Please stop being nonbinary too. God only created one gender. You must conform to that.
THERES ONLY ONE NOW?????
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Please stop being nonbinary too. God only created one gender. You must conform to that.
THERES ONLY ONE NOW?????
The looksmaxxing hammer guy sounded like a funny story but he's only 20??? just BARELY out of being a literal child and he's an "influencer" with that much insecurity? I can't feel anything but kinda sad, to me that's a confused kid failed utterly by a fucked up demented culture we're in.
yeah WHAT?? That's horrifying?! 14 is a KID kid, like when I was 14 me and other 14 year olds were still playing toys. Like we didn't have the internet yet and we literally still ran around making up pretend stories with action figures. Now you have kids that age becoming "public figures" exposed to thousands of millions of commenters and making money and of course they're turning into completely broken adults. I feel like kids literally raised by wild animals have demonstrated an easier time adjusting to society and figuring out how to be human than kids who became internet influencers. And it's everywhere. And the entire adult media world seems to think nothing of just farming it for more clickbait and sensationalism rather than discussing any healthy way to heal these kinds of people before it's too late.
"No, we can't allow you to use the American flag as part of your superhero costume. It's against all the rules, even Legend can't."
"My superpower is creating… guns."
"Here's your permit and patent number. Welcome to Murica."
Happy Pride Month everyone! Remember 4 months ago when the CEO of this platform harassed and chased a trans woman off this website just for posting her transition timeline, then chased her to other social media platforms to continue harassing her, and threatened to call the FBI if she continued disputing the multiple dubious terminations of her blogs that did not violate tumblr's terms of service in any way? And despite tumblr staff insisting that the CEO was acting against their interests, the broad transmisogyny evident in the site's culture and moderation policy has still not been adequately addressed?
Remember that staff is continuing to nuke the blogs of trans women even after all of this. Remember this post when they call this site the queerest place on the internet again this month
It's 2 years later. It's gotten worse. Happy pride month.
Looks like things are going well
donald trump you're just gonna have to bomb tel aviv
thing i resent perhaps unreasonably but nonetheless: having an entire tolstoy novel’s worth of dream and then waking up from all that only to realize it hasn’t even bern an hour since i put out the light? like man if that was twenty minutes the fuck. i’m too tired to do this shit for another seven hours
And your steak is too juicy, your lobster too buttery.
????? where’s the good fortune i’m churlishly spurning? i was aiming for more sleep tonight than i just got, and now i’m bare awake again, surely it’s fair to be mildly irritated about it
Free Tolstoy novel.
this is the one meme that manages to age like a fine wine
thing i resent perhaps unreasonably but nonetheless: having an entire tolstoy novel’s worth of dream and then waking up from all that only to realize it hasn’t even bern an hour since i put out the light? like man if that was twenty minutes the fuck. i’m too tired to do this shit for another seven hours
And your steak is too juicy, your lobster too buttery.
Character whose tragic backstory includes losing their father at an early age during a game of peek-a-boo
One moment he was there... Then suddenly he was gone...
But peek-a-boo is such a simple innocent game. People play it all the time and nothing happens.
Here look
Peek-a-b---
fwiw the high levels of correlation between skin cancer, sleep apnea, and failure to reappear strongly suggest some sort of mechanism involving catastrophic structural failure in the face of transitioning suddenly from existing in isolation to the mortifying ideal of being seen aggravated by the buildup of fatigue toxins; one can dramatically improve one's ability to reliably survive peek-a-boo by getting plenty of rest, probably fluids, and building exposure slowly through partial peek-a-boo, a practice of social courage, and as necessary a small mirror built into the edge of one's glasses. Stay safe out there.
She probably helped that girl solve her teen sexuality dilemma anyway, because if that were me and I asked an adult for advice only to find out the adult’s not only worse off than me but also the dumbest person alive, I’d accept the lesbianism just to get out of the awkward situation…
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phenomenom thats been bothering me that i could only express via an mspaint reverse boomer comic
I was so baffled by this until I remembered that I use my kettle, and so it looks like I'm pouring boiling water on my plants
She played bass on 10,000 songs, including the most-played track of the twentieth century. She was paid $55 per session. Her name never appeared on the albums.
Gold Star Studios, Los Angeles, 1964. A woman in a cardigan walks past the receptionist, a Fender Precision bass in her hand like a briefcase. She doesn’t sign autographs. She signs a timesheet.
Her name is Carol Kaye. In three hours, she will record what will become the most-played track of the twentieth century. She’ll pocket fifty-five dollars and head to another studio, on the other side of town, for the next session.
The record label will never put her name on the album.
Between 1957 and 1973, Carol Kaye took part in roughly 10,000 recording sessions. Not as the featured artist, not as a guest, but as a hired hand. She was part of an anonymous collective nicknamed The Wrecking Crew—elite studio musicians who actually played the instruments on your favorite records while the famous bands posed for promotional photos.
The work was relentless. Three albums before the day was over. Stale coffee in paper cups. No rehearsal. The charts arrived minutes before the tape rolled. If you couldn’t read a chart and nail the take in two tries, you didn’t get called for the next session.
Carol could do it on the first try.
She started playing guitar in grimy bars at fourteen because her family couldn’t pay the electric bill. Music wasn’t a romantic dream for her. It was survival. It was a job—factory work with better acoustics and lower pay.
But she was faster and sharper than almost everyone else. She corrected charts in pencil while the producer was still explaining what he wanted. In one session in 1968, she told a famous producer his arrangement sounded like a dying dog. She chose her own line. They kept her version.
That descending bass line that drives the Beach Boys’ “Wouldn’t It Be Nice”? Carol Kaye. The propulsive groove of “These Boots Are Made for Walkin’”? Carol Kaye. The acoustic-guitar intro to “La Bamba”? Carol Kaye. The iconic theme from Mission: Impossible? Carol Kaye.
She invented techniques on the spot, out of sheer necessity. When the bass sound was too muddy for AM radio, she stuck felt under the strings and used a hard pick instead of her fingers. The tone cut through the static like a blade. It became the sonic signature that defined 1960s pop.
Bassists spent years—decades—trying to crack the secret of the Beach Boys’ gear to get that sound. They were studying the wrong people. They should have been studying Carol.
She received no royalties. No residuals. No gold-record ceremony. No credit on the album sleeves. When “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’” hit number one, Carol was already back in a studio cutting a soap jingle.
The biggest bands mimed her bass lines on TV variety shows. New York marketing departments decided a mom in classic clothes didn’t fit the rebellious-youth image they were selling. So they simply left her name off the album credits.
For thirty years, almost no one cared. The truth only began to surface in the late 1990s, when music researchers found the same union contract numbers on thousands of hit records. The very documents meant to preserve studio musicians’ anonymity betrayed them.
Think about it. Every time you heard “Good Vibrations,” “River Deep – Mountain High,” the Righteous Brothers, Nancy Sinatra, or Sonny and Cher, you were hearing Carol Kaye. She composed the soundtrack of an entire generation’s youth.
And yet the records still say nothing. She’s now over eighty. She wrote instructional books. She trained countless bassists. She is finally starting to be recognized by music historians who uncovered the truth about The Wrecking Crew.
But she never got what she deserved: her name on those albums. Credit for the music that defined an era. Recognition that those bass lines everyone associates with the “Beach Boys” were, in fact, Carol Kaye’s.
Fifty-five dollars a session. Ten thousand sessions. The most-played track of the twentieth century.
And the world didn’t know her name.
She was admitted to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2025 but refused, fuck yeah, Carol. Her official website is incredible.
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