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“Be careful what you water your dreams with. Water them with worry and fear and you will produce weeds that choke the life from your dream. Water them with optimism and solutions and you will cultivate success. Always be on the lookout for ways to turn a problem into an opportunity for success. Always be on the lookout for ways to nurture your dream.”

— Lao Tzu

aki-anyway

When someone says these days sexism and misogyny don’t exist anymore show them this.

kingmebad

Think sexism/misogyny is hard enough to deal with…sprinkle some racism/colorism on top of it lol y'all ain’t ready

smocksinabox

Always reblog.

rosalarian

Which then feeds into “Well, men get paid more because they get more work done” mentalities. Women get passed over for promotions because they’re seen as less competent at their jobs. Women don’t get the raise because they’re seen as not working as hard.

sesh

alicegpalace

Dying

setheverman

what is the january mood?

angel-ani

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french recipes: if you’re not making this in paris then what’s the point. fuck you

italian recipes: use the left leg meat of a pig from one of three farms in this specific area of tuscany, or from this day my grandmother will begin manifesting physically in your house

thirdtimecharmed

american recipes: buy these three cans of stuff and put them in a pan congrats you cooked

svynakee

chinese recipes, as handed down from mother to child: season it with a pinch of this and some of that. you want to know the exact amount? feel it in your heart. ask the stars. yell into the void.

orriculum

English recipes: boil and salt it. Okay that’s it enjoy

digitalfare

Greek recipes: You followed all the right steps but this isn’t quite right. I don’t know what to tell you.

jamesandlilys

Australia recipes: chuck it on the barbie

monsterhighalumni

Latinx recipes: you will never make it better than your abuela, face the facts

wereyoulookingforsomething-deac

Armenian recipes: spend eight days laboring over the stove. the food will be flavorful with the sacrifice of your sanity. no one will appreciate it.

moldychesee

Canadian recipes: It either needs more bacon, more maple syrup, more gravy, or an unholy combination of the three

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Polish recipes: you have to toUCH THE DOUGH, FEEL THE PIEROGI IN YOUR HEART, TOUCH IT. LICK IT. SMELL IT.

beckyhop

Every time I see this post, I learn more about how different countries’ cuisines AND neuroses.

visionssofgideon

Indian recipes: there are 500 cuisines and that means 500 versions of this dish that has 500 spices so gl

onceuponamirror

ashki jewish recipes: no, no. no. more onion.

jumpingjacktrash

internet recipes: here is a heartwarming story about my baby sister’s third birthday that i completely made up, and a copypaste from alton brown.

piedude

Irish recipes:

raychillster

i hope you always have enough money to pay your rent on time, to buy your favorite groceries, and to invest in your art.

lady-billi-deactivated20180104

I receive that blessing & send it to everyone that follows me

butim-justharry-deactivated2019

household memes. memes that only make sense to the people you live with.

for example, in my house: saying ‘ew’ in a monotone voice, slapping your leg and saying “iiiiiii know it!” and the other person replies “well that’s just it.”

reblog with your household memes in the comments or tags

agardenandlibrary

guys, if you ever need writing prompts, I encourage you to look at the tags on this post cuz I’ve never seen anything more strange and wonderful

maddiesharafian

Be careful with your honey, my friends! <3

jon-snow

some girls do a messy ponytail and look like magical fucking fairy princesses

i do a messy ponytail and i look like a goddamn founding father

palamate-deactivated20220813

This was my submission for Jewish Perseverance Week a couple of years ago and it feels like time to bring it back.

My family are Sefardic and even though our tradition is to just light one menorah per family, this little thing always manages to put in an appearance anyway.

A few years ago, I was walking home from work when I was stopped by a rabbi and his wife. I was confused because we don’t have many Jews here and, for safety reasons, nobody is too open about it if they are. “Excuse me, are you Jewish?”

I shrugged. My mother’s family were Jewish but my last real contact with Judaism died with my grandparents. What was left of my Jewish identity was comprised of a few linguistic and cultural quirks, antisemitic neighbours who hated us, and the very occasional contact with observant family who live in other countries.

I settled on “I’m a little bit Jewish?” He said it’s like being a little bit pregnant - you can’t be. I reluctantly told him a little about my family.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk to a stranger. It was that I was uncomfortable being around proper Jews again having severed my ties so completely. I was frustrated at being viewed with suspicion and excluded from the small slivers of Jewish life which exist here. I’d spent years ignoring my heritage because I wasn’t frum enough for the few Orthodox people I’d met along the way and I wasn’t Ashkenazi enough to feel particularly comfortable with the Reform people I knew. I wasn’t a “proper Jew”.

It felt like I was missing out on a huge aspect of my cultural inheritance and I’d even started to let Christian friends take me to church in an attempt to patch that hole. I quietly resented them for believing that they had “saved” this Jew who needed Christ, but at least they seemed to want me around. That phase didn’t last for long. Nothing about that felt right.

And then, as I was trudging back to my parents’ house after a truly awful day, a rabbi and his wife appeared. I was genuinely shocked by their inclusivity. Suddenly proper Jews were insisting that I still had a place. They seemed mildly amused by my assumption that I didn’t count and even invited me to dinner as though I was one of them.

They asked if I would take a menorah home and showed me the blessings written on the box. I told them I’d forgotten how to read Hebrew but they still weren’t deterred. They gave me literature in English, in Hebrew, in transliterated Hebrew. They even offered to find me some in French for the rest of the family. Whatever I needed to know, they explained. They didn’t judge me and they didn’t even patronise me. I’d expected to be admonished but it felt more like being welcomed home. I left with a hanukiyah, a forest’s worth of paper and a bemused expression.

I let my mother light the candles and was surprised to hear Hebrew flow so naturally for the first time in probably a decade. We left the menorah out well beyond Hanukkah. I think we were just enjoying having something Jewish around.

Slowly, little things started to happen at the family home. Candles came out one Friday night… and then the next one… and the next… Nobody really acknowledged it, it just became a thing that we did. Bread was replaced with matza on Pesach. “It’s Yom Kippur tomorrow, do you still want me to cook or…?” “Shana tova, do you want to help make baklava?”

By next Chanukah, the family menorah was brought down from the loft and unwrapped from its dust cover. Somebody played Ocho Kandelikas and it was the first time I’d heard Ladino since my grandmother died. Somehow, somewhere along the way, we’d stopped being “a little bit Jewish”. We’d found our place.

I love Hanukah. I don’t care for people telling me it’s a “minor holiday” when it marks the end of my family’s weird, extended rumschpringe. Not only that, but it reminds me of what our community should be. I’d experienced so much elitism, suspicion and exclusion from fellow Jews that I didn’t even think I was Jewish. I’d experienced so much antisemitism from goyim that I wasn’t sure I even wanted to be.

And then I experienced an act of kindness from a couple on the street and my life changed.

This time five years ago, a Jewish couple gave me a hanukiyah. The exchange lasted less than 10 minutes but in that time they returned to me my family, my people, my culture, my history, my faith. And if I go to synagogue and lose my place in the siddur 10 times, that’s ok now. If I still occasionally say kaddish when I mean kiddush, I’ll laugh about it and the world won’t end.

My wish for all of you is that you can feel as assured of your place and as welcomed by your people as I do now, regardless of your knowledge, background, or level of observance. I hope you get to enjoy the culture you inherit and know that you belong.

I wish you all a wonderful Hanukkah.

menpale

mysharona1987

by Shailja Pate

fariharoisin

*Shailja Patel

eveiya

I loved this so much I went to look for the rest of it:

“Dreaming in Gujarati”

by Shailja Patel

The children in my dreams speak in Gujarati turn their trusting faces to the sun say to me care for us nurture us in my dreams I shudder and I run.

I am six in a playground of white children Darkie, sing us an Indian song! Eight in a roomful of elders all mock my broken Gujarati English girl!

Twelve, I tunnel into books forge an armor of English words. Eighteen, shaved head combat boots - shamed by masis in white saris neon judgments singe my western head. Mother tongue. Matrubhasha tongue of the mother I murder in myself.

Through the years I watch Gujarati swell the swaggering egos of men mirror them over and over at twice their natural size. Through the years I watch Gujarati dissolve bones and teeth of women, break them on anvils of duty and service, burn them to skeletal ash. Words that don’t exist in Gujarati : Self-expression. Individual. Lesbian.

English rises in my throat rapier flashed at yuppie boys who claim their people “civilized” mine. Thunderbolt hurled at cab drivers yelling Dirty black bastard! Force-field against teenage hoods hissing F****ing Paki bitch! Their tongue - or mine? Have I become the enemy?

Listen: my father speaks Urdu language of dancing peacocks rosewater fountains even its curses are beautiful. He speaks Hindi suave and melodic earthy Punjabi salty rich as saag paneer coastal Kiswahili laced with Arabic, he speaks Gujarati solid ancestral pride. Five languages five different worlds yet English shrinks him down before white men who think their flat cold spiky words make the only reality.

Words that don’t exist in English: Najjar Garba Arati.

If we cannot name it does it exist? When we lose language does culture die? What happens to a tongue of milk-heavy cows, earthen pots jingling anklets, temple bells, when its children grow up in Silicon Valley to become programmers?

Then there’s American: Kin'uh get some service? Dontcha have ice? Not: May I have please? Ben, mane madhath karso? Tafadhali nipe rafiki Donnez-moi, s'il vous plait Puedo tener….. Hello, I said can I get some service?! Like, where’s the line for Ay-mericans in this goddamn airport? Words that atomized two hundred thousand Iraqis: Didja see how we kicked some major ass in the Gulf? Lit up Bagdad like the fourth a’ July! Whupped those sand-niggers into a parking lot!

The children in my dreams speak in Gujarati bright as butter succulent cherries sounds I can paint on the air with my breath dance through like a Sufi mystic words I can weep and howl and devour words I can kiss and taste and dream this tongue I take back.

hussyknee

This is the poem I’ve been needing my whole life.

brutereason

It’s 2017, and the United States of America has never elected a woman president. Congress is less than 20 percent female. Only three of Trump’s 16 Cabinet officials are women. Clinton, for her part, struggled with persistent claims that there was just something unlikable, something grating, something shrill about her. She was often told to smile more, to stop shouting. She ran against a lying boor who was, for all his faults, lauded for speaking from the gut and appearing to enjoy himself on the campaign trail, while she was criticized for appearing too diligent, too earnest, too calculated. Strikingly, the same claims made against Clinton are now being made against Elizabeth Warren. We routinely underestimate what it means that our political system has been constructed and interpreted by men, that our expectations for politicians have been set by generations of male politicians and shaped by generations of male pundits. “Just the way that he talked about prominent women, it was clear they were second tier to male intellectuals,” one ex-New Republic staffer told Splinter of Wieseltier. The most influential institutions in America have long had serial sexual abusers and deep misogynists at their apex. Those abusers didn’t just shape their workplaces or their industries; they shaped our politics, our culture, and our country.

Political journalism has been profoundly shaped by men like Leon Wieseltier and Mark Halperin - Vox (via brutereason)

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killushawn

If you're not scared right now about losing net neutrality; You should be. Study up folks, or 2018 is going to fucking suck.

bitchasskillua-blog

This isn’t my type of post but Net Neutrality is so important.

Forget your page’s aesthetic, share this with everyone you know. Without Net Neutrality, the internet itself would change.

Companies would be able to charge websites if they want them to load faster than others on your computer. This means that they would purposefully bottleneck speeds on every website that doesn’t have the funding to pay for it faster speed. There’s NO reason for this. Are you a small business with a website and can’t afford to pay enough to get faster speeds? Too bad. Are you someone with a personal blog? Slow page loading. Do you want to view a website written by a nonprofit organization for your school project? You’ll have to wait until the page loads because, since they’re nonprofit, they can’t afford to pay enough to cable companies so that their page loads faster.

An alternative to this would be having to pay for faster internet. Internet service should be priced by usage, not speed. For home internet, unlimited use isn’t all that expensive so it’s really common. You wouldn’t want to pay extra for more speed.

This would possibly affect the way that the internet works on other devices such as your phone, gaming system, laptop, tablet, etc.

We NEED Net Neutrality.

If a company doesn’t agree with a specific website, they could purposefully limit traffic to their site. This would be censorship, something that nobody likes.

There are many other reason as to why you should protect Net Neutrality.

This is an issue whether you’re a Republican, Democrat, Left-wing, Right-wing, young, old, male, female, rich, poor, etc.

EVERYONE SHOULD ADVOCATE FOR NET NEUTRALITY.

killushawn

dinovia-grant

Guys, also think about he wider costs. Every business, school, hospital, pharmacy, first responder, government service—every single one uses the Internet. So, yes, the individual user will pay more for access, but so will the institutional users. The thing is, the institutional users aren’t just going to eat the increase in costs. They will pass them on to the consumer. They always do.

Education, healthcare, every single product and service, plus your local, state, and Federal taxes, will all GO UP.

Losing net neutrality will affect the cost of every single product and service offered in this country. Every. Single. One.

kasadilla11

Call/ ResistBot your reps in Congress and tell them you support net neutrality, that you oppose the FCC’s plans to repeal it without a public comment period. This is the only way to keep the internet the way it is. CALL YOUR REPS.