Right time to update this thing for the first time in forever. I'm Cheri. I'm Kiwi, born in '92, cis woman, demisexual, been in a relationship since 2010 (also the year I finished high school), basically white (my Mums part Maori but we never really connected with Maori culture much and also I'm pale with blue eyes and freckles so), grew up with a mentally / emotionally abusive father (who was also an alcoholic, smoked weed, and was sometimes physically abusive to my mother), I have a history of depression and anxiety and I've had chronic lower back pain that prevents me from working full time for nearly 2 years now thanks to an injury. I'm a Hufflepuff, INFJ or INFP, cat person (my partner and I have 2), and I reblog fandom stuff (lately lots of Steven Universe, Gravity Falls, and Adventure Time), funny stuff, gaming, feminism, and anything else I find interesting. Please let me know if I reblog something offensive, or if you want me to start tagging something for any reason. My ask is always open for anyone that wants to talk about anything and if we're mutuals I'm happy to exchange facebook, skype, email or snapchat.
The fact that when they first tested the nuclear bomb they thought that there was a possibility it could set the atmosphere on fire and end all life on earth but still set it off anyway is a testament to the fact that we are only alive via dumb fucking luck
if anyoneâs interested: the study my professor did was basically with children who were 2-3 years old. they laid out toys for them to play with that were commonly associated with one gender or the other (action figures vs. dolls, a pink and therefore âgirlyâ bike vs. a non-pink and âmasculineâ bike or w/e). for a while they would observe them in the room and the children would be aware they were being watched by them. during this period pretty much every child played with the âappropriateâ toys
what they did next was then have everyone leave the room, but be watching behind one-way glass, and observe which toys the children would choose when they didnât think they were being watched. a lot of children would play with any toy, regardless of which gender it was âmeantâ for. they had no problem with it. but they were aware of the fact that adults and other people had a problem with it. they had already learned what they were âsupposedâ to do, despite the fact they didnât seem to honestly care. just as long as they thought they werenât being watched and wouldnât get in trouble for not playing with the ârightâ toys⌠which in itself says something
basically it supported the idea that children internalize gender roles at a young age, are aware of them, and it isnât innately something a certain gender prefers over the other (or someone with one type of genitals innately prefers, as most people correlate gender with genitals, especially regarding a child. so it seems logical to assume itâs unrelated)
theyâre just kind of arbitrary associations that seem to do more harm than good
Hereâs one of the reasons I donât buy the cynical interpretation that Ariel gives up her identity for a man.
This screencap comes from her introductory scene. Sheâs searching through a shipwreck for human artifactsâwhich is her passionâwhen suddenly sheâs attacked by a shark.
While fleeing, she accidentally drops her bag full of artifacts right in the sharkâs path. Without hesitating, she chooses her passion over her safety, risking her life for a dinglehopper.
The girl is an anthropologist who studies humans. Thatâs her passion, thatâs how she spends her timeâŚthatâs her identity.
Sure, Eric is the catalyst that leads Ariel to changing her species and leaving her familyâhe certainly intensifies her feelingsâbut theyâre feelings she already has, and they dictate most of her life.
If Ariel had the chance to become a human before she met Eric, everything that we know about her suggests that she probably would.
Dude this is no where NEAR âtoo heavyâ. This was one of those movies that actually treated me like I had a brain and thought legitimate thoughts. This was a movie where the stakes were real and it was clear that awful things might actually happen. They almost get NUKED. And even as a kid I understood that. I loved the way this movie treated me as a child. Because the character acted like a real kid, and there was a touch of realism to it.
Iâm misquoting Bruce Coville, but âWhy should we protect children from the worst parts of human nature when children are usually the ones affected by it?â
Sure thing buddy, lemme just hop back to my grandpaâs funeral and tell my five year old brother that it doesnât fucking matter because weâre all just brief chemical reactions inevitably hurling towards the goddamn void for all eternity that would have fixed him right up
Okay, but The Masculine Woman is stylinâ as fuck and the one with the ladies playing cards and smoking backfires completely as soon as you realize itâs pretty much just a straight role-reversal and the âindignityâ of the thing is that heâs not the one smoking and playing cards with the boys.
Also, did anyone else pick up on the blatant contradiction between accusing feminists of being ugly man-haters (âsome plain thingsâ) and saying they use their feminine wiles to coerce men into agreeing with them (âthe easiest wayâ)?
in light of recent events, also consider this concept: daisy ridley beating the shit out of all the racist star wars fans who complain whenever john boyega is featured on her instagram
i was emotionally abused in school as a small child, but strongly supported and validated at home; as a result, instead of coming to believe i deserved to be dehumanized and scapegoated, i developed a reactive stubbornnes where everyone who hasnât earned my trust over a course of years is on probation and everything they say has to pass a gamut of skeptical analysis.
now, donât get me wrong, this has caused a lot of problems for me in my life. my intimacy issues are breathtakingly bad. BUT it does have the followiing benefit: abusers testing for victim potential push me once, then run like hell.
what occurs to me after reading about the way abusers systematically erode your boundaries and use the frog-boiling method to make abuse seem normal, is that the general public could perhaps benefit from my experience, and learn that there is a simple first line of defense against abusers:
politely refuse the first request a new friend or date makes of you.
thatâs it. thatâll weed out a whole lot of the assholes without you ever having to lift a finger to eject them. decent people will accept your refusal â they might be a little confused or hurt, but they wonât PUSH â and abusers will either show their true colors, or run like the cowards they are.
now, it might take a bit of cleverness to refuse the literally first request if itâs something like âplease pass the saltâ that no sensible person would ever refuse, but if your hands are conveniently buttery you can do it. otherwise, wait for the first actual favor that requires effort, or just bluff it out â give them a cheerful nope and watch how they react.
because, in case you didnât know this, a real friend will NOT throw a shitfit if you tell them you canât drive them to work tomorrow, or you donât want to lend them your jacket, or youâd rather they donât take the last soda from your fridge. they really wonât. theyâll still be your friend. they wonât make a big deal out of it. i promise, abusive behavior is NOT normal, no matter what someone in your life may have told you.
THIS IS LITERALLY MY FAVE SCENE FROM DOCTOR WHO EVER I AM NOT EVEN JOKING I AM SO GLAD SOMEONE MADE A POST OF IT I THINK ABOUT THIS MORE OFTEN THAN IS NORMAL UGH IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY