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forced to experience every moment of every day for the rest of my life
me after i post my opinion to tumblr.com and omegaverse-obsessed-otaku with a picrew icon responds with "no. you know what? no. fuck you"
“Ah, Oliver, he has… le vice Anglais.”
“‘The English vice’? You mean he’s a bad cook?”
“No… well, yes, but. Not zat.”
“What… you mean he’s an insufferably spineless but moralizing royalist who romanticizes British imperialism and longs for the days when half the planet was subjugated by the throne and is still captivated by a misplaced nostalgia for feudalism?”
“Well… somezing else… but zat too…”
“I’m at a loss. What else could you mean?”
“Ah… he likes to be spanked upon ze bottom in ze fashion of public schools.”
“Oh. Yeah, well.”
It’s a very versatile euphemism.
When a drunk girl outside a club bathroom speaks… you listen. If she tells you that you’ll find love despite being hurt in the past? She’s right. If she tells you to stop being so self-aware? She’s right. They are the modern day Oracles at Delphi and must be taken at their every word
outside after a lesbian concert (King Princess), i asked a girl dressed as jesus if she forgave me. a drunk girl ran up and slurred “i don’t mean to interrupt, but you don’t need to be forgiven. you don’t need to be forgiven.”
we’re literally floating on a tiny planet in fucking space why are we surrounded by hatred and misery. why can’t everyone just calm the fuck down and lay on some grass. the sun is a GIANT BURNING ORB why does money exist. fuck everything
There’s a tornado warning out (two, technically), so of course I went for a walk outside to see if I could spot it. Never have I seen so many of my neighbors at one time, when there wasn’t a firework show or a picnic.
There was a tornado warning and a bunch of people gathered outside to set off fireworks. I wish I was kidding.
How cool would it be to shoot fireworks into a tornado?
Hormone replacement therapy but I take pure adrenaline
The two genders: fight or flight
Can someone just punch me in the fuckin face already? I feel like getting my shit rocked is just about the only thing that can wake me up from this stupid cycle of self loathing bullshit, and if it doesn’t at least I’d feel something else for a bit
everybody loves to talk about velma and daphne but y’all seem to forget that velma and hot dog water from mystery incorporated were obviously gay
h-hot dog water?
Her name was hot dog water because her father was a carnival owner and they were so poor she had to bath with the used hot dog water. Also she was murdered by Nazi robots under the command of a Hannibal lector bird Scooby Doo influenced by a cosmic embodiment of horror but then brought back to life when Scooby Doo killed it
God also in eleventh grade, I was at my friend’s working on a poster for my Modern World class or whatever and I got assigned Norway and that was the night my dad died so I completely forgot about it but when bad stuff happens, random details stick in people’s minds,
So four years later when I told my friend I was moving she said “oh, their largest exports are petroleum and fish,” and I was like okay?????? ? ????
And she said “you told me that the night your dad died,”
And I loved that. The statement sounds so dramatic, like it was precious knowledge I’d imparted on her in our darkest hour.
Me @ my dad’s funeral: if you remember anything from today, my friend........Norway’s largest exports are petroleum and fish. Keep this with you for times to come.
I relate a lot more to Team Rocket than I ever did Ash
Gay
Poor
Constantly failing
did you know red snapper can live for over 100 years…. whatre they DOING down there
I hope this doesn’t work the same way for centaurs.
Thanks! I hate it
Going fishing:
really just wanna get lost in a forest right now ugh
“The more psychotherapy an abusive man has participated in, the more impossible I usually find it is to work with him.
The highly “therapized” abuser tends to be slick, condescending, and manipulative. He uses the psychological concepts
he has learned to dissect his partner’s flaws and dismiss her perceptions of abuse. He takes responsibility for nothing that he does; he moves in a world where there are only unfortunate dynamics, miscommunications, symbolic acts. He expects to be rewarded for his emotional openness, handled gingerly because of his “vulnerability,” colluded with in skirting the damage he has done, and congratulated for his insight. Many years ago, a violent abuser in my program shared the following with us: “From working in therapy on my issues about anger toward my mother, I realized that when I punched my wife, it wasn’t really her I was hitting. It was my mother!” He sat back, ready for us to express our approval of his self-awareness. My colleague
peered through his glasses at the man, unimpressed by this revelation. “No,” he said, “you were hitting your wife.”
I have yet to meet an abuser who has made any meaningful and lasting changes in his behavior toward female partners through therapy, regardless of how much “insight”—most of it false—that he may have gained. The fact is that if an abuser finds a particularly skilled therapist and if the therapy is especially successful, when he is finished he will be a happy, well-adjusted abuser—good news for him, perhaps, but not such good news for his partner. Psychotherapy can be very valuable for the issues it is devised to address, but partner abuse is not one of them; an abusive man needs to be in a specialized program.
Therapy focuses on the man’s feelings and gives him empathy and support, no matter how unreasonable the attitudes that are giving rise to those feelings. An abusive man’s therapist usually will not speak to the abused woman, whereas the counselor of a high-quality abuser program always does.
Therapy typically will not address any of the central causes of abusiveness, including entitlement, coercive control, disrespect, superiority, selfishness, or victim blaming.
It is also impossible to persuade an abusive man to change by convincing him that he would benefit from it, because he perceives the benefits of controlling his partner as vastly outweighing the losses. This is part of why so many men initially take steps to change their abusive behavior but then return to their old ways. There is another reason why appealing to his self-interest doesn’t work: The abusive man’s belief that his own needs should come ahead of his partner’s is at the core of his problem.
Therefore when anyone, including therapists, tells an abusive man that he should change because that’s what’s best for him, they are inadvertently feeding his selfish focus on himself: You can’t simultaneously contribute to a problem and solve it.
Women speak to me with shocked voices of betrayal as they tell me how their couples therapist, or the abuser’s individual therapist, or a therapist for one of their children, has become a vocal advocate for him and a harsh and superior critic of her. I have saved for years a letter that a psychologist wrote about one of my clients, a man who admitted to me that his wife was covered with blood and had broken bones when he was done beating her and that she could have died. The psychologist’s letter ridiculed the system for labeling this man a “batterer,” saying that he was too reasonable and insightful and should not be participating in my abuser program any further.
The content of the letter indicated to me that the psychologist had neglected to ever ask the client to describe the brutal beating that he had been convicted of.
As a routine part of my assessment of an abusive man, I contacted his private therapist to compare impressions. The therapist turned out to have strong opinions about the case:
THERAPIST: I think it’s a big mistake for Martin to be attending your abuser program. He has very low self-esteem; he believes anything bad that anyone says about him. If you tell him he’s abusive, that will just tear him down further. His partner slams him with the word abusive all the time, for reasons of her own. His wife’s got huge control issues, and she has obsessive-compulsive disorder. She needs treatment. I think having Martin in your program just gets her what she wants.
BANCROFT: So you have been doing couples counseling with them?
THERAPIST: No, I see him individually.
BANCROFT: How many times have you met with her?
THERAPIST: She hasn’t been in at all.
BANCROFT: You must have had quite extensive phone contact with her, then.
THERAPIST: No, I haven’t spoken to her.
BANCROFT: You haven’t spoken to her? You have assigned his wife a clinical diagnosis based only on Martin’s descriptions of her?
THERAPIST: Yes, but you need to understand, we’re talking about an unusually insightful man. Martin has told me many details, and he is perceptive and sensitive.
BANCROFT: But he admits to serious psychological abuse of his wife, although he doesn’t call it that. An abusive man is not a reliable source of information about his partner. What the abuser was getting from individual therapy, unfortunately, was an official seal of approval for his denial, and for his view that his wife was mentally ill.”
—“Why does he do that ? Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling men”
by Lundy Bancroft
sometimes I remember that Psy is loudly and vocally anti-american and that Gangnam Style was a song about how capitalist aspirational consumer culture pushes working class people to spend money they don't have on buying things they can't afford to maintain the appearance of wealth they cannot obtain and I briefly lose my mind again
“According to several reports in Korean media outlets, in 2002 Psy smashed a model of a U.S. tank into the stage at a concert in protest of a tragic incident that occured in June of that year, when a U.S. military vehicle ran over two 14-year-old Korean girls. The driver of the vehicle was later acquitted, leading to months of protests against the American government. Two years later, Psy joined other artists onstage at a protest concert to perform the song “Dear America,” written by the South Korean metal band N.E.X.T.. Psy sang along to the lyrics, “Kill those Yankees who have been torturing Iraqi captives/Kill those Yankees who ordered them to torture/Kill their daughters, mothers, daughters-in-law, and fathers/Kill them slowly and painfully.”
It gets even worse because he was forced to apologize for this performance after he became famous worldwide despite constantly being disrespected in American interviews.