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awww the like button turns into a rainbow when you press it! that's so cute...hey staff what's with all the trans women you keep nuking?
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
Maybe the transfem users should stop being sex pests and violating the terms and conditions for this website, then maybe they'd stop getting banned
Because this is what your "transfem sisters" are posting before they get banned. These aren't some uwu innocent victims being kicked for no reason, they're getting reported to staff for their gross rape fetishes.
let me say smth controversial….i was watching a video where someone was talking abt an older person saying “homosexual” instead of gay not in an offensive way just as in that is the term that they were used to using and didn’t realize that gay in the more used term now etc and the person in the video was acting like they were saying a slur i’m like………you ppl have allowed straight ppl to completely normalize using the word queer which was used in the first place solely to be a slur to essentially call gay ppl freaks & u freely use this term & are not bothered by straight ppl using it to the point where gay ppl are pretty much only referred to by that word now endlessly despite it still actively being used as a slur btw but u are complaining abt someone using homosexual which is ultimately just the formal word for gay which like the word gay has been used as a slur but is not in its origins a slur. like i’m sorry but ppl cannot be serious. i would 1000% rather any day someone call me homosexual over queer. like yes i am homosexual but i am not a freak for it. but this phenomena does not surprise me that is for sure!
Gay and homosexual were seen as offensive because of the fact they're used to refer to/describe gay people.
Queer is a slur because it's derogatory (queer = different, weird) and thus is used to refer to gay people (who are viewed as different, weird.)
Infuriating how this is conflated.
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i see the most recent TRA argument against sexual dimorphism in humans regarding male strength (and height) is “girls are fed less and told to keep thin, if they weren’t malnourished as children, they would be just as strong as men”
i’d like to ask: how do you explain the physical advantages women have over men, then? how do you explain women having higher body fat, stronger immune system, greater flexibility, higher pain tolerance and endurance? if women are capable of being just as strong as men, then do these advantages make us strictly superior? or would men eating less result in somehow having more body fat and more endurance??
idk why they insist on completely denying sexual dimorphism in muscle mass like it doesn’t make sense that evolutionarily, men evolved to be glass canons since they are less necessary for reproduction, and women evolved to survive. no one is saying women are destined and doomed to be barefoot pregnant housewives, but it’s stupid to pretend evolution doesn’t occur based on survival and reproduction of the species. it might be uncomfortable, but i don’t think feminism is going to go anywhere if we insist on denying science and reality.
men have no advantage over women in STEM, management, education, social sciences, arts, or just about any other non-physical field. lord forbid, maybe women aren’t the best pick for lifting as much weight as possible, but that isn’t particularly relevant in modern life anyways, is it? besides the value men put on their own strength, awarding themselves for lifting, it really isn’t very practical - would you rather be able to lift more or get sick less often, experience less pain and live longer?
the fact that people hear “less muscle mass” and for some reason think that translates to “incapable of paid work in modern society, only useful for making babies” is absurd
ANDREW TATE TRAVELLED TO MOSCOW AND THEY'RE GREETING HIM OFFICIALLY IN A TRADITIONAL MANNER AND WITH THAT ATROCIOUS NAZI-PATRIOTIC "MOTHER EARTH" SONG. I AM AT A LOSS OF WORDS
"only a poor artisan blames his tools" is such bullshit, in almost every imaginable line of work the quality of the tools you have access to plays a massive role in the quality of the end product, sometimes in excess of the role played by individual skill! For example, some people have to code in javascript
i want to study at a British university
i will spell color as colour and use degrees celcius. i would watch Sherlock on BBC all night while drinking a cuppa tea with my flatmates. i’ll have fish and chips every day that’s worth 5 quid. i would go to gaff parties every night. i am also more likely to meet chavs, One Direction, Ed Sheeran and the Queen.
i wish i was british :(
I love you tailors, I love you recycling center employees, I love you jewelry repair people, I love you tech repair people. I love you plumbers, I love you electricians. I love you all maintenance workers, who make it so things don't have to be fully replaced when they break.
There are so many ways to contribute to the climate movement.
i’m sick to death of seeing male cosmetic surgeons on social media with this “cunty” “gay best friend” personality, making jokes about being “snatched” and “skinni” knowing damn well they’re all fucking evil greedy misogynists.
i also regularly see them making jokes about their young female clients being with elderly and borderline abusive men. also jokes about “maybe a bbl will make you feel better”, “you aren’t ugly, you just need to get bread and come into my practice”
THESE MFS ARE EVIL!! THEY ARE FUCKING EVIL!!! i want to throw BRICKS THROUGH THEIR PRACTICE WINDOWS WHENEVER I SEE THEM!!! THEY ARE FUCKING LYING TO YOU THEY ARE PROFITING OFF FEMALE INSECURITY THEY WANT YOU TO FEEL FAT AND UGLY!! THEY WILL BUTCHER UR SURGERY AND THEN TELL YOU ITS SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE THAT!! MOTHER FUCKER THEY WILL KILL YOU!! THEY ARE NOT UR FRIEND THEY ARE TRYING TO MAKE YOU HATE YOURSELF!! THEY ARE THE FUCKING ENEMY TO ALL WOMEN!!
DO NOT CALL ME BESTIE, GIRLIE, WHATEVER!! I NEED YOU IN A CELL!!!!!!
EHEHE!! NOT EATING FOR 8 HOURS AND CLOTHING SO TIGHT IT RESTRICTS YOU IS SO CUTE AND “SNATCHED” HEHE!! ANYWAYS UR UGLY IF YOU DONT PAY THOUSANDS FOR A BBL!! AAAAHH
these tags are so funnyyyy
3 hours of sleep = i hate people who laugh
0 ours of sleep = waouw 🌼🌼🌼🌼🐎
Swinging at the hornets nest here (the “sex work is work” crowd won’t like this one lol) but there was a post going around about like “if you work in hospitality and you think you see a sex worker, no you didn’t. Keep your mouth shut and let them make their money” is honestly sending me. As many of you know, one of my jobs is working front desk at a hotel and like no lads…we can’t “look the other way” at times. Yes, we know when the working girls check in (many are regulars who are open about it, plus after working their long enough you Know™️ when a woman is because you can clock the signs) and of course we can’t stop them but there are times when you literally have to say something. Here are a couple of instances that have happened on my shifts alone:
-I was checking in two girls and knew something was off and asked to see both their ID’s. Only one had a passport and her 18th birthday was literally a week ago. The other one handed me her high school student card. We had to call the police when their pimp came in and started making threats bc we refused to check them in.
-a sex worker checked in the night before and a housekeeper went into the room the next morning and found the woman in a bloody mess. There were chunks of human tissue scattered throughout the room (the housekeeper quit after that. Honestly, housekeepers are literally on the front lines of the bullshit but that’s another story)
-something about a “couple” was offfffffff at check in. The woman was standing with her hands behind her back, had her eyes glued to the floor, and wouldn’t answer questions despite her name being on the reservation. The man was answering for her. When I asked to see her ID, he hands it to me, and when I handed it to her, her arms were covered in bruises. We didn’t let them check in
-there are two properties and one of them has an agreement with a women’s shelter. I’ve checked in women into one property only to see them come in months later to the other property under the womens shelters’ reservation with bruises and broken limbs (many of whom are indigenous women).
So yeah bottom line: with the World Cup soon approaching, all of us -front desk, maintenance, housekeeping, the kitchen staff, sales, you name it all departments- have had to do extensive modules on clocking the signs of human trafficking. You can’t just look the other way because it can mean missing the underaged girl or preventing horrific violence. Yes we have our regulars and yes sometimes it is what it is but no you can’t just look the other way and let them “secure the bag” because I guarantee there’s a pimp in the lobby/parking lot who’s the one getting the bag at her expense.
maybe this is niche complaint but why do men always mock and diminish the way that women work out? i saw a video the other day about a guy who went to his girlfriend's pilates class because he always talked about how easy pilates was and oops! he learned it's actually hard! these gym bros just love to assume that pilates or yoga or really any women-centered fitness activity is automatically easy and it bothers me SOOO much.
and the whole "middle aged women will do anything but lift weights" trend but it was literally just making fun of like. zumba classes. or jazzercise. yeah some of the classes were a little silly but why are we hating on these women for pursuing their fitness journeys the way they want to? why does it bother you so much?
idk men who exercise just have SUCH a superiority complex especially in regards to activities that women enjoy and it pisses me off to no end. "women will do anything but lift weights" how about "men will do anything but expand their narrow view of exercise to include anything that doesn't require a bench"
it's something she does which doesn't directly unambiguously benefit the males in her life. she's not going to jazzercise for her husband's sake. she's not serving her kids by going to a mini trampoline exercise class. she's just having fun with other women, and males can't stand women having having fun on their own or doing something for themselves.
Exhibit 3369
She played bass on 10,000 songs, including the most-played track of the twentieth century. She was paid $55 per session. Her name never appeared on the albums.
Gold Star Studios, Los Angeles, 1964. A woman in a cardigan walks past the receptionist, a Fender Precision bass in her hand like a briefcase. She doesn’t sign autographs. She signs a timesheet.
Her name is Carol Kaye. In three hours, she will record what will become the most-played track of the twentieth century. She’ll pocket fifty-five dollars and head to another studio, on the other side of town, for the next session.
The record label will never put her name on the album.
Between 1957 and 1973, Carol Kaye took part in roughly 10,000 recording sessions. Not as the featured artist, not as a guest, but as a hired hand. She was part of an anonymous collective nicknamed The Wrecking Crew—elite studio musicians who actually played the instruments on your favorite records while the famous bands posed for promotional photos.
The work was relentless. Three albums before the day was over. Stale coffee in paper cups. No rehearsal. The charts arrived minutes before the tape rolled. If you couldn’t read a chart and nail the take in two tries, you didn’t get called for the next session.
Carol could do it on the first try.
She started playing guitar in grimy bars at fourteen because her family couldn’t pay the electric bill. Music wasn’t a romantic dream for her. It was survival. It was a job—factory work with better acoustics and lower pay.
But she was faster and sharper than almost everyone else. She corrected charts in pencil while the producer was still explaining what he wanted. In one session in 1968, she told a famous producer his arrangement sounded like a dying dog. She chose her own line. They kept her version.
That descending bass line that drives the Beach Boys’ “Wouldn’t It Be Nice”? Carol Kaye. The propulsive groove of “These Boots Are Made for Walkin’”? Carol Kaye. The acoustic-guitar intro to “La Bamba”? Carol Kaye. The iconic theme from Mission: Impossible? Carol Kaye.
She invented techniques on the spot, out of sheer necessity. When the bass sound was too muddy for AM radio, she stuck felt under the strings and used a hard pick instead of her fingers. The tone cut through the static like a blade. It became the sonic signature that defined 1960s pop.
Bassists spent years—decades—trying to crack the secret of the Beach Boys’ gear to get that sound. They were studying the wrong people. They should have been studying Carol.
She received no royalties. No residuals. No gold-record ceremony. No credit on the album sleeves. When “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’” hit number one, Carol was already back in a studio cutting a soap jingle.
The biggest bands mimed her bass lines on TV variety shows. New York marketing departments decided a mom in classic clothes didn’t fit the rebellious-youth image they were selling. So they simply left her name off the album credits.
For thirty years, almost no one cared. The truth only began to surface in the late 1990s, when music researchers found the same union contract numbers on thousands of hit records. The very documents meant to preserve studio musicians’ anonymity betrayed them.
Think about it. Every time you heard “Good Vibrations,” “River Deep – Mountain High,” the Righteous Brothers, Nancy Sinatra, or Sonny and Cher, you were hearing Carol Kaye. She composed the soundtrack of an entire generation’s youth.
And yet the records still say nothing. She’s now over eighty. She wrote instructional books. She trained countless bassists. She is finally starting to be recognized by music historians who uncovered the truth about The Wrecking Crew.
But she never got what she deserved: her name on those albums. Credit for the music that defined an era. Recognition that those bass lines everyone associates with the “Beach Boys” were, in fact, Carol Kaye’s.
Fifty-five dollars a session. Ten thousand sessions. The most-played track of the twentieth century.
And the world didn’t know her name.
breaking my silence. me