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pro-outdoor cat posts on my dash
Can someone explain the main problems with this? I used to let my cat out when he wanted bc he seemed depressed when he didn’t get to go, but I keep him inside now since we live near a busy road now. So yeah, help?
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“We went to Kineshma, that’s in Ivanovo region, to visit his parents. I went as a heroine and I never expected someone to welcome me, a front-line girl, like that. We’ve gone through so much, we’ve saved lives, lifes of mothers, wives. And then… I heard accusations, I was bad-mouthed. Before that I’ve only ever been “dear sister”… We had tea and my husband’s mother took him aside and started crying: “Who did you marry? A front-line girl… You have two younger sisters. Who’s going to marry them now?” When I think back to that moment I feel tears welling up. Imagine: I had a record, I loved it a lot. There was a song, it said: you have the right to wear the best shoes. That was about a front-line girl. I had it playing, and [his?] elder sister came up and broke it apart, saying: you have no rights. They destroyed all my photos from the war… We, front-line girls, went through so much during hte war… and then we had another war. Another terrible war. The men left us, they didn’t cover our backs. Not like at the front.” from С.Алексеевич “У войны не женское лицо”
In Soviet Union women participating in WWII were erased from history, remaining as the occasional anecdote of a female sniper or simply as medical staff or, at best, radio specialists. The word “front-line girl” (frontovichka) became a terrible insult, synonimous to “whore”. Hundreds thousand of girls who went to war to protect their homeland with their very lives, who came back injured or disabled, with medals for valor, had to hide it to protect themselves from public scorn.
This has always happened in history: Women do something important. Then they get shamed for it (so nobody will talk about it) and it gets erased from history.
And then certain men will say: “Women suck, they’ve never done anything important.”
Look into history and learn that women have played a far greater role then douches (present and past) wanted you to know.
Hey Will (and Jack) I got you something.
So this is important. Let me tell you a story.
All the time I spend debating about women in combat, I’ve picked up on a trend that disturbs me. Supporting or attacking, people are quick to draw on biology, psychology, law, but very rarely - almost never - do I hear about the history of women in combat, and the evidence their service lends to this debate.
Hundreds of thousands of women faced combat in WW2, and on both sides, and on all fronts, and it is a history that has been almost completely erased from contemporary awareness. I have been given arguments about how women can not psychologically handle combat. And about how women in mixed-gender combat units will automatically disrupt group cohesion - the brotherhood, if you will. Both of these assertions are erasure.
Women have not lived in a protective bubble untouched by combat for all of history. Women have been killed, wounded, and captured in combat, and tortured after. We are not living a world where these are hypothetical situations women have yet to prove they can handle. Unfortunately, they have, they can, in the future, they probably will, again and again. Soviet women served as partisans, snipers, tank drivers, fighter pilots, bombers. And more.
Both British and American women served in mixed-gender AA units. I could drag you through several examples of British women performing exemplarily despite being wounded, or seeing their comrades die. The Luftwaffe did not discriminate. Between the British and the Americans, it was determined that mixed gender units actually performed much better than all male units, because of teamwork. Because women are better and certain tasks, men are better at certain tasks, and at other tasks they are comparably efficient, and in a team, hopefully, in combat, you let the best do what they are best at. For the most part, they were proud to serve together.
German propaganda never commented on the British AA units, but they thoroughly smeared the Soviet fighting woman - flitenweiber. People often argue with me that women are a threat to group cohesion because men naturally give women preferential treatment. Which certainly explains why men are more likely to survive shipwrecks. And history shows us that Germans soldiers had no chivalrous compunction when it came to shooting captured Soviet women who were armed.
We’re fed a history of war that almost exclusively features white male figures, most of whom fit into this destructive constructed myth of the soldier that is somehow both chivalrous and charmingly womanizing and who’s sense of brotherhood is unshakably dependent on the band being all man. There is no history of woman at war, none. I hear a lot about how women have no upper body strength, I hear nothing about the Front-Line Female Comrade.
THE WORD FRONTOVICHKA BECAME A TERRIBLE INSULT - are you fucking kidding me? Fuck, that made me cry. At first when I started reading I thought I was reading alernate history fiction. I’m ashamed to be ignorant about this, and full of rage and much worse bitter shame that this history is constantly repressed, suppressed, hidden. WHAT THE FUCK. D: D: D:
I didn’t know that bit about the AA (Anti-Aircraft) units.
And even in this article I don’t see a mention of the women of the Israeli Army, or women of the resistance if we’re just sticking to WWII. I didn’t know about the Russian soldiers, only the fighter pilots, the night witches, and I’ve spent years poking into the corners of history trying to find women who will serve as ammunition when men tell me women can’t fight.
The best explanation I’ve heard of what happened to women after WWII comes from “A League of Their Own,” the publicist’s character: “What is this—the war is over, Rosie, turn in your rivets?” Women all over the world had to step into the same old ruts.
I don’t think it’s any mistake at all that Betty Friedan wrote her ground-breaking text for the second wave of feminism, THE FEMININE MYSTIQUE, just 10 years after WWII, after women had dined on a full plate of the same old, same old.
And shame on the men who never stood up for the women who worked and fought beside them, and saved their lives.
His name is Liui Aquino, a filipino cosplayer. And I think, by far, he’s the greatest Hiccup cosplayer I’ve seen.
Shakespearean insults, with cats.
7 more here.
I did not realize how very perfect cats were at delivering Shakespeare’s insults until now.
Water Cake
A Japanese bakery, Kinseiken Seika, is cooking up a storm and it’s getting all over the world wide web.
The dessert they are cooking up is the mizu shingen mochi and it is a rice cake that is made out of… you guessed it water from the Japanese Alps.
A Tweet from a customer said that the dessert “has a pleasant natural sweetness… (and) goes incredibly smoothly down your throat.”
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It looks like a breast implant.
Sun Bear by Dezy-N on Flickr.
Chameleons of the World | ©Roger D. Hall
Fine art illustration of some of the species of the world’s chameleons.
Tukutuku rakiurae (3) (by ROCKnVOLE Photography)
The Sweating Sickness
In the history of plagues and outbreaks, The Sweating Sickness baffles historians. Documented only five times (1485, 1502, 1517, 1528) its symptoms cannot be mistaken for any other disease- modern or past.
The diagnosis was unique. The first sign a person had was anxiety. Before any other symptom, the individual suffered overwhelming nerves, bordering on hysteria. Cold chills and shivering quickly followed. Next came a giddiness (sometimes unfounded exhilaration sometimes feverish ranting) and then aching joints. Exhaustion soon settled in after the pain and once the person laid down their temperature spiked and they began to sweat. They died soon after, delirious. It lasted 24 hours usually, but it could take victims in three.
Strangest of all, though, were the victims themselves. Though it was contagious, it only struck down those in their “prime”. While most epidemics- even today- decimate children and the elderly, The Sweating Sickness almost always killed those in their twenties. Again, while most illnesses tend to strike down the poor, The Sweate (as it was known) wiped out the wealthy, ruling class. Moralists of the time felt that the laborers, who sweated while they toiled, expelled this poison naturally, while the idle, decadent gentry, never turned their hand at anything taxing. As recently as the 1990s some scientists have claimed hantavirus pulmonary syndrome- the hanta virus- as the mysterious Sweating Sickness, but they are not enough alike to completely explain it away.
Since 1528 there have been no documented cases attributed to The Sweate.
A mother helicopter tends to her newborn.
I wish you’d do some research before just spouting out any old crap. If you took two seconds just to LOOK at the picture, you’d see that it’s not a mother and her newborn. You can tell from the size and position of the rotors that it’s actually a hunting male. Also it’s a commonly known fact that whilst all helicopters are born with red tails, this fades to white in males, by the time they’ve reached adulthood. In females, the red has changed to a deep brown.
So this isn’t a lovely picture of caring parenting - in fact, this young ‘copter’s mother is probably dead, herself. There would be no way she’d leave her baby by itself at such a young age. The poor thing likely died mere moments after this picture was taken.
Have some respect.
You ignorant fool. The common Red Tailed Boeing you’re basing your analysis on is endemic to Saudi Arabia, which has no climate zones even remotely resembling that in the picture. Helicopters being short range vehicles, there’s no way a Red Tail could be present in the picture above. What you’re seeing is the red tailed variety of the Arboreal Russian UTair, which you’d know if you so much as looked at the distinctive markings on the parent’s flank. The photo is a mother tending to her newborn as I stated, and you Sir have defamed the endangered helicopter with your inept observations. People like you who think Helicopters are dangerous hunting animals are why these noble beasts have been scrapped to near extinction. Arguments like yours are used to support the helicopter “blading” industry, in which millions of helicopters every year are deprived of their rotor blades and left to die of oil loss or starvation. Support your local anti-blading protest group, and don’t listen to people like metalheadadam, if that’s even your real tumblr url.
No,it is you who are the fool here. You say it’s an arboreal helicopter, but no Russian Utair has ever been spotted out in the open in a tarmac environment before, and I think if this was the first photograph showing one, there’d have been some fanfare about it in National Helo-graphic.
I believe that what we can see here is the Lesser-Spotted Longbow, which, as has been very well-documented, has adapted itself superbly to urban life, and has also been known to disguise itself as other types of helicopter, in order to better stalk its prey. If you look at the smugness of the nose, you’ll see I’m right. Yes, the UTair is a peaceful contraption, but the LSL is a rapacious fiend, and should be removed from the world’s airspace completely.
You’re ignoring the clear signs here but the more important issue is your sickening disregard and characterization of the LSL as a “rapacious fiend.” The LSL is a critical part of the airspace ecosystem. If there were no LSLs, then Piasecki H-21s would quickly grow out of control and soon the air would be downright cluttered with them. Do you want to live in a world where Piasecki noise sounds through the night at deafening levels? Where they land on the streets as you drive and on schoolyards where your children play? Lesser-Spotted Longbows may seem dangerous but the fact is they kill less than five people a year across the globe. Piaseckis kill 80! And they crap all over the windshields of all those unfortunate enough to drive beneath them. Even still, we should not cull Piaseckis as some suggest, their meat is inferior and no significant research is to be done on their flesh. You’re operating from an old world point of view here, one that says mankind has the right, nay the duty to hunt and tame helicopters. But the truth is, helicopters are our neighbors on this planet and they have every bit as much a right to it as we do. Support prohibition of industrial helicopter use, police helicopters and circus helicopters. Don’t eat helicopter meat. And donate generously to PETH, People for the Ethical Treatment of Helicopters.
Listen, PETH claim to be in support of helicopter freedom, but if you look at the statistics, you’ll see that is, in fact, a gigantic lie. People brought 652 sick helicopters into PETH’s “Care Hangars” last year, where PETH claim to repair and repaint them, and find them new owners. Of those 652, PETH dismantled and recycled 635 of them within one day, without even trying to find new owners for them.
You say we should support the prohibition of circus and police helicopters, but without the industries that have grown up around the many useful ways helicopters benefit our society, there would be many more wild helicopters, like the Piaseckis, in our skies, or roosting on the roofs of our homes and schools.
But that’s getting off topic. The LSL is still a menace, and although it helps to control the Piasecki population, there are other, more efficient ways to do that, without relying on the crudeness of nature.
Opening up factories to make clothes from helo skins, for example. Faux-helo has been all the rage on the catwalks for the last three years, and the designers have stated that they’d “love to get [their] hands on the real thing”. Paul McTarnabag said that “without the limitations of artificial fibres, [he] could create the most wonderful coats you’d ever see”.
Let’s be honest, here. Yes, it may involve some violent, painful deaths for certain, more… annoying breeds, but helicopters are basically vermin. Let’s make use of them.
"The crudeness of nature" You lost me there. Nature is a perfect system where helicopters are concerned. It’s only humanity that throws the system out of balance. Before we came along, helicopters existed in equilibrium. As seen in the opening of Disney’s “The Concorde King,” there’s a circle of life. Concordes and SR-71s prey upon the big 747s and Airbuses. Those in turn eat the Cessnas and puddle-hoppers, which feed on smaller helicopters and gyrocopters. When the Concordes die, they become fossil fuels which become jet fuels and which fuel the gyrocopters. But when mankind tinkers with the system, it all goes haywire. A few rivet coats and meals of spicy Apache or Black Hawk aren’t worth it. And that’s not to mention the cruelty of foods like Chinook Gras, in which the noble aircraft are force-fueled to the point of illness so their filters can be harvested. Humankind needs to get out of the chopper business for good and focus on renewable sources of 3D printed parts and vegan alternatives, like Balloons, Zeppelins and Blimps. Human stomachs aren’t meant for heavier-than-air travel, as turbulence can convince anyone. Only lighter than air craft are meant for our fragile systems. This is all a moot point for me as I don’t fly at all. I prefer a more natural means of transport- The whip driven dog-sled.
Oh my god.
The true mark of maturity is when somebody hurts you and you try to understand their situation instead of trying to hurt them back.
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The Rugrats don’t have time for your gender-essentialist bullshit.
So I wanna talk a little bit about gravel trays!
I get these plastic saucers free from work and my boss told me that if I put gravel in them and fill them with water and then set the plants on top, it will keep the air surrounding the plants more humid! I did this when I brought home my asparagus fern (first picture) and have done it with all my plants since and they love it. I swear to god it’s the only reason my maidenhair fern is still alive. The plastic saucers are free, the gravel is super cheap. Free humidity! I live in Colorado so the climate’s not very conducive to growing a lot of my favorite ferns and other more tropical, moisture-loving plants. But short of a terrarium, these gravel trays are the next best thing. Humidifiers can be expensive and cost electricity, and it needs its own space…these gravel trays just sit under the plants. I used a larger one for the maidenhair fern (and tiny asparagus fern, second picture) because I needed it super humid. I have to refill these once every day or two.
It’s super important that if you’re using a gravel tray you don’t let the water actually reach the bottom of the plant’s pot because then the plant will soak up all the extra water and it will cause rotting. Too much water can be just as fatal as not enough! Just fill the tray until the water is maybe a quarter inch or so from the bottom of the pots and you’re good to go! (And the plants still need watered normally, this is just to keep moisture in the air.)
Southern right whale dolphins (Lissodelphis peronii) are the only dolphins without dorsal fins in the southern hemisphere.
Image top: Laura Morse/NOAA. Bottom: Pablo Caceres Contreras
from ScienceAlert
Bathyteuthis berryi is a deep sea squid that has been spotted carrying a gelatinous membrane full of 360 eggs in their tentacles.
Other squid attach their eggs to the sea floor and leave, never to see them again. Either that or they produce an overwhelmingly huge number of floating eggs and hope a few survive.
For a food-starved squid living far above the ocean floor, neither option is viable, so it’ll have to be the old “carry a big, mucusy net of children” strategy.
This is just the second squid to be seen carrying out any form of parental care, but it may be quite common in the deeps. You just have to be in the right place at the right time to see it!
More in this video by MBARI.
Acceptance looks like a passive state, but in reality it brings something entirely new into this world. That peace, a subtle energy vibration, is consciousness.
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Papa Bear (Suwannee Alligator Snapper), Mama Bear (Apalachicola Alligator Snapper, Baby Bear (Alligator Snapper) by Dick Bartlett
