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it’s talking heads kermit friday
That little girl is going places
I know more about economics than AOC and my knowledge on economics is on a high school level. Its actually embarassing how little she knows about this shit. But hey, expecting a socialist to know about economics is like expecting a fish to know what a desert is.
Much of the ocean is a desert
You know what? Let’s use the allowance example again to make it even clearer.
Let’s pretend we have an allowance tax bracket with a 70% tax on money received after a certain point. To keep things simple, we’ll make the limit $90.
If a kid does chores and earns $10 in allowance, they get $10. They’re not going to be affected by the 70% tax.
If a kid does chores and earns $50, they get $50. They also aren’t in the 70% tax bracket, even though they make five times as much money as the kid making $10.
If a kid does chores and earns $100 in allowance, then they’re in the allowance tax bracket with the 70% tax.
$100 minus $90 is $10. This is the part that’s going to be taxed 70%.
70% of $10 is $7.
So the kid getting $100 in allowance will have $93 after the 70% tax takes its share.
Now, I’d never impose such a thing on actual kids. All of this is a thought exercise.
But if it were real, the kid making $10 and the kid making $50 would probably be kind of mad if the kid getting $93 was bitching about being short $7.
Also AOC majored in economics (actually one of her two majors) so step the FUCK off my congresswoman tyvm
no one quite psychoanalyzes like daughters do when looking at their mothers
The perfect AITA
SIL = Sister in Law MIL = Mother in Law FIL = Father in law BIL = Brother in Law
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Give me a fanfiction trope and I’ll grade it:
A: Love it. Spend my time combing AO3 for it.
B: Like it. Not one of my bigger cravings, but it can scratch a certain itch if I’m in the right mood.
C: Neutral. A good author might be able to sell it, but a bad one will kill it deader than dead.
D: Not my favorite. I avoid it if I can, but it won’t necessarily put me off reading something.
F: Hate it. Will immediately make me nope out of a fic.
Because ONE video that made me cry wasn’t enough this week.
There’s so much to unpack here:
Pack of Beakers
Goth Beaker
The Beaker snitching and pointing out the photographer
The Beaker that’s about to unload on the photographer
The terminator strut before the ass whooping and you know he’s moving at speed because of the blur
The ominous feeling that you know this is 3 in the morning
✨ Happy 50th Birthday, David John Tennant (b. 18th April 1971) 💫
you know who’s gay? paul the real estate novelist who never had time for a wife and davey who’s still in the navy and probably will be for life
New headcannon: everyone in that song is gay except the Piano Man who has no idea he’s playing at a gay bar and the staff and regulars have a betting pool on how long he’ll take to finally figure it out. So far John is ahead.
“The manager gives me a smile ‘cause he knows that it’s me they’ve been coming to see” also implies that the Piano Man is possibly an incredibly attractive but oblivious himbo, and if you listen to the rest of it imagining that, this all fits a little too well.
singing
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
World Heritage Post
like actually though. i’m in AWE of the notecount.
One thing that pisses me off a lot is the fact that the world is not made for single people. Ignore the fact that everyone and their dogs think it’s wrong not to want a partner, I’m talking about practical things.
I’m talking about rent and mortgage in a city like London with only one salary. Yes, it’s exactly as hard as you can imagine. Not easy on a single salary unless you’re senior management level, want to commute two hours each day, or you are lucky enough to have your landlady be your best friend. Or you don’t mind living in a shoebox pretending to be a studio. Otherwise, you’ll be in a shared house.
I’m talking about holiday and travel, where either you go to hostel dorms of pay double price for a room in most hotels. And there are no packages for one, or barely any, and they are in singles holidays where the objective is not so much travel but stop being single.
I’m talking about doing shopping and producing more food waste than I’m comfortable with because everything comes in bigger portions than one person can reasonably eat. Even with freezing more than half of everything there will still be something that goes off because you were too slow to eat it if you do shopping once a week. Or you have to go shopping every couple of days and eat the same those two days.
It’s not enough to have all media telling you you’re wrong for not wanting a relationship, the entire world will try to push you into forming one by making it too expensive to be single.
systematic arophobia
I feel like the alternative to this _ought_ to be creating shared communal situations with friends but that is harder than it looks and there are a lot of societal things that make it even harder than it needs to be… and, especially for women, there are a lot of very legitimate reasons not to want to share certain kinds of spaces with strangers and it can be really frustrating that it’s so hard/expensive to NOT do that..,
As a polyam person and also just a leftist nerd, yes, I agree that it should be easier to live communally with large groups of people! That would be great! You could live with your four best friends and be happy, or with your partner and your best friend and their partner, or with your entire polycule, et cetera! Great!
But it doesn’t change the fact that you should be able to live alone if you want to, for any reason. If you’re fresh out of college, with your first job, and no partner? You should be able to live alone. If you recently got divorced? Ditto. But this particular issue is hardest on aromatics, because while anyone may want to live alone, most alloromantic people will consider that kind of living arrangement temporary. When people call this systematic arophobia, it’s because the issue disproportionately effects and targets people who intend to live alone forever. Marriage in the United States is subsidised. Literally. The tax benefits gained by being registered as married is a government subsidy to an amatonormative system that, while also hurting poly people, overwhelmingly hurts aromantics.
Marriage being a union between two people hurts polyam people. Marriage being financially beneficial hurts aromantics.
Non-partnering aros exist, and should be able to live in this world without having to pay more for lodging, food, and in taxes.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen an aro/poly solidarity post before and I’m here for that unconventional team-up. :D What I’m not here for are all the ways, big and small, that the world tries to tell us a relationship or a life needs to look like one particular kind of thing. There are so many beautiful paths to pursue happiness, on our own or together, and it’s aggravating when the ways are blocked and we’re all funneled through a common route that may not suit us. Let’s keep lifting each other up, reminding each other the things and people that bring us joy are valid, and supporting each other in our not necessarily one-size-fits-all lives.
even if you’re already married, this hurts you because people who literally cannot afford to leave a relationship are often victims of domestic abuse. it’s a systemic way of aiding abusers and trapping victims because the money to escape simply is not there
You should never be in a position where whether or not someone likes you determines whether or not you have a home to live in.
Leaving an abusive partner. Leaving abusive family members. Leaving abusive or toxic roommates.
Just … not having to live with people you don’t know well and, perhaps, do not like very much.
I’m disabled and I can’t afford to live alone, even in subsidized housing - I don’t make enough to meet their income requirements, even if studio and one-bedroom apartments didn’t have decades-long waitlists. (Because a lot of subsidized housing is built assuming you’re a couple, or a person with children, unless it’s specifically for elderly people.)
Living with people should always be an opt-in choice. It should be a matter of “Well, I get along with this person (or these people) and enjoy their company, and I don’t feel as if I’d be unsafe or stressed by sharing a home with them, and I would LIKE to live with them.”
really heartbroken about the fact that growing up as a digital native in the age of synthetic paint mixes made it impossible for me to expierience colours for the first time as an adult. the jealousy i feel when imagining a farmer ten thousand years ago seeing cobalt for the first time when stumbling over a new flower is indescribable. i despise the chromatic uneventfulness of my life
after being upset about this for an embarrassingly long time i have decided that this injustice can only be fixed by taking my time to look at all colours one at a time and think about them as if i have never seen them before. there are no flaws in this plan
7c8de6. this colour has an echo and sounds like high synths in a distance. it tastes slightly too sour to be really sweet but still contains sugar. i enjoy it a lot. but it is hard to mix without having a proper cyan at hand. 9/10
73535b. this colour is slightly cool to the touch and emits a low humming noise. it doesn’t smell like anything but tastes a bit tingly. i was apprehensive at first but now i quite like looking at it. it required more black paint than i thought. 7/10
ae1c5e. this colour is a soft pressure on the chest. it sounds like footsteps in adjacent buildings. i gasped in joy when it appeared but looking at it for longer made a melancholic. confusingly, it contains no blue. 7/10
8aae0e. despite its appearances, this colour is inedible. when touched it’s easily crushed between your fingers and leaves a wet residue. i like greens, but this one is suspicious. contains far less blue than you might think. 6/10
a60ed4. this colour crashes over you like a wave and sounds like mechanic bells. it smells slightly acidic in a way that surprisingly reminds of home. it like looking at it while blinking fast. don’t bother mixing this colour. 8/10
Hey op one question why were you tasting the paints
why does the sun rise in the morning? mind your own business man
thinking about how in ancient times, at least people knew that the lives their children would lead would….vaguely resemble their own???
People have always fondly reminisced about The Good Old Days and complained about Kids These Days, of course. But—and I cannot stress this enough—when my mom was born the Internet did not exist.
like I’m thinking about how I am a college student and during the pandemic, work, education, and relationships have been almost totally dependent on a network of technology that literally did not exist when my parents were college students.
When my mom was in college, she just wouldn’t have been capable of predicting what college would be like for me. I took a full semester of college from 5 hours away because I can virtually attend class through a pocket sized device that projects my image and voice into a shared virtual classroom where I can interact with my professor and other students. I wrote research papers without physical access to a library because I could read my college library’s books on my computer.
If you’re a Mesopotamian farmer, hitching his oxen to a plow, like…idk, man. I can’t picture myself at 40. I feel like a Mesopotamian farmer, trying to imagine his sons riding John Deeres.
It’s so persistently portrayed as this eternal, cyclical thing: Get a job, buy a house, get married and have kids, save for their college, send them off to college. This is the cycle of life. 2.5 kids, buy a house, have a steady career. Just as your father before you did, and his father before him.
Except they didn’t. His father before him didn’t do this, and your son will not live like you. This is not enshrined in tradition. This is not life. This is not how things are, or have been, or how they ever been. Look at it. This beautiful, ageless world of saving for your kids’ college and paying off mortgages and nuclear families. There is no way of life to pass down to your children, no tradition, nothing your father gave you that you can give to your son! You were born into a world that is unintelligible and inaccessible to the children you wanted to inherit it, and you and your children will both die in a world that is as foreign to you both!
I don’t envy the Boomer generation, nor do I have some kind of conceited disdain for them for not being able to adapt to now. So, so much of what defines our lives happened for the first time in their lifetime, and the absence of those things cannot be explained to us. Do you remember what it was like before television? Well…what is “it?”
It’s like our generation’s dim memory of childhood before Internet, and the vast, panicky knowledge that our childhoods were mostly full of a quality best described as the absence of internet, and there is no way to transmit that idea to the kids of today or explain it. We remember it, so, so clearly. It was real. But it’s gone. Annihilated.
There’s a midrash that before he died, Moses was worried about what would become of the Israelite people after he was gone. God brought him forward in time to the schoolhouse of Rabbi Akiva. Moses listened to the discussion but could not understand a thing, and nearly despaired, until he heard a student ask Akiva, “how did you arrive at this conclusion?” Akiva responded, “it follows from what Moses taught.” Reassured, Moses returned to his own time and died.
I taught this midrash last week to a class of about ten 3rd-8th graders whom I have been teaching since September and have never met in person. I asked them to continue the midrash: if Moses made a second stop in 2021, what would confuse him, and what would reassure him?
The youngest kids had a fantastic time imagining Moses trying to use an iPad, trying to understand that he was in a classroom, that we were doing remotely what he had seen Akiva do in person. The older kids wondered if he would be astonished at our level of literacy, or our coed learning.
When I asked what would reassure him they were momentarily stumped: it wasn’t the first time this group has struggled to identify positives about their lives and experiences, except in a guilty “some people have it worse” kind of way. I reminded them of what reassured Moses in the schoolhouse of Akiva: knowing that what he taught had evolved from rather than superseded the traditions of our ancestors. “Who are we learning about right this very minute?” I prompted.
One of them acted it out: Moses peering suspiciously at his iPad, then exclaiming, “They’re learning my Torah in there!” We are not unmoored, we are evolving. It is easier to see the changes than the things that remain constant, but I think there is value, whatever your cultural tradition, in asking “what would reassure my ancestors?”
“The children are using this vast, incomprehensible magical network to mock that damned Ea-Nasir and his terrible copper. Good.”
i love to think about how my ipad holds vastly more knowledge than was available to sumerians in 2000 bce, but if one of them saw me scribble away on it with my stylus, they would know what it is! from 4000 years across history, they would recognize this object if they saw me use it! and maybe they’d say ‘you know, we use something like this where i’m from’. and i’d say ‘i know. in school we learn that you invented them.’ and in a weird, convoluted, wonderful and very comforting sense, they invented my ipad too.