Definitely not writing these down 🤐👀
Here’s a helpful flow chart:
Also, if it’s a maths or physics article the pre-print will probably be available on arXiv, especially articles from the last twenty years.
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Definitely not writing these down 🤐👀
Here’s a helpful flow chart:
Also, if it’s a maths or physics article the pre-print will probably be available on arXiv, especially articles from the last twenty years.
“When I was 26, I went to Indonesia and the Philippines to do research for my first book, No Logo. I had a simple goal: to meet the workers making the clothes and electronics that my friends and I purchased. And I did. I spent evenings on concrete floors in squalid dorm rooms where teenage girls—sweet and giggly—spent their scarce nonworking hours. Eight or even 10 to a room. They told me stories about not being able to leave their machines to pee. About bosses who hit. About not having enough money to buy dried fish to go with their rice.
They knew they were being badly exploited—that the garments they were making were being sold for more than they would make in a month. One 17-year-old said to me: “We make computers, but we don’t know how to use them.”
So one thing I found slightly jarring was that some of these same workers wore clothing festooned with knockoff trademarks of the very multinationals that were responsible for these conditions: Disney characters or Nike check marks. At one point, I asked a local labor organizer about this. Wasn’t it strange—a contradiction?
It took a very long time for him to understand the question. When he finally did, he looked at me like I was nuts. You see, for him and his colleagues, individual consumption wasn’t considered to be in the realm of politics at all. Power rested not in what you did as one person, but what you did as many people, as one part of a large, organized, and focused movement. For him, this meant organizing workers to go on strike for better conditions, and eventually it meant winning the right to unionize. What you ate for lunch or happened to be wearing was of absolutely no concern whatsoever.
This was striking to me, because it was the mirror opposite of my culture back home in Canada. Where I came from, you expressed your political beliefs—firstly and very often lastly—through personal lifestyle choices. By loudly proclaiming your vegetarianism. By shopping fair trade and local and boycotting big, evil brands.
These very different understandings of social change came up again and again a couple of years later, once my book came out. I would give talks about the need for international protections for the right to unionize. About the need to change our global trading system so it didn’t encourage a race to the bottom. And yet at the end of those talks, the first question from the audience was: “What kind of sneakers are OK to buy?” “What brands are ethical?” “Where do you buy your clothes?” “What can I do, as an individual, to change the world?”
Fifteen years after I published No Logo, I still find myself facing very similar questions. These days, I give talks about how the same economic model that superpowered multinationals to seek out cheap labor in Indonesia and China also supercharged global greenhouse-gas emissions. And, invariably, the hand goes up: “Tell me what I can do as an individual.” Or maybe “as a business owner.”
The hard truth is that the answer to the question “What can I, as an individual, do to stop climate change?” is: nothing. You can’t do anything. In fact, the very idea that we—as atomized individuals, even lots of atomized individuals—could play a significant part in stabilizing the planet’s climate system, or changing the global economy, is objectively nuts. We can only meet this tremendous challenge together. As part of a massive and organized global movement.
The irony is that people with relatively little power tend to understand this far better than those with a great deal more power. The workers I met in Indonesia and the Philippines knew all too well that governments and corporations did not value their voice or even their lives as individuals. And because of this, they were driven to act not only together, but to act on a rather large political canvas. To try to change the policies in factories that employ thousands of workers, or in export zones that employ tens of thousands. Or the labor laws in an entire country of millions. Their sense of individual powerlessness pushed them to be politically ambitious, to demand structural changes.
In contrast, here in wealthy countries, we are told how powerful we are as individuals all the time. As consumers. Even individual activists. And the result is that, despite our power and privilege, we often end up acting on canvases that are unnecessarily small—the canvas of our own lifestyle, or maybe our neighborhood or town. Meanwhile, we abandon the structural changes—the policy and legal work— to others.”
- Naomi Klein
This is why the media keeps pumping out articles about plastic straws and avocados that focuses on what we, individually, are doing to destroy the environment, when really the most pollution comes from multinational corporations and the only thing that will save us is global collective action.
i genuinely hope anyone ages 13-15 on this website (or, god forbid, younger) stays safe and keeps their private information secure and really private
please, if you’re really young on tumblr, try not to get swept up in the discourse and the tremendous amount of arguing with strangers that goes on here. i know you probably feel mature for your age but this website, like, really psychologically affects youth, and i encourage you to be cautious about your interactions with people on here
please, kiddos, stay safe
additionally, for my young, non-adult followers,
depression memes about wanting to die aren’t a healthy coping mechanism and can lead to worsening symptoms of your own mental health if overindulged in
you are not garbage. or trash. i know these terms are popular on here, but you shouldn’t be calling yourself that. you have everything you need inside of you to become your best self, even if it’s hard to see that
seriously, really don’t trust adults who want to date you. don’t trust adults who call you hot, flirt with you, ask you sexual questions, or ask you for nudes. (that last one is VERY illegal, also, please get help from a trusted non-creepy adult if this happens to you)
the opinions of complete strangers who aren’t interacting with you typically aren’t worth it. move on, use the block button. it’s not worth engaging with people who are going to make you feel awful or unsafe
take breaks from tumblr if it’s getting really stressful for you. talk to friends if you’ve got em, play a videogame or do whatever it is that can take your mind off the massive amounts of Hell on this website
recovery is good. it’s really, really good. if you’re having mental health issues, please seek out help if you can, or ask a trusted adult or friend for guidance. you are not alone. don’t let this website make you feel like you are
I started tumblr in 6th grade. Im now 20. I can back up ALL of this and wish I’d known this when i was younger bc i did myself a lot of harm online in my teen years.
Please, its not just annoying paranoid adults being overprotective or “not getting it.” please take this advice and be safe.
Above all, develop and enforce your personal boundaries and trust your gut, always. Never letting anyone (including yourself) cross them or talk you into things youre even a little uncomfortable with, or convince you your gut feeling is wrong. Thats about the best one rule you can follow even as an adult to be safe. If you won’t follow any others, just follow that one, please.
Ngl I’m 35 and I found reading this a useful reminder. Even as adults we need to remember to moderate our time spent engaging in intense discourse, and remember to pick our battles. I’ve had some of my worst moments because I was having horrible RSD responses to the words of random strangers, many of whom were probably young enough to be my children.
Just because they’re words doesn’t mean they can’t hurt, even if you are old enough that you think you should “know better.” Take a break, friends.
I can’t believe people are mad about a 16-year-old girl wanting the earth to get better
Also -
What is she supposed to do, motherfucker? Teleport?? Spontaneously develop the ability to fly unaided?
Not to mention the fact that THERE IS NO ETHICAL CONSUMPTION UNDER CAPITALISM
It doesn’t matter how committed you are to fixing the climate you still have to fuckin eat
Corporations do more harm in one hour than any singular human could do in their whole life.
Reblogging for that last line “Participating in the world as it is does not disqualify you from trying to improve it.”
Y’all, I finished Pumpkin Heads last night and let me tell you... it was suuuuper cute.
I recommend it ASAP!
To whomever needs to hear it; there’s nothing wrong with wanting to define a relationship. Emotional manipulators may convince you that you are too reliant on “labels” when this topic arises. “Labels” serve a purpose, they represent a set of clear boundaries, expectations, and appropriate behaviors.
My love requires transparency, consistency, and commitment; never let anyone convince you that this is too much to ask for. If that person cannot or will not meet your needs, you owe it to yourself, and them, to leave.
another thing I really love about OP is how the clothes and the overall looks change in almost every arc, bc this means that you can look at one single panel or fanart and know what time of their life they’re at an be immediately filled with nostalgia and go “ah the Skypiea… they were so young” and still had the Merry and they didn’t even know Franky yet. or the opposite, take a look at Luffy in his Wano yukata and know that he’s already an Emperor with a fleet, a step from being Pirate King. it’s just so great to take one look and know what is about to happen, if Ace is okay, if it’s only kiddos Luffy and Zoro with a bounty or the whole crew is already infamous, if Teach is just pieman with raft, if Kuzan’s still in the navy, if we met Bon-chan yet, etc.. it’s a small thing but makes you feel like that they really are chaning and progressing throughout the series, that there’s an actual timeline in the world. This gets lost in series where the protags literally wear the same outfit in their entire lives or get maybe one change at timeskip
Is it weird that I teared up reading this?
About an hour ago, I was in Walmart looking for my conditioner because today is wash day for my hair. As I’m looking for my product, this older white lady approaches me and she says, “Excuse me, miss. Please don’t be offended by this.” And usually when white people tell me not to be offended, 9 times out of 10, whatever they are about to say is going to be offensive af.
Anyway, she follows it up with, “My husband and I just recently won our custody battle with our foster daughter and she means the world to us. She’s a beautiful African American girl and her hair looks a lot like yours. But I’m afraid because I don’t know what to do with her hair. It’s a lot different from mines and our other children and we are at a total loss. I’ve tried looking up the YouTube videos and my husband went to the braiding shops so they can teach him how to properly braid her hair, but he’s still pretty new and it will be a while before he gets used to it. Do you have any tips you can give me? If you don’t have the time, it’s okay, really! I just needed a little advice because I want her to look beautiful.”
Y’all. swear I almost started crying on aisle 6. So for the last 30 minutes, I spent my time talking to her and what products to use and how to properly detangle and comb her hair with the proper tools and what not to do with natural hair. And I showed her a bunch of easier to follow natural hair tutorials on YouTube and saved them for her. (I also had to create a YouTube account for her so she could save it for later.) but omfg, she was so sweet, and I could tell that she listened to every single thing I had to say and she took little notes on her little notepad.
And what really filled my heart was the fact that her husband actually taking classes from African braiding shops. And she showed me a picture of him wearing a little sweater vest and loafers in a little shop surrounded by beautiful black women showing him how to braid black hair and even the lady he’s braiding on is guiding his hands. And omfg. Bless these old white people and their black daughter who I know have new loving parents because they are willing to step out of their comfort zone just to make her feel and look beautiful.
I really hope our paths cross again one day, Mrs Cicilia. 💖💕
When they ask why you stayed, you think about all the other women who did.
The ones who keep smiling with split lips. The ones who grew up thinking that if they just loved the beast hard enough, he’d become a prince.
And god, wasn’t there something in him that struck you as worth saving.
Like when you slammed the door shut between the two of you, and he knocked on it and asked you to come out and see the sun set. Held your hand when you gave it to him. Kissed the knuckles you’d bit down on hoping to stifle sobs.
Or when you told him you never wanted to talk to him again, and he showed up with flowers outside your window.
And hadn’t you grown up thinking this was what love was? Being chased by somebody who was convinced you were perfect for each other? That all you had to do was brush the ugliness under the carpet to have a happy ending.
He tells you that there is nobody else in the world who would believe in him, and you believe this too. Just because it means he needs you. Even if he doesn’t tell you. You’re the girl whose arms he comes running back to at the end of it all, and that’s what they said romance was all about. Somebody whose arms feel like home. Where you stay, even if the house starts burning and he’s the one who lit the match.
He holds you in his arms as you sway amongst the flames, stroking your hair and telling you it will all be alright. You rest your head on his shoulder, listen to his voice like it is your favorite lullaby. It’s what calmed you down when you were a child. You’d like to think he’s here to rescue you from the monsters but somewhere along the way, you realized that maybe his arms are more cage than means of escape.
The narrative isn’t perfect that way, so you try your best to play your part. Play the right song, wear the right dress, laugh the right way. Keep your hands around him and your eyes on the window.
You waited for the story to change.
This is too precious not to reblog 😂😂
this fucked me up
I wasn't ready for that
NO I don't have soft hands that you'll want to brush up against your calloused hands like any other romantic novel or movie... I'm a reader! I have endless paper cuts and no i dont care for them well so I end up having my own collection of battle scares instead of a soft-as-silk hands!
I think You're getting confused with "Romantic" and "luxury". Like when I say I want the date to be romantic I don't mean for you to take me to an expensive restaurant for which I'll have to wear a super uncomfortable dress and equally uncomfortable shoes where you'll end up paying a fortune for something that I can't even pronounce or even fill me.... when i say "Romantic" all i need is you, me and some mush! Food is welcomed too 😆
three internet trends i will (regrettably) probably never grow out of:
• typing in a cresCENDO TO EXPRESS EXCITEMENT • …………..unnecessarily……. long……….. ellipsis’ • puttinfh a typo in eveyr other word to shwo u dont really give a fukc but u actually do
also unnecessary!!!! punctuation marks??????? like…… ??? what is going on here????? i!! am!!! so!!! excited!!!!
and™ totally™ unneeded™ trademark symbols™
personally I enjoy Random Capitalisation to show things are Very Important
can we also talk about starting a sentence and then kind of just
stating something reblog if you agree
dude this isn’t even a collection of memes, this is a demonstration of internet grammar… anyone who says that when you type and communicate on the internet you lose too much inflection to get the real meaning just doesn’t understand internet syntax. the evolution of language in action.
the Rosetta Stone of the twenty first century
Also :) doing :) this :) to express :) bottled :) pain :)
or,,,,,using commas,,,,,, for elipsis’ ,,,, bc,,, it sounds better,,, in your head,,,, than periods,,,,,,,
pu t ting sp a ces in your wor ds at r and om time s because w hat the fu ck
Is it just me, or did anyone else read all of these with different tones of voice, volume, and inflection?
Don’t forget the B I G S P A C E S F O R E M P H A S I S
YASS LITERALLY ALL OF US ALL THE TIME
I love how I can hear all of these. It really shows how internet linguistics developed to compensate for the nuances of communication you lose when you’re speaking over text instead of face-to-face.
I do all of these and sometimes I use them all in one sentence
Or, maybe all of this is a way to help express our emotions cause we can’t really post our faces 24/7 of every day?
But fuck me if I am not allowed to be creative with language and make it so that text actually LOOKS like it has expression, MY expression, so that people get a close approximate of how I’m feeling…
Nope. Guess not. (._. )
Actually a lot of the times people seriously exaggerate or undermine certain text posts because it just looks like plain old text with correct spelling and no punctuation
But actually if you use internet slang it rEALLY pops out the passion
Coming into a fandom late
Coming into a fandom early and watching it become an angry clusterfuck
Being in a dormant fandom that suddenly comes alive again after a new book/movie
Don’t forget about those who come in the midst of a fandom war.
Accuracy at its best
Being in a fandom and not even knowing there’s a war going on…
all of this shit…lol
When You’re Not In The Fandom But You’re Nosy AF
When you get into a fandom only to discover it’s dead
This gets better every time I see it.
@fuboos-mess
Being in a dead fandom…
Or being in such a tiny fandom that it feels like youre the only one
The accuracy hurts.
Being in a fandom that had a shit ending.
When you’ve been fangirling long enough, you’ve experienced all of the above.
Being in a fandom meant for kids.
This just gets better..
@mi-kleos
When you realize that joining the fandom has ruined you
Fandom hell in general
Yes.
This^^^ just… ALL OF THIS.
Being in so many fandoms that you don’t even know what’s going on
THIS IS THE SKULDUGGERY FUCKING PLEASANT FANDOM IN ONE POST!!
Trying to recruit people to your fandom
Annnnnnndddd it’s back
Being in a fandom which has so many antis
I’ve probably reblogged this before, but that was before these great additions.
Being in a fandom that actually works together
Why is this so true? All of it.
being in a fanbase but all your mutuals suddenly turn into Kpop blogs
I always enjoy it when a good post comes around again and has been improved by the reblogs like the years for a fine wine.
Being in a fandom when shit goes down and everyone has different opinions
When you are in a fandom and don’t care for others people opinion…..even if they are right…(believe me, I have met several of those)
Being in a fandom you never meant to join
I love this. and it’s gotten better
Getting into a fandom just for the drama and not for the actual thing
It got better