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King Cake Recipe
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Sandra Bullock Has âWarnedâ Her African-American Son About Racism
Back in 2010, Hollywood actress Sandra Bullock adopted her son Louis from New Orleans, Louisiana.
The star has now opened up about educating Louis, who is of African-American heritage, all about racism - and even warned him that he will probably be judged by the colour of his skin.
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Speaking candidly to BET in a recent interview, Sandra revealed that her five-year-old son âfully understandsâ that many people face discrimination but she is also determined to show him that there is âgood in the world.â
The actress explained: âHe doesnât understand why people judge each other based on colour of their skin, but he knows they do. He also knows thereâs sexism, he knows that thereâs homophobia.
âI want him to know the truth, but I also want him to know the good in the world as well. Those are hard conversations to have. Itâs not any conversation any parent wants to have with their child⌠that youâll be judged by the colour of your skin rather than the content of your character.
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âBut, it exists and I want him to be safe and I want him to be aware.â
Sandra went on to add that she felt it was incredibly important to start these discussions early, revealing that she feels it is her job as Louisâ mum to teach him about the ugliness in the world alongside the good stuff.
She poignantly shared: âI think if you donât start the conversation early on, youâre doing them a disservice. Once he leaves that house and Iâm not with him, itâs his life and how he approaches it is his decision.
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âBut, I want to know that I did the best I could as his mom to educate him on the ugliness in the world, and also the beauty.â
It was recently reported that Sandra had adopted her second child, a baby girl, earlier this year, but the star did not comment on the speculation.
white fave.
I love that she isnât teaching him to be âcolor blindâ.
@ white moms see? Itâs not that hard.
And this is why sheâs Miss Congeniality. :â)
The fact she needs to be having such a conversation with a 5year old in the first place just reiterates how fucked up the world is
Sheâs great. IâD LIKE TO PUT FORTH A TRADE! Sandra for Raven. Itâs only fair.
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Today the Stickyfrogs have turned 6 years old! There was a Very Exciting Party on the Birthday Plate and everyone got a Special Birthday Hat!
The Stickyfrogs had a wonderful time at their birthday party and everyone got a Special Birthday Treatie! Happy 6th Birthday Tiny, Gumby, Jens and Voigt! đ¸đ¸đ¸đ¸
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after dying god informs you that hell is a myth, and âeveryone sins, its okâ. instead the dead are sorted into six âhouses of heavenâ based on the sins they chose.
We arrived first at the House of Lust. âHouseâ is a misleading term. It was more of a camp, spread over acres and acres of lush forest. There was a white sandy beach (nude, of course) full of copulating couples. There were little cabins sprinkled all along the path, from which orgasmic moans regularly came belting out. Men with six pack abs and women with perky breasts strolled by without even noticing me and God. They only had eyes for each other, tickling and pinching each other with flirtatious giggles.
âWhat do you think?â God asked as we passed a nineteen-way taking place in a pool of champagne. Little cherubs flitted overhead armed with mops and cleaning supplies, thankfully. âLust is our most popular sin.â I eyed the supermodel-like figures of a couple passing nearby, and could easily see why. âYou can look however you want. Hell, you can be whatever gender you want. No fetish is too taboo, and no desire can be denied here.â
It was quite tempting, but I wasnât ready to make a permanent decision here. âLetâs see the others,â I told God.
We carried on to Greed. We passed rows and rows of mansions, each more opulent than the next. Some of them were so large that they would have had enough bed rooms to fit my entire hometown. And so many different styles: one second, we were in a beautiful French vineyard in front of a gorgeous chateau with the Alps in the background. The next second, a warm tropical beach with a modern mansion atop breathtaking cliffs. After that, a ski chalet in Colorado with a roaring fire in a hearth large enough to fit an ox. Each one had various Italian sports cars and Rolls Royces parked in front, with the occasional smattering of boats, helicopters, etc.
âAny material desire you ever wanted,â God explained. âYour own world, where you can have everything. You want the Hope Diamond? You can fly to Washington DC in your own solid gold helicopter and buy it from the Smithsonian. Hell, you can just buy the Smithsonian.â
Also tempting, but I decided to keep looking.
Gluttony was next up. Tables and tables of the very finest foods: beautiful steaks cooked medium rare; butter-poached lobster tail; fresh oysters on a half shell; exotic wines in dusty bottles that had been hiding in the cellars of the worldâs finest restaurants. Everyone had a glass of champagne in hand and simply lounged on couches and chairs near the tables, eating endlessly. As soon as the inhabitants took a bite, the food just instantly came back. My mouth watered even watching them.
âIn every other House, the food is practically sawdust compared to Gluttony,â God explained. âYou havenât truly experienced heaven until youâve been to Gluttony.â
I shook my head, and we kept moving.
Sloth was as youâd expect. An endless sea of the softest mattresses, stacked with cushions and pillows that made the story of the princess and the pea seem minimalist. Little angels visited each resident, giving them massages that made them all melt into their blankets.
Wrath was⌠well, a lot like what Iâd expect Hell to be like. Fire, brimstone, whips, torture.. you know, the works. Except here, you werenât the one being tortured. Every enemy youâd ever made in your real life was now under your thumb. âLots of people choose their fathers,â God explained. âLots of grudges against parents in general, you know. But youâre not limited to that. Someone beat you out for a big promotion back on Earth? Take your pound of flesh here.â
Then we arrived at Envy. It looked⌠well, a lot like home.
âGo on in,â God said, gesturing toward the door. I turned the knob and walked in⌠and found Emily waiting inside. She ran forward, wrapped her arms around my neck, and planted a kiss right on my lips. âWelcome home, honey.â
I looked back toward God. âOh, donât be coy,â he said. âYou have no secrets from me. We all know that you were in love with your best friendâs wife.â She didnât seem to hear him at all; she went back into the hall. âWe all know that you just settled for your own wife while secretly pining after her. Well, this is your chance to live happily ever after.â
I peered into the kitchen. Emily was baking something, wearing nothing but an apron. Her curly black hair fell softly over her shoulder as she whisked ingredients. She turned back, noticed I was observing her, and an enthusiastic smile spread across her face.
âItâs what youâve always wanted, isnât it?â God whispered in my ear.
I wanted to take it. God damn did I want to take it. But I shook my head.
God seemed puzzled. âYou need to make a decision,â he told me.
âI havenât seen Pride yet.â
He scoffed. âNo one ever wants Pride, trust me.â
âWell, I want to see it.â
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Pride was boring. Just a row of workbenches in a bare white room.
âI donât get it,â I told God.
âYeah, no one does,â he answered. âThatâs why no one ever chooses it. Doesnât cavorting in Lust sound better than sitting here building little trinkets for the rest of eternity? Wouldnât you rather gorge yourself in Gluttony? Or spend time with Emily in Envy?â
I considered the options again. âI pick Pride,â I finally told him.
He narrowed his eyes. âWhat? Look at it!â He gestured around the room again. There wasnât much to look at. âWhy would you choose this for the rest of time?â
âBecause you donât want me to pick it,â I told him. If he was really God, heâd know what a contrarian I can be. And I knew he was hiding something, trying to pretend like Pride didnât exist. There was something special about it.
God scowled back. âFine.â He led me over to one of the workbenches. In the center, there was a black space. A blank, empty void that went on forever. âHereâs your universe,â he said. âYouâve got seven days to get started.â He took his seat at the bench next to me and went back to tinkering in his own world. After a long pause, he finally spoke again: âYou know, it might be nice for me to actually have some company for once.â
FUCKING I MEAN.
ITâS LIKE 7AM AND I LOVE GONNA REBLOG SO I CAN READ THIS SHIT AGAIN
Alternate Universe Where Bones are Called Something Slightly Different
[breaks leg] Argh, my boings!
i still cACKLEd
OMG LOVE THIS S/O to whoever made this
Reblogging again because itâs literal perfection
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Why would anyone want to consume it!?
I teach my 7th graders about the dangers of dihydrogen monoxide.
I bring in a graduated cylinder of it and we talk about how itâs used in nuclear power plants and gmo crops. How inhaling even the small amount Iâm holding can lead to suffocation or even death. Itâs found in vaccines and cancer cells, but also in infant formula and pet food. It is a huge component of acid rain, can cause severe burns, and has been found in places that were thought to be the most pristine and unpolluted locations on earth.
We talk about how there are little to no regulations on this chemical. No bans, no warning labels, and most manufacturers donât even have to disclose their use of it in their products.
My students are outraged. We talk about what we can do. Create posters and flyers to spread awareness. Contact our senators with petitions to ban DHMO. Spread this information all over social media.
Then I explain that the real problem with dihydrogen monoxide is thatâŚ.when I am thirstyâŚthere is just nothing else as refreshing, and then I watch their looks of absolute shock and horror as I drink the entire vial down.
I. Fucking. Love. This.
This is how misinformation works. How propaganda works. How manipulation works.
may our education be stronger than fake news
Amen.
To those who donât get it:
âDihydrogen monoxideâ is the chemical name for water, AKA H2O.
another important element of understanding the joke is understanding how pH levels work
yup. thatâs a higher number alright.
âEveryone who has ever touched or consumed this chemical has diedâ