first of all cringe, second of all red flag

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[thishasgonehorribly]

[elbiotipo]

More than "here in the Southern Hemisphere we have inverted seasons :)" thing, which is TECHNICALLY true, I would go a step further and encourage to think about that "much of the world does not exactly has a spring-summer-fall-winter season sequence as they show in cartoons"

[paperdragonsong]

I will scream about this to anyone who listens forever. AUSTRALIA DOES NOT HAVE "ENGLISH SEASONS BUT BACKWARDS" and the insistence that it does creates a massive layer of alienation from the natural world.

I never really realised how much difference it makes until I went to England and realised that here the change of seasons is an obvious, visible, physical change in the world. Like, everything REALLY IS orange and foggy in autumn! In spring there are flowers EVERYWHERE, so much more than any other season, and the trees really do have all blossom and no leaves. Even if it doesn't snow, in winter there's frost all the time and the trees are bare and the sky is visibly greyer all the time. You don't need to be told "this date is the first day of spring", you can SEE IT (although this is getting way messier and less precise due to climate change).

By contrast, most places in Australia the seasons we're taught feel like arbitrary categories - and is it any surprise considering they're colonial constructs? Orange-leaved autumn and blossom-covered spring is a cartoon stereotype with no relevance on a continent where ALL NATIVE TREES ARE EVERGREEN!! Snowy winters are a joke in the desert, and even sunny summers don't ring particularly true considering that much of the country is in the tropics, where summer means monsoons - not that I've ever seen the concept that WE HAVE A MONSOON SEASON taught at an Australian school.

Most Indigenous nations around Australia had six or more seasons, revolving around wet and dry times as much as hot and cold, and marked by the appearances of certain native animals and flowers. Schools need to start teaching the real seasons, and explaining that climate cycles are too complex to generalise globally, or else we will keep raising generations who view the natural world as hostile and unpredictable and climate predictions as generally irrelevent and frequently wrong - and I'm sure I don't need to spell out why that's a problem in the era of climate crisis.

[tiredtransgal]

i want to add that 40% of the world's population lives in the tropics, and the 4 season model just doesn't make much sense for a lot of places in there. usually it's just the wet season/monsoon season and the dry season. it's often hot year round.

the 4 season model as you and i know it is a european invention, though 4 season models aren't unique to europe! most notably china has the same type of season subdivision.

in general the way humans define seasons is largely subjective and varies across cultures. the one you were taught is not at all universal!

[lastoneout]

this is my entire stance on the "american food is bad" discourse summed up

[thebeatleshermajestydotmp3]

Listen man, its a work week, you just got done your shift at the dollar store, youre in a rural area and the local waffle house is a 35 minute drive away and driving from the waffle house back home will be another 45 minutes, so what youre gonna do is youre gonna pick these four bad boys up from the dry goods aisle, drive home, cook some Carolina long grain rice with a little bouillon cube stirred into the cooking water, and in a separate skillet, youre gonna add a tsp of veggie oil or if youre lucky some butter and cook down some of that garlic. Then add a little extra oil and if you have spinach or any hearty greens, youre gonna throw them in your skillet with some salt and cook them down, if not thats okay. But youre also gonna transfer your rice from the pot into the skillet with your garlic (and veggies if youre lucky) and stirfry that rice for a minute or so. The bouillon cube didnt quite season your rice to your liking, so youre gonna throw a little extra pinch of salt. Perfect. Then youre gonna turn off the flame and add parmesan to taste. You take a look in your fridge and you see that you have a little parsley left from the last time you were able to clock out early enough to stop in at the local Food Lion and its still in good condition. Youre gonna wash that parsley, dry it, give it a quick chop, and finish your fake risotto with it and a couple splashes of lemon juice.

You have some rice left over so you know whats for dinner tomorrow night and you can sleep soundly. Country girls make fucking do.

[molabuddy]

3 hours of sleep = i hate people who laugh

0 ours of sleep = waouw 🌼🌼🌼🌼🐎

[lamp-for-my-feet]

For the kind of sorrow God wants us to experience leads us away from sin and results in salvation. There’s no regret for that kind of sorrow. But worldly sorrow, which lacks repentance, results in spiritual death

2 Corinthians 7:10

[mewy101]

My piece for @womenofthearchiveszine !! 👁️

[pastperfectcontinuous]

bell hooks mentioned going through a time in her life where she was severely depressed and suicidal and how the only way she got through it was through changing her environment: She surrounded her home with buddhas of all colors, Audre Lorde’s A Litany for Survival facing her as she wakes up, and filling the space she saw everyday with reinforcing objects and meaningful books. She asks herself each day, “What are you going to do today to resist domination?” I also really liked it when she said that in order to move from pain to power, it is crucial to engage in “an active rewriting of our lives.”

[ritavonbees]

I have come to think of the suicidal impulse as the brain waving a flag to say three things:

something needs to change here

this is urgent

I don’t know how to do it

death is the ultimate metaphor for drastic change. it’s a general specific. whatever your problems are, it is very likely that dead people don’t have to deal with them. a real solution to your problems may demand a very narrow range of action that’s likely to be out of reach at this moment, but death is sold on every street corner, so it feels like a more realistic fantasy than happiness.

you don’t really want to die per se but it’s also not completely random chemicals swamping your brain for no reason. you want the pain to stop, you want to be somewhere else, you want to be someone else. it’s urgent. you don’t know how to do it. the end is not the end but a means that feels within your reach right now.

this is the wisdom of bell hooks: daily rituals of meaning and resistance and solidarity are part of slowly building a future where you can make the change you really need. and only alive people can do that. every step you take towards change and power is another step away from death.

[somni]

you know. i must say that this is true for me as well

[withbriefthanksgiving]

ID: photos of a sign by a waterway which shows two cartoon fish with exclamation marks over their heads and the words "Ahhhh!!! You scared us!” Under this, the sign goes on to say: “Throwing rocks + sticks at us scares us and makes it harder for us to find a mate before we die."

At the bottom are the logos of the Seattle department of Parks & Recreation and the Carkeek Watershed Community Action Project. At the top of the sign is a sticker QR code and the words “find more information here”

End ID.

[shesgonnachangetheworld]

people have this tendency to believe that fandom discourse exists because people in fandoms are Stupid Nerdy Losers, but in fact fandom discourse exists because anytime you get a group of more than 100 people together, they will start creating interpersonal bullshit. fandom is not special in this regard

[lyricwritesprose]

There is sports discourse. There is yarn discourse. There is food discourse. There is academic discourse (dear sweet god is there academic discourse). If there are people out there collecting brass buttons specifically from 1921, they are going to have discourse about which buttons are trash and whether Person A cheated person B. To be human is to engage in pointless wankery sometimes.

[maxxie-or-smth]

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[rylandsgrace]

[arisingonmorningsinnocent]

I'm almost embarrassed by how much I'm thinking about the gender dynamics of Fifth Business, because gender is really not the Point of the book at all. But it is an interesting detail of the background radiation of Dunstan Ramsey's life story, the way he gets quietly fucked over by the same social rules about gender that he believes in, and he just... never seems to notice.

If I was going to do a full feminist reading of the book (I'm not, I'm going to do this one text post and then move on), I'd probably start with the conversation between Ramsey and Boy Staunton, where Boy breaks it to him that he's not gonna get the permanent job as headmaster. At first, Boy says it's because Ramsey isn't married, which they both know is close to the issue but not really the issue. Then Boy says it's because of the rumors that Ramsey is "queer," which is also close to the issue but not really the issue. When Ramsey indignantly and honestly denies being attracted to his students, Boy clarifies: "I don't mean kid-simple, I mean queer--strange, funny, not like other people." But the school has had several previous headmasters who were famous for being much more eccentric than Ramsey. When Ramsey points this out, Boy says: "Women hate anything that's uncanny about a man if they think of entrusting a son to him." And that's the real issue. Ramsey isn't too gay to be headmaster in the sense of attracted to men or boys; he's too gay to be headmaster in the sense of not man enough for parents to want their sons to see him as a role model. It's obviously not just about masculinity, but it is also about masculinity. And not just losing out on the headmaster job, but so much of the loneliness and desperate hunger for validation that shapes Ramsey throughout his life. This need for social approval he rarely receives is a factor in why he goes to war, why he almost marries Diana, why he goes to school, why he gets involved with the Bollandists, why he gets involved with Eisengrim's troop... and he knows this: "I know flattery when I hear it; but I do not often hear it." He is psychologically isolated in part (not in whole but in part) because he is "queer" in the way that Boy Staunton uses the word queer.

And then his friendship with Liesl is the other revealing moment. Ramsey doesn't denigrate women, but he relates to them as women (potential Madonnas) not as people (friends). With Liesl, he makes one (1) exception to this rule, and is rewarded with one of the richest and most interesting relationships of his life. He does not see any lesson in this experience that could be applied more broadly. Because of her eccentricity, physical ugliness, and her attraction to women, Liesl can be the exception that proves the rule. At no point does Ramsey wonder whether other women might turn out to be just as surprising and engaging as Liesl if he approached them as equals. In fact it's after he and Liesl become close that he says derisively that the novel's obnoxious proto-feminist dislikes him because "she may even have guessed that I held women in high esteem for qualities she had chosen to discourage in herself." Ramsey!! This is an opportunity to broaden your world and discover new things that might delight and fulfill you, Ramsey!! Ramsey, can you hear me!! He can't hear me.

Ramsey is a brilliantly observant guy who loves to learn about other people. That's my favorite thing about him as a narrator: he really enjoys other people (even/especially when he despises them). But his inability to see himself or anyone else outside the prism of gender roles makes his world smaller and poorer than it otherwise could be. It's sad. It compels me! Many such cases.

[olliemnjones]

Here's some paintings I've done of people looking at screens. These are all available as prints on Inprnt: Art Prints by Ollie Jones - INPRNT I'm also selling a limited edition print of my piece 'Producer' at Black Dragon Press: Producer – Black Dragon Press

[guelwaar]

clinical medicine is simple, basically the way it works is 99.999% of doctors don't know anything at all, so they only treat the 10–15 most common problems in their specialty. this might sound bad, but actually it's better, because 99.999% of patients don't have any complex medical problems anyway, which we know because they've never been diagnosed with anything except the 10–15 most common problems in the relevant specialty, because in order to be evaluated for something else they would have to be referred to one of the 0.001% of doctors who occasionally know something about some other condition, but they can't get that referral because they obviously don't need it because they've only been diagnosed with simple problems that the other 99.999% of doctors evaluate. so as U can see it's really about ensuring every patient gets the best possible care.

[uwillneverknowwho]

Literally always take headphones with you. If you decide that you probably won't need them today, that's the devil talking. You will. You will

[hellallamerican]

[themeadowscene]

[ID: A stick figure in bed with dark circles under their eyes, awake at 2:35 AM. Their thought bubble reads "textual analysis of the stupidest fucking media on planet earth." End ID]

[apoemaday]

A Word on Statistics

by Wisława Szymborska tr. Joanna Trzeciak

Out of every hundred people

those who always know better: fifty-two.

Unsure of every step: almost all the rest.

Ready to help, if it doesn't take long: forty-nine.

Always good, because they cannot be otherwise: four — well, maybe five.

Able to admire without envy: eighteen.

Led to error by youth (which passes): sixty, plus or minus.

Those not to be messed with: forty and four.

Living in constant fear of someone or something: seventy-seven.

Capable of happiness: twenty-some-odd at most.

Harmless alone, turning savage in crowds: more than half, for sure.

Cruel when forced by circumstances: it's better not to know, not even approximately.

Wise in hindsight: not many more than wise in foresight.

Getting nothing out of life except things: thirty (though I would like to be wrong).

Doubled over in pain and without a flashlight in the dark: eighty-three, sooner or later.

Those who are just: quite a few at thirty-five.

But if it takes effort to understand: three.

Worthy of empathy: ninety-nine.

Mortal: one hundred out of one hundred — a figure that has never varied yet.