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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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i was trying to make a meme but i fucked up the audio layering and
Listening to happy music to get through the disassociative episode
Mx. Bunjy can you please tell us More about cornbread dough baby? perhaps a recipe [I am doing nothing for Christmas and I want to make something Interesting for me and the wife]
I used this recipe but with masa arepa, because I have like five pounds of it to use up -> https://www.thepioneerwoman.com/food-cooking/recipes/a99048/masa-harina-cornbread/
I still have one Arapaima and 4 mini ones to complete... but I'm almost done....
just when i thought my comics couldn't get dumber... i surprise myself 👭
I wanted to get a video of this ghost crab but every time I got close to their hole they scuttled back in, so I tried getting clever with it. I made a little sandcastle and shoved my phone into it, hit record, and walked away. Crab was VERY suspicious of this addition to their environment.
girl you erected a mysterious black monolith that contained all the knowledge your culture had ever collected were you hoping he'd develop rudimentary tool use
POV: It’s 2004, the school day is almost over, and it’s raining. You’re daydreaming and staring out the window during Debate Class while a prep and a stoner have a spirited argument at the front.
I literally zoned out
That’s the vibe we’re going for baby!
Shout out to the bad bitches who powered through the zone-out-inducing white noise and listened to the insane conversation going on in the background
I zoned out but then I vaguely heard “There’s no communists in Antarctica” and my brain immediately logged the FUCK back on
ABBY: …apparently you consider the fashion trends of the remaining communist nations: China, Cuba, Vietnam, Laos and North Korea –
KEVIN: Boooo!
ABBY: Kevin –
KEVIN: What about Antarctica?
ABBY: What about it?
KEVIN: Um … Antarctica. The largest and southernmost principality on planet Earth… Average annual temperature of negative seventy-six degrees Fahrenheit, Abby.
ABBY: Um, well, that’s great information, Kevin, but there are no communists in Antarctica.
KEVIN: Oh, really, how do you know?
ABBY: There are like twelve people there.
KEVIN: But they could be communists.
ABBY: No, they couldn’t!
KEVIN: Yeah, oh, did you talk to them? Did you call them today?
ABBY: Yes, I called all of them today and they said they’re not communists.
KEVIN: Oh, really, well, that’s expensive, then, to call them. Do you have a phone card?
ABBY: You’re so not funny –
KEVIN: There are Russian scientists in Antarctica, Abby.
ABBY: Russia isn’t communist any more, Kevin!
KEVIN: Yeah, have you met a Russian?
ABBY: No.
KEVIN: Have you ever met one?
ABBY: No!
KEVIN: Well, then you don’t know!
ABBY: Mr Richards, how am I expected to debate like this?!
KEVIN: Yeah, Mr Richards, you shouldn’t allow this -
MR RICHARDS: Settle down. Settle down.
ABBY: He doesn’t know what he’s talking about!
KEVIN: Nice mole.
ABBY: For the hundredth time, it’s a beauty mark.
KEVIN: Maybe your mole’s communist. Nice mole, comrade.
ABBY: It’s a beauty mark!
KEVIN: Hey, your mole is shaped like Antarctica.
ABBY: Could you take a step back, because that breath is about to knock me over.
KEVIN: Yeah, it’s also the size of Antarctica.
ABBY: It’s ‘Antarctica’. And no, it’s not.
KEVIN: Hey, let’s make your mole a continent, call it ‘Abbyland’. And let that be my closing argument. “When you create a world where people are exactly the same, it gets dull, after you realise that they are you only not. And though some people might prefer communism and Russia to America and Antarctica, I wouldn’t. Thank you.
MR RICHARDS: Uh, well said, Kevin. A+
ABBY: What?!!
KEVIN: Seriously?
MR RICHARDS: No.
was thinking abt the difference in how (some) people view women's products as "things companies are trying to sell to women" while men's products are "things men want as consumers" and like. men's desires are constructed by the patriarchy. this is the problem w engaging w the concept of the patriarchy as like, the culmination of every single individual man's active desires instead of a system inherently intertwined with other systems of power. like men are constructed manhood is sold to you! if you think that everything the patriarchy says about women is a lie but you take it at it's word on The Ways Men Naturally Are. I simply need you to rethink things
From I Am A Transwoman. I Am In The Closet. I Am Not Coming Out. by Jennifer Coates
when you post "The Article About Internalized Transmisogyny" to make a point about masculinity jfc
The Article About Internalized Transmisogny literally ends by making a point about manhood and masculinity and misandry in queer/feminist spaces:
I hate that the only effective response I can give to “boys are shit” is “well I’m not a boy.” I feel like I am selling out the boy in baseball pajamas that sat with me on the bed while I tried to figure out which one I was supposed to be, and the boys who I have met and loved from inside my boy suit—who believed they were talking to a boy. I feel like I am burning the history of the naked body that sits on the floor of my shower. The body that went to prom in a boxy tuxedo and coveted the dresses.
Because I am not a boy, but I had a boyhood. I was, and am, made to live as a boy and I cannot suspend the perspective that gave me and join in when it’s time to fluster one of those clueless fuckers into anger by calling him a fuckboi and then tell him his anger proves he’s a fuckboi, or to humiliate one with an OKCupid screenshot because we’ve willfully conflated the clumsy ones with the threatening ones so we can grab those solidarity faves. It’s fucked up. It has metastasized.
More than a few out transwomen have told me, privately, they they are uncomfortable with these things, but are afraid that speaking up about it would cause ciswomen to like and trust them less. “I play along,” one of them told me, “because in the queer community the only people who defend cisboys are cisboys. I don’t want to give up finally being read as a girl.”
Another says “I do the misandry stuff because it’s an easy way to earn queer cred points, but when I think about it it makes me uncomfortable.”
Another: “It’s a coping habit I’m not proud of. If I agree ‘girls rule boys drool’ it makes me feel more like a girl.”
Have you noticed, when a product is marketed in an unnecessarily gendered way, that the blame shifts depending on the gender? That a pink pen made “for women” is (and this is, of course, true) the work of idiotic cynical marketing people trying insultingly to pander to what they imagine women want? But when they make yogurt “for men” it is suddenly about how hilarious and fragile masculinity is — how men can’t eat yogurt unless their poor widdle bwains can be sure it doesn’t make them gay? #MasculinitySoFragile is aimed, with smug malice, at men—not marketers.
This conclusion—widely shared—is a product of insulated discourse. What I am NOT saying is: “open the floodgates, let in the shitty male trolls!” I know the trolls—they have tried to be my friends, they have tried to sneak into feminist spaces with no desire to learn or listen. I understand not trusting men who loudly and constantly hold forth on women’s issues and refuse to accept when they are mistaken. I’m not encouraging anyone to trust blindly. I am pleading to the discoursers: consider that this insulation has effects and try to mitigate them, if your priority really is finding truth amid a muck of concealed patriarchal lies. Check to see if maybe you are saying things and reproducing things mostly because it sounds good and feels good and nobody is challenging them.
These are not discursive problems that only apply to an “undercover” transwoman, these are discursive problems that are seemingly only visible to an “undercover” transwoman forced to carry multiple perspectives like bactrian humps.
Because I am interested in complicating your definition of maleness and of boyhood. I was born into that shitty town, maleness, in the remains of outdated ideals and misplaced machismo and repression and there are some good people stuck living there. They are not in charge. They did not build it. And I don’t feel okay just moving out and saying “fuck y’all — bootstrap your way out or die out, I was never one of you.” I want to make it a better, healthier place—not spend all my time talking about how shitty it is and how anyone who would choose to live there deserves it. And to me that means considering them with charity, even when they make it difficult to. [...] Because it’s not a small deal that the words “not all men” have become entwined inextricably with male fragility and whininess. It makes it awfully easy to insulate the (largely cis-)female perspective on what males are. To begin a statement with those words—“Not All Men”—is to give grounds to anyone who wants to laugh at the rest of it. But here is the truth: not all men are what you think they are. Man does not mean what you think it means. Generalizing harshly and broadly but implying “you know which ones I mean” is an intellectual and rhetorical laziness that is not allowed to pass anywhere else in these communities. Because we don’t get to choose who our words and behavior affect, we are obligated to choose them carefully.
Fact-Checking Claims About Zohran Mamdani
Democratic socialist Zohran Mamdani made history Tuesday night when he was elected the first Muslim mayor of New York City. The Onion fact-checks the claims being made about Mamdani.
good article
I think people have truly lost any ability to be patient with storytelling.
‘I don’t understand this’ They’ll explain it if you wait.
‘I don’t like how this episode left things hanging’ There’s a continuation next week.
‘This character is flat’ Wait for them to be fleshed out.
So many of the complaints I see about shows lately are people being confused by things THAT THE SHOW WANTS YOU TO BE CONFUSED BY THATS THE FUN OF MYSTERY AND FORESHADOWING YOU ABSOLUTE GOBLINS THE MAIN CHARACTER IS ALSO CONFUSED AND THEYRE GONNA DO A BIG REVEAL AND EXPLANATION LATER IF YOU WOULD JUST FUCKING WAIT
Ouran high school was my favourite anime when I was like 14 which is really funny because thats also the age I basically was in a Haruhi fujioka situation. Not like fully literally but the meat of it was the same
I was the one single middle-class kid in a super high-end rich kid private academy with like pressed uniforms and building wings and everything. I didnt get any sort of scholarship, my dad just got a job as a teacher there and teachers kids got to enroll for free because the tuition was like 30 grand a year and you arent affording that on a teacher salary. So I understand her on a very visceral level and perhaps enjoyed OHSHC so much because she was SOOO me fr. These damn rich people
One time I convinced my classmates that I had never had sushi before because we were too poor to afford it just so they would pay for my sushi dinner and it worked. They were so out of touch that they thought I didnt have the money for anything more expensive than fast food. I did in fact take advantage of this partially because every teenager is a shithead and I was not exempt from that rule and partially because I knew they had more money than god so it was a totally victimless crime. A classmate once bought 2 copies of The Last Guardian on release just because they thought I "deserved a new game." They thought I couldnt afford a new video game and I said nothing
This experience also made me utterly immune to the "rich people shit is when [middle class thing]" discourse on this site. Because ive directly experienced rich people shit and its NOT when someone goes to NYU or gets Starbucks on their breaks at the job they have to work to afford their mortgage.
Rich people shit is when I had to yell at my classmates that we are not spending tens of thousands of dollars ON BALLOONS for our prom when we had a DJ to pay and their response to me was "thats only 700 dollars per person."
Rich people shit is when I went to go tutor one of my classmates little brothers who was struggling with history and it took him 10 minutes to go get his tablet from his bedroom and come back to the kitchen table because their house was that big, which was being cleaned by a live-in maid while their private chef made us snacks the entire time I was tutoring him. And then their parents paid me 500 bucks and told me "sorry I seem to have misplaced my other wallet, is this enough? Its not a lot :(("
Rich people shit is when the other teachers kids and I breezed through school with high GPAs because all of our peers had so much money that they never had to care about getting into a good university or having careers or budgeting or anything, so they never tried.
Rich people shit is when youre invited to a little get together on the weekends and get told to bring an overnight bag because their definition of a little get together is an overnight yacht trip. And then you get there and find out that your middle class definition of what's needed for an overnight trip is VERY different from a rich persons definition of the same thing: you have some pajamas, clean underwear, toothpaste, and some soap and face wash, maybe some moisturizer. They bring half their wardrobes and designer personally-commissioned serums that cost more than your house and then tell you that youre "just so quaint."
So much discourse around whos rich and whos not comes from people who have never been in a rich persons reality and so they end up shooting directly above them and calling that rich. But I tell you from personal experience that rich people are uniquely disconnected from reality and anybody who has to work for a living is by definition NOT rich. I dont care if they have a big suburban house and 2 new cars and go on vacations a lot, thats not RICH. Rich is when their kids think 700 dollars is pocket change for prom balloons and have their own personal yacht to take their friends on whenever they want, not when someone goes to fucking NYU.
This is getting a lot of notes again and is reminding me that I should try to get out for more walks in the nice autumn weather
this is so fucking funny dude
agnes tachyon is my favorite freako and she can do no wrong 🧪 🚗 ☕ 🌴 💻
Dragon Head Mountain, South Sinai, Egypt. The red glow in the 'eye' is a camp fire in the cave.
Type of shit you usually only see in skyrim
vampire buddy road trip. a group of formerly youthful turnlings (now middle-aged vampires in their own right) take a poignant journey to visit their once-ferocious Vampiric Sire in a Floridian Retirement Home
the drive is 2.5 hours by GPS, but their inability to drive over bridges turns it into a Cross Country Road Trip equivalent. (also it's in florida and they hafta pull over every time they accidentally catch sight of a Christian bumper sticker) ((they spend half the drive arguing about why COEXIST stickers don't have the same effect))
#interstate with the vampire
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