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One Nice Bug Per Day
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I’m hispanic and I live in a wealthy neighborhood. My mother is an international business woman, has her own cooperation in 5 different countries, and makes more than $500,000 per year. In middle school, we moved into this gated subdivision, and the houses in the area are mostly valued more than $700,000. When we moved into our new house, everyday I would go get the mail, and there would always be a $1 bill placed inside. I thought someone might have mistakenly put that in our mailbox. Everyday the dollar bill was placed there, and it clearly meant something. It was message saying it was uncommon for a hispanic family to be able to pay for living in the subdivision. That was the first incident of racism I experienced. The second was when my mother put me into a private catholic school in the town we moved into. The school was mostly caucasian, and I was probably the only hispanic in my grade. One day a boy was talking about how his room was always dirty, and then turned to me and said, “ Hey! Can your mom come clean my room, she’s, like really good at cleaning, right?” So I turned to the boy and said, “ She doesn’t even clean our house, its too big. But we have these 2 white ladies who come clean it every weekend. If your mom needs a job, she can come join them. They never finish on time.“
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In Britain in the 1970s, disabled people began to criticize the link between physical difference and social death, began to draw a distinction between impairment – which has to do with the ways we differ from one another – and disability – which has to do with the way impaired people are treated in a society that does not plan for impaired people. Disability, on this understanding, is not in-ability but dis-enablement, and nondisabled people are not, in comparison to us, innately able. They are, rather, enabled by a society set up to accommodate their needs and not ours. Disability is injustice, not tragedy; unequal treatment, not inherent inequality.
Critic of the Dawn (via moriartysdance)
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And, because disability is so identified with dependence, let me talk for a moment about that. I am a dependent person. I eat food whose final preparation I handle myself, but which has come to me across roads laid and maintained by other people from stores staffed by other people – and even those people didn’t grow or raise or harvest or slaughter any of it. I wear clothes made by other people from cloth woven by still others. I am human: I depend on others. And this is called independence. I am a dependent person. I need human contact, most of which I receive through an Internet built and maintained by many other people. I do not know my neighbors, but even face-to-face interaction requires someone’s cooperation. I have learned from my time in isolation rooms that I can handle a while without human interaction, but that eventually it will become unbearable. I am human: I depend on others. And this is called independence. I am a dependent person. The words I work with were taught to me by people who wrote and read them before I traced my first A. The language I work in is a living entity, shaped and grown over centuries by billions upon billions of speakers. The ideas I work on are part of a tradition nurtured by many thinkers. I am human: I depend on others. And this is called independence. I am a dependent person. I do not – have learned that I cannot safely – live alone. I require the patterns of life to be modeled for me over and over again. I struggle to get, and to keep, jobs in workplaces designed for “plug-and-play” workers. I learn some things quickly and easily; I need to be explicitly taught many things that seem obvious to others. I am human: I depend on others. And this is called dependence. Independent can mean self-governing. It can also mean self-reliant. It can deny others’ influence on our decisions or others’ support in carrying those decisions out. Dependent can mean controlled by others. It can also mean requiring the support of others. None of us, of course, is independent in either sense. We grow up in social contexts, supported and denied, enabled and disabled by those around us. But some rely on supports which are so common as to go unnoticed, while others use support that is atypical and therefore apparent. Some supports are provided by the community as a whole and go unnoticed, while others are borne – or not – by a small number of people whose lives are profoundly affected. So I know the ways in which I am dependent not by looking at how I depend on others, but by watching other people. I look to nondisabled people to tell me which kinds of dependence are recognized, which are devalued. I know the shame that comes with asking for “inappropriate” help. Within the disability community, too, there are fault lines around which kinds of dependence we recognize, which kinds we devalue.
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Lady Thor from Marvel Universe
Cosplayer: Miley Romero Photographer: York In A Box
The most adorable tiny cosplayer I’ve seen in a while.
Excellent combination of formidable and adorable.
As a feminist
As a feminist I think women should also be drafted if necessary.
As a feminist I think women should not be given a lighter sentence compared to a man who did the same crime.
As a feminist I think female abusers should be held at the same level as male abusers
As a feminist I think male rape victims are just as equal as female rape victims and deserve the same attention.
As a feminist I believe in complete equality between genders even if that equality isn’t always “beneficial” to me
Feminism=gender equality, not female superiority
^^^ Yup. This right here.
is it an autism thing to really love something but then when someone you know starts to get really into it you start to lose interest in it even if it's someone you love a lot because it doesn't feel like your thing anymore and you want it to yourself
Absolutely! That happens to me a lot, and sometimes I’ll get super defensive like “No, this is my thing, you go get your own thing.” There’ve been very few people who have liked something I liked and I haven’t gotten upset about it. On the flipside, when people tell me to, say, watch a show they like, I get the same way. Like “No, this is your thing, I have my own things.”
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To conserve energy, koalas sleep 18 to 22 hours a day.
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my father told me once to never date anyone who talks smoothly around you from the start because if someone likes you they should be a little nervous and honestly i think that’s some of the best advice anyone has ever given me
i told my dad about this text post and he got so excited he teared up and then he said he felt like he just adopted forty thousand new children to share his wisdom with and he hopes all of you meet kind, sweet people he would be proud of
This is now the ultimate dad post