This needs to be a poster plastered everywhere in all of the high schools and middle schools in America.
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"I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was. Yet, when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with it, watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals, and listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine oracles - and he always fixed my car.
Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I’d prove myself a moron, and I’d be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters.
Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: “Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?”
Indulgently, I lifted my right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, “Why, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them.” Then he said smugly, “I’ve been trying that on all my customers today.” “Did you catch many?” I asked. “Quite a few,” he said, “but I knew for sure I’d catch you.” “Why is that?” I asked. “Because you’re so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldn’t be very smart.”"
Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I’d prove myself a moron, and I’d be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters.
Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: “Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?”
Indulgently, I lifted my right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, “Why, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them.” Then he said smugly, “I’ve been trying that on all my customers today.” “Did you catch many?” I asked. “Quite a few,” he said, “but I knew for sure I’d catch you.” “Why is that?” I asked. “Because you’re so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldn’t be very smart.”"
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Millennials are often stereotyped as being lazy and entitled, and Nick Offerman is not here for it. Speaking at the WORD bookstore, Offerman addressed the issue and sent a message to anyone discouraged by these stereotypes.
FUCK YEAH NICK OFFERMAN.
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Watch: When Mitt Romney makes the same points as John Oliver, you know shit’s gone south.
If you listen really closely, you can hear Lucifer’s ice skates.
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tumblr: stop liking—
no because I am a responsible functioning adult with a healthy disassociation between fiction and reality
#yES #i love you tumblr but fuck me there is a big difference between constructive discourse and censorship #can you imagine a uni english class #where the discussion stopped with #‘hamlet was problematic and therefore it is imperative that we never speak his name ever again #if you find him compelling you’re bad people lol’#instead 'hamlet is a problematic bag of dicks #now lET’S CRACK THAT DOUCHE-EGG OPEN AND FIND OUT WHAT HIS DEAL IS’#tumblr #and like i should add: if you can’t disassociate between the fiction and reality that is perfectly okay #no one is forcing you to like anything here or even be okay with it #this is not a scenario where one type of person is right and the other is wrong though #it’s just that honestly we are all special fucking snowflakes you know? we’re all different #and you can’t demand that everyone process things like you #if you don’t like something for the love of god just avoid it #in fandom especially the aim is to enjoy yourself #don’t insist on torturing yourself by throwing yourself neck deep into your triggers #and demand that everyone conform to your needs #tag ranting #god i’m sorry why do i do this to these poor tags (tags courtesy of fireflyca)
Relationships are scary and complicated ONLY when you start thinking of your partner as some kind of adversary.
You know how to stop being scared of relationships? Remember that it’s got a goddamn buddy system *built in*. That’s all a relationship IS: “Let’s approach life with the buddy system.”
Check on your buddy. Make sure your buddy doesn’t forget their lunch box on the schoolbus. Hold hands with your buddy so you don’t get lost. If your buddy wants to look at the monkey cage, look at the goddamn monkey cage with them. If you are the one looking at the monkey cage, ask your buddy what they want to do next, and when they want to feed the giraffe, help them find a quarter for the little food dispenser. Be a good buddy, and if your buddy isn’t a good one too, tell the teacher and ask for a new one.
This isn’t fucking rocket science, people.
I have reblogged this before. I will reblog it again. And it’s not just romantic relationships: it’s family members and friends as well.
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Sushi is not as healthy as you think girls, think twice before you binge!
No, eating two 8-pieces of sushi is not like eating 6 entire slices of white bread.
It’s like eating two 8-pieces of sushi.
Compare that just to the 6 slices of white bread shown, which clock in at 390 calories (149 under the sushi), 6 grams of fat (12 under), 78 grams of carbs (14 under), 3.6 grams of fiber (9.2 under), and 11.4 grams of protein (21.6 under). The additional mayo, raw tuna, avocado, imitation crab meat and seaweed (which are listed in almost comically low portions compared to their actual representations in sushi) add a bit more to the meal, but not significantly.
So the big question here is: Why bother comparing these things? One side is definitely not like the other. Not only are you changing the literal foods represented, but you’re changing their nutritional qualities too. Eating one meal here is similar, but really not comparable, to eating the other. So why put such different things side by side?
The answer: It’s a scare tactic. When people share this meme, it’s because they know that the general public is afraid of white bread. We’re told that white bread is something to be avoided. So by showing 6 entire slices (and cutting them in half in order to make it look like there’s even more bread being shown!), you’re using that fear in order to push people away from other foods too. This is compounded by using the word “binge” to describe such a meal, as though there is something overwhelming and automatically disordered about eating this amount of food.
The reality is: You can eat bread. You can eat rice. Carbs are a necessary part of our diets that provide us with energy. None of this is inherently bad for you, nor is it something to be avoided. If you’re hungry and this stuff looks good for you, eat either meal!
Reblogging for the final comment
Honestly the ‘girls’ especially really bugs me for some reason - at least the other stupid posts like this I’ve seen had the decency not to be gender-specific. It just feels so condescending and it really gets under my skin.
and this assumes that I just wouldn’t eat six whole slices of bread
#and I’d do it to spite someone sooooo
Clara I feel like you’d do anything to spite someone
weeeeelllll you’re really not wrong
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I was thinking about this the other day and realized that there is a better way to think about it than “I will literally be in debt for the rest of my life,” and that is “I live in a society in which I must pay a lifelong tax so that I can do the work that I love.”
Because that’s what it is. Every month I will pay this affordable but not insignificant cost because the alternative would’ve been to do something I hate or merely tolerate. I could’ve been a mediocre programmer or a mediocre scientist who dreads going to work every day and constantly fears getting fired for their mediocrity, but instead I will become a fantastic therapist. People will seek ME out for my expertise. I will be not only in demand, but also fulfilled and engaged and actually helpful to others in some way.
And yeah, it’s still totally bullshit that we’ve set things up that way–that we’ve decided it’s reasonable to saddle a person with a debt nearly five times their starting salary–but at least this isn’t *my* shame or failure. That’s why I don’t mind posting this at all. Anyone who thinks my debt reflects my worth or even my financial savvy can pretty much fuck off. Anyone who thinks I ought to be miserable or extremely stressed or at least a little ashamed because of this now knows better.What a fantastic way to reframe the absurdity of student loan debt. Well said!
YO.
