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If your apology involves degrading yourself, calling yourself shit or insulting yourself, its not an apology, try again.
Can someone translate this?
Donāt try to guilt people by sayingĀ āIām sorry I fucking suck.āĀ āIām sorry Iām just the worst and I should dieā Because thats not an apology, thats trying to guilt the other person into dropping the subject.
Iām a huge fan of yours (requested by Anonymous)
For context: In that production of King Lear by the Royal Shakespeare Company, Sir Ian McKellen, playing the titular character in a scene where Lear has essentially gone round the bend, strips completely naked right there on stage. New York critic Michael Portantiere, noted in his review, āSpecial note for those who care about such things: In a brief nude scene, McKellen amply demonstrates the truth of Learās statement that he is āevery inch a kingā.ā
There are a lot of times I feel like justā¦flipping the vegan script.
Itās not āpolyesterā itās plastic
Itās not āvegan leatherā itās plastic
Its not āfaux furā itās plastic
Plastic is a pollutant and causes far more damage to the environment both now and in the future than leather or wool.
Please stop telling me that the Plastic Lyfe is the only life, it is not. My leather shoes will last a decade where pleather is lucky to last 12 months. Leather (and wool) decompose and are renewable. Plastic is neither of those.
THANK YOUUUUUUU~
and that is without even mentioning how:
ā¢ using the hide of a (bred for meat) carcass is less wasteful
ā¢ sheep need to be sheared or they are at risk of a long and distressing death due to heatstroke
Nope, don't get on your high horse about being environmentally friendly. Plastic isn't exactly a good alternative but the sheer amount of water usage, land clearance, greenhouse gas production, destruction of biodiversity, and waste in raising livestock is a significant contributer to the third of all greenhouse gas production on the planet from agriculture. This is not even looking at the insane hormones being pumped through animals to make more meat and more leather, stretching them to their biological limit and feeding that back into us. Or the pesticides on their feed, needed because to get to the next stage in the food chain for the billions of cattle on the planet means insane amounts of crops (which could feed humans directly and not be contributing to the billions of tons of food waste) which again, get passed up to us. The crops to feed these animals destroys vast swathes of rainforest every year.
People don't sell leather as a byproduct from the good of their hearts. It is extra profit, so by purchasing either meat or leather you are feeding the other industry. There is no scenario where you are just purchasing a leftover. The demand is there, so more and more livestock is bred for leather and meat is a by product.
Working towards better alternatives for everybody is difficult and important work. But don't for a moment kid yourself that modern agriculture for meat and leather is remotely environmentally better.
P.s. Agriculture creates one third of all greenhouse gas emissions. Gonna say it louder for the people in the back.
P.ps. Tbh I don't know much about wool, so good luck on that. All I know is we created the domestic sheep and so it's our fault if they need to be shorn. Not exactly natural (but wool is neat).
P.p.p.s. I'm not saying bin your leather blah blah blah. The three Rs are key: Reduce, Reuse, Recycle. In that order. Reduce what you consume. Reuse what you can, in any way. Recycle as a last resort.
This has been me on my soapbox, ya welcome
If youāre old enough to remember it, you just lost The Game.
I have no idea whatās going on here
Back in the early aughts, when many millenials were in high school, before Facebook and Youtube, The Game began. No one knows who started it, but the moment we learned we were playing it, we began to lose. The goal of The Game is to forget you are playing The Game for as long as possible. The rules of The Game are as follows: Everyone is always playing The Game all the time; at school, during breakfast, at night when you are asleep, etc. The Game never ends. The moment you remember that you are playing The Game, you lose and must immediately announce to those around you, āI just lost The Game!ā thus making them remember they are also playing The Game and causing them to lose as well. Upon losing, you begin The Game again. Sometimes players could go weeks or months without losing, sometimes only minutes. At the height of The Gameās popularity, it became common to see people at events such as Comic Con or midnight movie premieres, wearing t-shirts proclaiming āYou just lost The Game!ā Once they were noticed, groans and shouts of āFuck you!ā could be heard for miles. These people thrived on the chaos, taking great pleasure in the cries of their victims. Most people eventually grew bored of The Game, and many began to claim they won by choosing not to care about it anymore. Some rely on a particular XKCD comic strip or Tumblr post to lend a sense of legitimacy to their feeling of victory. They are fools. It is impossible to win The Game. There is only losing. Only a few diehards remain loyal to the rules. The drop in popularity has allowed many to keep from losing The Game for years at a time. The growth of social media has caused a minor resurgence, although without the satisfaction of real time auditory feedback when causing others to lose, The Game will likely fade back into obscurity once again. Someday when we are old and gray, our grandchildren will innocently ask us to play a game of checkers, and we will shriek and shout until the whole nursing home joins us in defeat. Death is the only release from The Game.
Millennials have always been pretty nihilistic lol.
Oh these are sexy
ten truths you will learn growing up
i. when someone leaves this earth forever, the world will come to a halt for you but two years later the waves will break at the shore just the same and you will wonder how the moon can care so little that heās gone.
ii. the only way home will never leave you is if you find it inside of you. you will learn eventually not to build it out of bricks, you will learn eventually not to build it out of people, either.
iii. you will outgrow the dreams you thought were all you ever wanted. you must understand that this is different from giving up.
iv. i know you always think you are the exception but when your friends move across the country, your hearts will grow apart. that does not mean they have any less of a place in it, but it will hurt.
v. no one is invincible and everyone you put on a pedestal is just skin and heart and bleeds as red as you.
vi. you will not always remember that you were born good enough.
vii. there will come a time - when you are twenty, when youāre thirty, when you are forty-three - where it will hit you at 2 am that the years you have lived are gone. that sixteen-year-old you lives inside of you but her skin is made from paper and photographs. you will scream and rage against time but 2014 will not come back. you will learn to live with that ache like you always do.
viii. you will keep on marking down dreams and wishes and plans as āi want to do that somedayā, and one day youāre twenty-five and you realize that āsomedayā has passed a hundred times in the form of yesterday. you will promise to do better next time, but you will not always keep it.
ix. people will keep telling you that it gets better but they will never say when.
x. you are so filled with kindness, and others will not be kind to you. if you do not let that harden you, it will be a blessing, not a curse.
hmm
this is pretty and lovely and has many good things
but number 4 is a lie
the idea that distance creates inevitable waning is wrong. distance makes it harder, it asks more. but if you are careful, if you both put in the work, sometimes you can grow closer than ever before
a large number of my dearest and best friends I met age 11-14. my soul mate I met aged 16. sometimes, you meet people when neither of you are ready, still formless and young and you will move far, far apart. you will be 100, 200, 300 miles away. you will meet every 3 months, every 6 months, every year. but your bond will grow, it will tighten you closer together than ever before.
you will meet other friends, you will met wonderful, incredible people. but you will always have your family which is stronger than blood, who you chose and who chose you.
and one day, maybe they will be the ones walking you down the aisle - and the one waiting at the end.
you cannot hold onto every bond you form in life, but you can choose every day, to make that commitment. and if you both choose to try, anything is possible
Letās take a look at some symptoms of depression we donāt often think about.
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How women prepare for first dates
Bonus: How men prepare for first dates:
Accurate.
Okay but the first set of gifs is not a joke like thatās literally how it goes.
One of the girls at work wonāt get in the guyās car unless he agrees to let her take photos of him and his license plate to text to her mother. If he gets mad or makes a fuss she cancels the date and goes back inside.
Reblogging for that šš¼šš¼šš¼
Iāve had someone take pics of me and my license plate on a first date before & I was okay with it. Iāve also had a friend allow me to view the tracking on her phone when she went to meet up with a guy the first time. This isnāt a joke at all & women have good reason to worry.
i have only ever met 2 people online, and made sure that we met up somewhere that was 1) publicĀ 2) close to my home.Ā
After, I walked to the dollar store that was a couple shops down until I knew they were gone, before walking home.
Louis C.K. kind of nailed it. Men worry that their date wonāt measure up to their aesthetic preferences. Women worry that theyāre going wind up dead.
The disparity is RIDICULOUS, and the fact that dudes get offended when women try to protect themselves is hard proof that way too many guys Do Not Understand how dangerous it is to be a woman. (Not to mention itās fucking insulting. āHow dare you not trust your life and safety to a complete stranger whose intentions you have no way of knowingā?)
Lookinā at the notes on this post following my earlier reblog and just goingā¦.
Wow. WOW. Look at all these sheltered people and their internalized misogyny.
The point isnāt, āNOT ALL MEN ARE OUT TO GET YOU.ā
The point is, āWE HAVE NO WAY OF KNOWING A NICE GUY FROM A SERIAL KILLER.ā
Itās not like they fucking wear nametags, okay? Moreover, the most awful people with the worst intentions often put on the nicest face or deliberately make themselves seem harmless and likeable, to lull potential victims into a false sense of security. (Read up on Ted Bundy sometime. Itās horrifying shit. Or read any thread on the āLetās Not Meetā subreddit.)
In order to protect ourselves, we are forced to assume the worst of every man we meet, because statistically speaking, the biggest danger to womenā¦IS MEN. Saying ānot all men are out to get you, youāre just being paranoidā is like saying ānot every car you ride in is going to crash, so buckling your seatbealt is stupid.ā
When dealing with an unknown situation, in the absence of absolute proof of safety, exercising a little extra caution can be the difference between life and death. Shaming women for being what you may view as overly cautious is every bit as horrid as blaming them if something goes wrong later on.
And refusing to go to a secluded location with a complete stranger without letting someone know where youāre going, who youāre with, and how to find you is just common street sense, whether youāre on a date or just going out for business or social purposes.
If your life has been so sheltered (or your coping skills so incredible) that you see no need to distrust strangers or worry about the potential for violence, you should thank your lucky stars.
And you should also be aware that just because it hasnāt happened to you or anyone you know does not mean that it doesnāt happen.
Lemme say that louder for the people in the back.
Just because it hasnāt happened to you or anyone you know does not mean that it doesnāt happen.
Re-Reblog for relevant commentary.
And if you wonāt take a womanās word for it because you are some kind of asshat, men who sleep with men also mirror these rituals because even men are afraid of other men based on menās behavior and inability to understand ānoā or take rejection well.
Iāll stop reblogging this when it stops being relevant
Alllll of this.Ā Being paranoid will often save your life.Ā Assholes who say otherwise need to shut their noise holes and stop acting like they know better.Ā
If I ever get in a new guyās car I ALWAYS take a pic of him, the vehicle, the plate #, and send it to numerous ppl.Ā
Also, itās story time!Ā Iām pretty certain I saved my momās fucking LIFE by convincing her do this on a date with a fucking COP (which she thought was safer than going out with other men, but let me tell you, cops are the WORST partner abusers around, so pls be safe!!!!).Ā
She had only talked with him online and they were gonna go for a drive somewhere remote for some reason and she wasnāt going to take any precautions at all. I, being a well seasoned internet dater, was terrified by this prospect and warned her about how cops are actually much more dangerous than civilians and that getting in his car and going somewhere remote was even more dangerous. SO, I told her the best thing to do is to take a pic of him, his plates, then send it to me, and make sure you do it all right in front of him SO HE SEES IT. I warned her too that as a cop he should KNOW how dangerous this date would be for her, so if he kicks up a fuss about it AT ALL I told her to run like the fucking wind.Ā
So when she gets there, he is already in his fucking truck, doesnāt get out to greet her, so she takes the pics of his car, plates, and him and sends it to me and I thank her profusely. Then apparently she gets in his car, sees thereās a fucking BAT in the back, and doesnāt this fucker just kick up a damn fuss about her doing this. AND MY MOM DOESNāT GET OUT OF THE CAR!!!!!! OMFGWLJELWNLWEJFANMDS
So he starts the car and they drive away and she can already tell heās a fucking creeper. At one point, he even tells her a truly sad story of his life and she reacts sadly and doesnāt this dickhead sayĀ āwhy arenāt you smiling?ā as if thatās what women are FOR. She respondsĀ āYou had just told me a very sad, personal story, smiling didnāt seem appropriateā, as if sheās just there for smile back at him and look pretty!!!!Ā
She texts me throughout all of this, telling me sheās increasingly getting uncomfortable and scared. Heās becoming increasingly hostile and unpleasant. She eventually texts me to ask me to call her and pretend to be my younger sister that lives with her saying that Iām sick (my momās a nurse). But my younger sis is 26, has a baby, is a personal support worker with some medical knowledge; and that didnāt seem like something strong enough to me that would make this dangerous fucker give up my mom.Ā
So what do I do?
I called her and pretended I was my little sister crying and freaking out because her baby is super sick and she needs her nurse mom at her side bc this is WAY beyond her knowledge or comfort level. Thankfully that worked and he turned around. But he wasnāt happy and that bat was still in the back, staring mom in the goddamn face.Ā
Later she called me and thanked me profusely and she STILL talks about it and how scary it was and how she is CERTAIN the real reason he turned around was bc I had insisted she send me those pictures.
Everyone, please be safe, definitely definitely take precautions! But also know that if something bad ever has or does happen to you, itās NEVER your fault, even if youĀ ādidnāt take the right precautionsā. That victim blaming rape culture nonsense is bullshit.
Thereās a principal in evolution - false positives cost less than false negatives. If the bushes rustle and thereās no tiger there but you ran away because there might have been a tiger, you had to stop what you were doing and you lost a few calories running away.
If, even once, the bushes rustle and you donāt run away because it might not be a tiger, youāre lunch.
Jane Eyre (1996)
if you didnāt believe that England hates Donald Trump already: the most recent news of his visit today is that the mayor of London approved protestors releasing a Ā£16,000 Trump in-a-diaper balloon to fly 98ft above ground when he visits, and literally no British person is surprised. Welcome to London.
Iām literally not kidding
the people who are managing the balloon are called trump babysitters. Iāve never loved my country more.
i fucking love this country. Trust us to make the president feel welcome
the best part about this is that trump expected to have a royally welcome visit but as soon as he made an appearance, thousands of angry British people started chanting āfuck trump!ā on repreat for hours.
UPDATE: Trump has managed to generate a bigger crowd than Obama did, but for all the wrong reasons. The entirety of London is filled with angry anti-trump protestors, to the point where he is refusing to make an appearance due to fear for his safety.
Here are some fucking awesome protest signs being shown today. I hope weāve made you proud!
How much would it cost to bring the Giant Baby to The States? Or to make a few of our own?Ā
Okay I know I just reblogged this earlier. but I just realized that thw āall in all youāre just another prick with no wallā sign is being held by Tony Robinson, known to many as Baldric from Black Adder, and a huge portion of my childhood from Saturday morning cartoons.
Amazing.
controversial opinion but u shouldnt have to pay for stuff that would kill u if u didnt have it??? like not to be that commie bitch but everyone should have access to clean water and food and health care cause without it people literally die. like. actual human lives!
hi! i saw your post about men being exhausting and like yes? but not all men. I'm male and i like to help out at local shelters, the community garden, im an advocate and supporter for the lgbt community. im a feminist and against people who think trump is doing good things, and much more. dont let men set a precedent for what masculinity is. there are good guys out there, i promise. im sorry if this was rude in any way, i didn't intend for it to be like that.
so. iĀ think thereās a good chance this was a joke. i lost my mind laughing when i first got it. but also? this is exactly how men talk, so iām gonna break it down seriously.Ā
i made that post after dinner with my friendās family. his dad, letās call him john,Ā was belittling his wife so she wasnāt talking much and heād made a few jabs about his sonās painted nails so his son was kind of wilting. johnās aĀ nice guy, smart guy, really likes me & thinks iām smart. i was pretty much carrying all the emotional labor at that dinnerātrying to make my friend and his mom feel comfortable while also engaging with john. we were making conversation about lots of things, it wasnāt a particularly controversial or heated discussion at really any point in time. again,Ā johnās a cool guyāheās liberal and progressive and knows that iām a lesbian and all sorts of nice things. he works for a bigggg banking companyāi donāt wanna say which one, but youād know the name. we were talking about #metoo and he starts talking about how sexual harassment isnāt really an issue where he works.Ā
three hours before he said this, a man in times square had grabbed my boob. at a restaurant i worked at, a rapist who worked there got my number off the scheduling app and would text me vile things while we were both working to make me uncomfortable. heād also touch my ass every shift but always managed to pretend like it was an accident. it wasnāt. my best friend, who was also at dinner with us, worked at her moms law firm when she was 17, and the man across from her had a countdown on his whiteboard to the day she turned 18 and every day he would look at her as he changed the number. iāve been sexually assaulted multiple times outside of these instances, and so has she.Ā
but otherĀ men donāt see these things.Ā
and this man looks at me, and tells me sexual harassment doesnāt happen, because he doesnāt see it. and hereās the thing: thatās not why iām mad. iām not mad because he didnāt know.Ā
iām mad because i know this man. he is my friendās father, he is my father, he is my uncles, he is my professors, he is my cousins, and my bosses, and my colleagues. i know how you have to talk to these men. itās a game. and you have to play along whether you want to or not, because they wonāt hear a word you say if you donāt.Ā
hereās how the game works: john talks about everything like heās the authority on the matter, because he canāt get it through his brain that someone, especially someone who is not a man, could possibly know something he doesnāt. so john starts talking about things very confidently. and because nobody knows everything, he gets a lot of things wrong. things that i refuse to let him be wrong about. so if i want to change johnās mind, if i want him to hear my point of view, i have to speak to him in the only way he will listen. i have to be, above all, pleasant. john has been taught for years to laugh at a womanās anger, so if any hint of indignation sneaks into my voice,Ā he wonāt take me seriously any more and iāll lose him entirely.Ā Ā i have to smile and laugh a little and be charming. but i also have to be articulate. i have to make sure i sound intelligent or else heāll dismiss me as a stupid teenage girl who doesnāt know what sheās talking about. but i also canāt sound too intelligent because if he starts feeling threatened by my intelligence heāll get defensive. (sidenote! he has a tiny dick.) so itās quite a complicated game but iām good at it. in fact, iām one of the best. so here i am, carefully navigating the best way to hold this manās hand and babysit him as i give him a kindergarten level course on sexual assault in the workplace, while also not letting him realize that iām having to condescend to him because his brain is as tiny as his dick, and can only handful little bits of new information spoonfed to him like applesauce. i have to make it sound like i think he is not only smart, but smarter than me. i have to scatter in little phrases like,Ā āin my experienceā orĀ āi could be wrongā and constantly undermine myself, even when speaking on a topic i am incredibly well-versed in, because i have to suggest that i think he is smarter than me or else he wonāt deem me worthy of his attention.Ā
iām good at it. i play the little fucking game and before i know it, iāve got john here nodding along and acting like he agreed with what iām saying all along, acting like he came up with it, acting like he DIDNāT totally contradict what i just told him minutes before. but since he didnāt come up with it, heāll likely interrupt me before i even get to the end of my point and say something totally misinformed and now iām trying to educate him on both of the things he got wrong but before i can even do that heās interrupting me again and now thereās THREE things iāve gotta teach this guy without him catching on to the fact that iām teaching him.Ā
now. hereās the best part about the game. itās soul-shatteringly dehumanizing. to disregard your own trauma, your own emotion, your own incredibly valid anger that you have fought and fought and fought to believe you have a right to feel, to tone down your beliefs in order to make them more palatable to someone who is thisĀ deeply ignorant, to force yourself to giggle and be charming as you discuss the thing that has ripped you into shreds, to ignore how triggering it is to even breach this topic in conversation, to be complicit in making yourself small in order to get your point across, to look into the eyes of a man who has, unwittingly, because of his ignorance, enabled other men to engage in this same behaviorāit turns a dinner conversation into a thing that isĀ traumatizing in itās own right.Ā
and i feel obligated to put myself through this because of my privilege, because as an attractive, white twenty year old, i can hold this manās attention better than a massive portion of the population, who he likely wouldnāt give the time of Ā day to. i refuse to let him live his life unchallenged, so i do what i have to do to make myself heard.Ā
and i feel the repercussions of this so strongly i dissociate more viciously than i have in weeks and lose all memory of a solid 3 hours of my life after this conversation.Ā
and i come on here, and post: men are useless and exhausting. because i am angry at what men have done to me. at what they continue to do to me. at what i must do to myself in order to force them to wake up and realize what other men are doing to me and to please, for the love of god, MAKE IT STOP.Ā
and i get this message from you, a dumbass whoās got his head shoved so far up his own asshole that itās about to come back up through his esophagus, assuming you know what iām talking about. assuming you know more than me about men and about my experiences with them, about why i made this post. assuming that because youāre not the scum of the fucking earth and because you do three good things, it somehow balances out the treatment i have received for years from men, and makes my anger towards them, and my hatred of them: unjust. and my post wasnāt even me being angry! it was me being exhausted!!!!! if iām tired of men, why the fuck would you,Ā āa maleā deem it at all appropriate to come near me, to send me a message, to engage with me at all? leave me alone! you know nothing!Ā
and as much as i thought this was a joke at first, the more i read the message the more iām convinced that it was written by a man, because even a girl pretending to be a man as a joke wouldnāt manage toĀ sound this fucking stupid. i have dozens of stories exactly like this over the course of at least 10 years of my life. i know more than you. and this isnāt FUCKING about you. if you werenāt useless and exhausting, you would have happily scrolled by and went on with your night. but by sending me this message you proved yourself to be IMPRESSIVELY: useless and exhausting. shut the fuck up for about 3-4 years. you might learn something. also, read men explain things to me by rebecca solnit. she says all this better than i do.Ā
She took up acting because the malnutrition she suffered under the nazis permanently damaged her health and prevented her from pursuing her dream to be a ballerina. During the war, she danced to raise money for the resistance - even though she was literally starving, she used what strength she had to make sure more nazis got shot.Ā
She and her mom also denounced their royal heritage because of the Nazis in their family
Also Audrey was a humanitarian until her death,Ā though ill with cancer, she continued her work for UNICEF, travelling to Somalia, Kenya, the United Kingdom, Switzerland, France and the United States.
These are things I literally never would have known about. Iām tired of women being painted as just being pretty.
