternal souls floating over in the horizon.
(in some versions, the two promise o jump off the cliff and the romise in and off itself frees the swans so nobody has to die, and in some versions, they fight rothbart and kill him, and in other versions, only odette dies, so i can see how this might get confusing)
*shuts story book* and that’s the ballet of swan lake
I sometimes have to pay for water, but with a phone and some wifi, I get to read whole novels about my favorite characters for exactly zero additional dollars
The next time someone rudely asks me “so… what are you?” as a way of trying to figure out my race, I’m gonna answer as nervously as possible with “hahah ahah ahaha… human? liKE YOU?” and then walk about 3 feet away from them before stage whispering into my watch “I fear the humans are beginning to catch on. I believe it’s now time to proceed with Plan E.”
What amuses me is the Plan E part. That means several other plans have failed. You are a terrible secret agent.
[sweats and whispers into watch] “They’re definitely onto us.”
i love the fourth of july cause its the one day a year i get to pretend my country is actually great and not full of problems so tomorrow im gonna ENJOY myself and WEAR MY USA SHIRT and eat BURGERS and WATCH CAPTAIN AMERICA 1 & 2 and SHOVE A FIREWORK UP MY ASS and im gonna have a lot of FUN WITH IT so if you really cant stand that blacklist #go usa
tho i encourage you to give it a shot cause its a lot of fun to just pretend youre livin the American Dream for a day
Like.
Yes. We understand that the US is still all but crippling to live in. Because we are all but crippled by the many, many issues with the government and the society. Give us this one day to be unreasonably excited about existing and pretend that we’re living the dream our grandparents told us we could.
I wish people would stop saying “It’s July. Well done for wasting half a year.” Did you make someone smile in the past six months? Did you stroke a cat or throw a stick for a dog? Did you learn a new fact or teach someone a new joke? Did you laugh, cry, scream or sing in the past six months? Because if so, congratulations for not wasting your time at all.
Who contains the right level of pre-mixed internal vitriol combined with a deep and obsessive love for MAD MAX FURY ROAD that can pre-write the post Academy Awards night review, eviscerating the voters for overlooking MMFR in the voting?
We know it’s going to happen. None of the characters are dying of a terminal disease in MMFR while simultaneously heavily emoting and talking constantly about how they feel about it as it’s happening in front of our eyes.
Most of the older voters will not have seen the film and, those that did, will have missed 90% of what has been so awesomely illuminated here in these Tumblr posts. (Can we provide mandatory cliff notes?)
Like Hollywood obituaries, which often get written months in advance of any aging star’s death, I think the drafting of this outraged-post can be started now.
I just wanted to mention it, because someone here is going to watch the awards being handed out to some very obviously pretentious middle of the road films and their heads WILL…
OMG ROFLMAO aaa ha ha ha ha haaa! Damn Mister Chris, okay, I’ll start preparing my rant in advance :D
MEANWHILE? GET PRINTING ON THOSE MANDATORY CLIFF’S NOTES. bonehandledknife‘S FILM THEORY POSTS WILL BE VITAL - PRINT THEM ALLL!
LMAO UM WHAT BUT ALSO SURE GO AHEAD WITH THE PRINTING.
I don’t think I have the pre-mixed internal vitrol necessary though for the post-Academy awards review. Mostly I’m just rolling about in a ball of yay over this film. I *have* seen a larger cross-section of people love this film than I expected and hope that when the ‘voting’ DVDs arrive for the voters that they actually sit down and fucking watch the movie.
Because if they can understand film/visual language at all, that’s about all it should take.
But I suppose that’s being optimistic about people.
I wish tumblr actually gave a shit about Greece right now. Everyone’s happy to reblog posts of pictures of Santorini and the Greek islands and to read books based of Greek mythology and quote Greek philosophers and live in countries built on the ideas and inventions that GREEKS CREATED but I am yet to see one post about the Greek crisis and it just seems like no one cares what’s going on. People do not have any money whatsoever, all banks are closed and accounts are frozen. ATMs are only giving 60 euro a day to people and they are soon going to run out of money. Unemployment is at 28% if I’m correct. 272.7% increase in depression. People are committing suicide because of the living standards. There has been electricity and hot water cuts in parts of Greece. Pensioners can’t get their pensions. The Greek PEOPLE are being blamed because apparently they are ‘too lazy’ but no ones blaming anyone else when it’s not the people of Greece’s fault. they’re being bullied and pressured by more powerful countries, the eu and imf to vote yes on the referendum meaning higher taxes and spending cuts putting the people of greece in even more poverty. not to mention that Greece already has a corrupt government to deal with. And no one seems to care that whatever the outcome is with Greece effects other countries such as Ireland, Portugal, Spain and Italy who are also in a very fragile state. I have family in Greece right now and my yiayia (grandmother) has informed us that she is currently living off her last 20 euros because she’s on the island Lesvos in a village and can’t access any of her money in her bank accounts. It’s disgusting that people are making jokes of this situation when the people of Greece are suffering as much as they are, and I don’t think they realize what an effect Greece collapsing will have on them and the rest of the world! All I’m asking is for the people of tumblr to open their eyes to a major issue in the world right now because even if it’s not effecting you directly, it’s effecting millions of people. Greece needs help and even if it can get something as little as more recognition and acknowledgment of how bad the problem is, maybe just maybe things can get better
There’s a bailout fund for greek people here: https://www.indiegogo.com/greek-bailout-fund.html. If you can afford it, please donate. So far €1,713,912 has been raised.
“If it fails, you get your money back. If it works, you’re a part of history.” - Marina Diamandis
The page says that if everyone in the EU gave 3 euros, it would pay for the bailout. I am Canadian, so 4 euros is about 5 dollars and 80 cents for me. There could be serious repercussions if we cannot help Greece, but beyond that this is about helping the people of Greece return to their normal lives and reestablish their country.Those who have the privelege to donate truly should consider doing so. This will literally cost you less than chicken nuggets.
holy shit i just realized i’ve liked you for the past 8274 years and i really wish i didn’t but i dO and everyone somehow knows about it except for you oh my god why is this happening to me
hey you’ve had a rough day so let’s get in our PJs and watch a cute movie together and cuddle bUT IT’S TOTALLY PLATONIC ALRIGHT
we drunk-kissed but you forgot about it and i don’t know how to act around you anymore wtf
we’re best friends and i’ve been in love with you for forever but i’m 3000% sure you just see me as a friend except why is this sexual tension happening rn
i will die protecting you. no question about it. i care for you more than anyone else in the universe and even though i act like you’re a pain in the ass i love you so much. you dweeb.
neither of us have kissed anyone before and what the hell may as well just get it out of the way. except hahah ha ha h a now i can’t stop thinking of ur lips why did i think this was a good idea ha ha ahah
we’re the Old Married Couple™ but lmao no we would never date each other. right? right?????!!!?
MY PARENTS WON’T GET OFF MY BACK ABOUT GETTING A SIGNIFICANT OTHER AND THEY’RE HAVING A GET-TOGETHER IN A FEW DAYS PLS PRETEND TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH ME. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE FACT THAT I’M HEAD OVER HEELS FOR YOU BUT IT SURE IS A NICE BONUS
it genuinely stresses me out that hat video of Ruby Rose binding with ACE bandages is getting so much traction. ACE bandages hurt so bad don’t fucking bind with them you can damage your body!!! It’s not cool and subversive to hurt your ribs!!!!!
What do we bind with then? .-. This is news to many people
real binders that were made for chest binding. ACE bandages are made so that they constrict, and this can fracture your ribs, or at least bruise and bend them. any trouble breathing experienced with ACE bandages also should not be part of binding, I breathe (and exercise) fine in my binder.
every option i am aware of is online, but you do have options.
underworks (http://www.underworks.com/ultimate-chest-binder-tank) is by far the most popular store. even though their binders were made for cis men who have gynecomastia, that basically means cis men with enlarged boobs, so it’s the same idea, and meant to be safe.
gc2b (http://www.gc2b.co/#!store/c205c) is a store that’s definitely gaining traction. you can find reviews on their website i believe but also on their tumblr, gc2b-apparel. everyone i’ve ever seen who had one felt much less pain with these binder because they’re designed by and for trans people, so they fit right.
were going around tumblr for awhile, but i’ve never used them, never have known anyone who used them, so i can’t vouch from a personal standpoint, but they do have a testimonials tag on their tumblr:
there’s other options - whether you ID as a dude or not, if you google search “ftm chest binders” you will find results, but these are the ones i’d vouch for most, the first being so widely used and the second two being by and for trans people.
hope this helps, if you want to know anything else about binding feel free to let me know!
Here’s your friendly reminder to not ever bind with ace bandages ever
