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I’m in my sunglasses era

Need to be taken apart and reassembled like a broken watch . Not in a sex way I just think they should put my joints together right this time

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Ohhh the fantasy of all your bones being put into one of those ultrasonic cleaning baths they use for jewelry. All the pain coming clouding out like dirt. Then carefully reassembled and joints oiled and then it would all just work perfectly and painlessly...

Like, I know that's not what's wrong with me but I think we should try just to be sure

ivan-fyodorovich-k

I know this sounds like the deranged ramblings of a senile old man but I swear it used to be possible to look up information on the internet

noirandchocolate

I think this is still my favorite set of panels from Ray Friesen’s “Small Gods” comic adaptation.

[Image ID: Three panels from a comic adaptation of Terry Pratchett’s “Small Gods,” by Ray Friesen. The scene takes place in a melon patch. In the first panel, the Great God Om, currently in the form of a small green and brown one-eyed tortoise, says, “Go and fetch someone more important than you. I’ve got Godly Things to sort out.” Brutha, a young man with medium brown skin, a large nose, thick eyebrows and wavy dark brown hair, replies, “But if you’re down here…who’s listening to all the prayers?” In the second panel, Om, with a blank look, asks, “Who did it before?” The third panel is a closeup of Brutha’s face, with an expression that somehow manages to convey an entire emotional journey all at once.]

#god #i remember flating all those fucking melons

melmili

just wanna say i am a big fan of this trope specifically

tatsumi-rin

#no #i mean i get it #i wash pushing my self wrong #if icould just figure out The Right Way to do it #i could fix everything

maykitz

the persecution of lefthandedness is insane to think about because it was so intense for so long, in some places still is, without any clear profit motivation. sheer love of the game. as late as the 70s at least they were smacking my stepdad's hands for it with a wooden ruler at school, to this day he's in weird ambidexterity situation where he's not great with either side and notably clumsy due to poor hand-eye coordination. just wtf

seeingteacupsindragons

It is fascinating to me that people also think of handedness as an example of bigotry that just...went away. As you note, it...hasn't in some places. I know people who grew up in the mid-late 90s who still had this problem.

But also, and this is really important to keep in mind regarding bigotry that still causes in many ways larger problems, that the structural problems are not actually fixed.

If you go to any computer lab or public library, the mice will be on the right side of the computer. Sometimes they can be moved. Sometimes they can't. Many computer mice are curved to only fit in right hands.

It is impossible to find lefthanded scissors without going to a specialty store, because most scissor makers don't even make them. And it's not just a matter of grip; the slicing side of the blades is obscured if you use righty scissors in your left hand, so your cut is off.

All those signing pads with the little chained styluses? Almost always on the right side, often not even long enough to stretch to the left. Makes signing for lefties extremely difficult.

I caused actual muscular problems in college having to twist around in order to write at right-handed desks in college when there weren't enough lefty desks--and there never were. Some classrooms didn't even have a single one.

I could go on.

But the point is, bigotry isn't just a mindset shift. People can't just decide they're not bothered by that particular difference anymore and everything's fine, because society is still structured and designed to cause problems for marginalized people. And they're never even going to notice all the little ways their life is bent to convenience them that inconveniences others.

catastrofries

Sometimes my Mom will say something long the lines of, oppression isn't real because if it was then what happened to me was oppression and uh. Um. Yeah.

rockabillywife

You guys would like my posts a lot more if you had my exact life experiences and internal monologue

If i do recovery Correctly I should be rewarded with a functioning nervous system. Like. Now.

copperbadge

On Saturday I said to my partner, as I have said for months, "A ten thousand dollar a year raise would solve so many of my problems."

As of this morning I was reluctantly looking for jobs because I love my job and don't want to leave it, but see: $10k raise problem solver.

As of noon today this was no longer an issue, because my boss called me with the news that I was getting a $10K merit raise.

I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. This is roughly $200 extra per paycheck. Enough to pay off debt faster, rebuild my savings, and spend a weekend a month in Milwaukee getting obscenely laid. The sex I'm going to have on $200 extra per paycheck. You can't even.

May all of you get the $10K raise your soul has yearned for. And whatever level of sex you can be satisfied with for $200.