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Men in Black (1997) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

I use this scene to explain implicit bias to people. his first instinct is to assume the aliens are violent and the girl is innocent, but instead of acting on those assumptions he takes time to recognize his bias, look at the situation again, and then act.

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I watched this with my dad when I was fairly young, and I remember thinking that this was why he got chosen; before he even really knew what was going on, he didn’t assume that aliens were dangerous monsters.

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It goes even further. The Men in Black IMPLICITLY are pro-non-violent-aliens-living-among-humans.

Therefore Jay taking note of how each one seems menacing but notes the smaller details is exactly what the MiB are looking for. The other candidates fired at every nonhuman looking entity in the simulation.

Look closely and you’ll see the simulation is full of big teeth, dangerous looking aliens doing mundane tasks like crossing the street, preparing for a sneeze, hailing a taxi, getting a hot dog from a vendor.

The Men in Black SPECIFICALLY look for people who are perfect at sorting out what an actual problem is in a crowded situation. Zed must have been beaming on the inside. This man really WAS a perfect candidate.

wonderfulworldofmichaelford

I love pointing this out: the novelization confirms, yes, he was 100% right in his assessment there

gildedgryphon

That feel when it’s 40°C (104°F) outside and you’re a bird who can’t sweat. Big tubs of ice help a little, though.

absynthe--minded

every now and again I have to stop and remind myself that the first Veggie Tales movie exists, and I didn’t imagine it in an eight-year-old fever dream

I have to remind myself that there is a real movie about talking veggies where the plot involves kids and their chaperones having car trouble late at night and getting stranded at a liminal space seafood restaurant in the middle of nowhere only to be cornered by three random dudes in fake looking pirate costumes who tell them a really implausible story about how they’re probably 5,000 years old in real life because they provided ferry service to an ancient Jewish vegetable prophet and his friend the worm, nearly died like three times, and then parted ways after going to the ancient world’s version of Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory

ilikeyoshi

me: hey how long is this thing going to last

someone: haha you just want to know when you’re off the hook

me: hah

me: (actually i just need to allocate the right expectations and backlog of energy and make sure the rest of my day falls in good accordance with it so that i don’t feel time-crunched and propel myself into a hysteria because if i don’t know how long this thing lasts or when it ends i can’t possibly know when literally anything else starts and my entire life becomes an unraveled realm of anarchy with no rhyme or reason and how is that not terrifying to you)

ilikeyoshi

me: hey how long will this take

someone: oh like twenty minutes

me: ok

*an hour later*

me: *clinging to every learned social skill i can think of with the desperate hope my distress and exhaustion doesn’t show*

someone: hey we’re almost done don’t be so crabby

me: *smiling* *internally screaming at this SENSELESS CHAOS*

ilikeyoshi

someone: hey do you want to do [involving time-consuming thing]

me: hey that sounds fun! when were you thinking?

someone: oh we’re doing it right now

me: oh. like. now-now? like right now. like you want me to stop what i’m doing and get up and do this thing with you, suddenly, with thirty seconds of warning. now. like this second. immediately. now?

thatsnicebutimmarried

Rant time.

I am really sick of people telling me to meditate. “Meditation will help with your anxiety!” I can’t meditate. I have adhd. Meditation is like, physically impossible. “You clear your mind—“ I can’t clear my mind. My brain has 500 tabs open and it is running on Windows 95. “Well you don’t clear your mind of all thought, you just like pare down and focus on your breathing and let your thoughts drift away—“ I’m sorry, did you say “focus”? On one thing?

Adhd is not the inability to focus, it’s the inability to focus on a single thing. My brain is a internet browser with infinitely respawning pop-ups. And you want me to sit still, and focus on like...one thought, and that is going to magically quiet the music coming from 18 of those 500 tabs and maybe even close them?

Look maybe that works for you. For me, it’s just the prime opportunity to create the mental equivalent of this:

Sometimes I need silence to focus. Sometimes I need noise. Sometimes I have to feed my brain so much information that I distract the other 499 tabs so I can focus on the one important one. My husband can meditate before bed to get sleepy. If I try that, Imma be wide awake for an hour following a rabbit hole I found during meditation time. I have to read before bed to get sleepy, because I have to essentially overload the rabid processors in my brain with so much information that the whole thing just short-circuits and lets me fall into unconsciousness. My brain cells are all independent contractors who must be distracted and entertained so that the one functional seratonin molecule and the adderall can get anything done.

And you want me to sit STILL. And think of NOTHING? Or think of ONE THING???? Impossible. My thoughts are all hydras. You start with one and without even cutting off the first head 7 more just keep sprouting out and sprouting out in an infinite fractal of distraction and executive disfunction. And the next thing I know you’re telling me that meditation time is over and wasn’t that relaxing? And I don’t know what you mean because I have mentally blue-screened and passed the last ten minutes wondering how flat earthers think circumference of the lower latitudes work and whether bugs are aware of their own mortality and have completely forgotten to meditate so instead of feeling relaxed I’m itching to google and consume as much “where are they now” information for people who were on Hoarders as I can find.

So yeah. Meditation works great for you? Super. Please stop suggesting it to me. I have tried and found that Meditation.exe is not compatible with Megan.OS. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

utwo

‘69 Chevrolet Camaro

paranoidgemsbok

i hate when people are like UHM FRUIT ISNT ACTUALLY GOOD FOR YOU IT HAS A LOT OF SUGAR like shut the fuck up go eat your nutritionally complete meal powder you bought off a fucking kickstarter project okay let me enjoy a clementine

zooophagous

God SAME.

It even goes beyond that, like if I ever eat a raw vegetable for my own health I always get shit like “yeah but the dressing is super bad for you so you canceled it out by eating ranch with it” or “carrots have tons of carbs they’re basically sugar”

And I’m just like for real? I can’t have a baby carrot with ranch? I can’t have some fucking grapes? If the only truly “”“pure”“” food I can eat is raw celery and a daily multivitamin I’d quite honestly and truly rather just be dead.

dredsina

Just because something has a lot of calories or sugar doesn’t mean it’s bad for you. Veggies and fruits have a ton of vitamins and minerals and fiber and you NEED calories for like…your body to work. So who cares if you smother them in ranch. Just don’t dip a clementine in ranch

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I’m gonna dip a clementine in ranch.

quinzelade

Why do you hate Jesus

hokuto-ju-no-ken

Jesus is my homeboy but God has a lot to answer for and my rebellion will continue until he does so.

bumblebeerror

Nothing about this post prepared me for that raw ass last line.

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The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003) | dir. Peter Jackson

black-culture

Yeah sex is cool but have you ever been on tumblr before December 17 2018?

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jugandbettsdetectiveagency

guys… I don’t know if you know this but… if you wake up early… there’s so many more hours in the day

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tikkety-tok

the way they slowly scoot over 😂😭

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octopustronaut

There’s an update 😊

baixueagain

the father and son both dancing around the topic because they didn’t want to make the other uncomfortable is the most British thing I’ve ever heard

fierceawakening

I kind of love these people.

midwestgender

ppl don’t understand adhd/autistic cleaning processes. we think so far ahead it’s like,,, impossible to do shit. you want me to vaccuum my bedroom floor? okay. we need to pick up all the stuff thats on it first, though. and where are we going to put the stuff? well, theres a couple categories of Stuff- Clothes, Random Items, and Trash. Trash is easy, we just throw it away. Clothes have to be sorted into Clean, Not Clean- and then the not clean ones have to go in the laundry bag, but theres so many so i might have to start a load now- ugh, distracted. lets go back to the clean clothes. well, these go in my drawer but- my drawer is really disorganized, so i’ll have to organize the clothes first so that theyll fit and look neat. by the time i’m done with that, i’ve spent an hour and a half trying to do stuff in my room. i finally turn to random items, most of which can find a home on my desk, but others i dont really know what to do with. plus, my desk is dirty. so i have to organize my desk, figure out where everything goes, and the stuff that doesn’t have a place can go in… a box, i guess. (not like i don’t have three other boxes full of random stuff in my closet) so i put all the items back up but now i have this box full of stuff i dont know if i need so i have to go through it, sorting it into donate and dont donate piles. i might as well throw in some clothes to, so i dig through my clothes drawer and get the clothes i dont want, throw them in there too. okay, back to the random items- the ones i dont want to donate are still here, so i have to put them somewhere. i dont have anywhere to put them- maybe i should get a shelf? i start googling shelves, figuring out which ones would be best for my room, debating prices, learning about installation, and eventually im like ‘well, already on my computer’ and i decide im going to ‘check’ social media and end up lost in it for an hour or so. you walk back in, and theres stuff all over the floor, albeit in bags and boxes, and it still hasnt been vacuumed. its been five hours since i started. how does it take five hours to clean your room? it just does.