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santa deniers on science-mas eve hearing charles darwin evolving down the chimney
Feeling evil (just wanna be loved by someone that only has eyes for me)
are you ever like damn why is literally everyone else scared of openly communicating and being direct and truthful and honest
i'm kind of bored of subliminal messaging or vaguing or being anything but truthful and blunt and forthright. every miscommunication that has ever befallen me is a result of jumping to conclusions or not giving the benefit of the doubt or just not being open to hearing the other side. i am so bored. i just want communication. i want straightforwardness. i want here is why i'm bothered. here are the facts. here's what i think. now tell me your side. let's talk about this. let's start a dialogue. there's no reason for either of us to be guessing. languages were meticulously crafted over the years for a reason. so let's use them! let's talk! let's communicate!
btw you can be straightforward AND kind. i'm not sure why people seem to think it's one way or the other. either way a lot of people need to not only internalize this mentality but practice it bc i feel like so many people are willing to BURN BRIDGES ??? rather than just communicate and be honest. and some people don't communicate and end up fostering resentment and bitterness and dislike for the other person that cause them to snap out of nowhere and the other person is like ?? bc guess what. it was NEVER commuicated
Mommy needs you to smoke the whole cigarette so you grow up big and strong, ok sweetie?
my new thing whenever an embarrassing memory jumps up out of some backwater neuron to t-bone my present-day thought process is to declare a statute of limitations. like i can burn down an entire building in the state where i live and the law deems it both unfair and illegal to prosecute me after six years have passed, i think that thing i said in high school can be expunged from my record.
Okay, but this is actually kind of genius.
My family has a related Policy called "The Five Year Rule". Five years after an embarrassing or dramatic event happens to someone, everyone else has to shut up about it. This rule was created to keep some of my aunts from bringing up shit from fifteen and twenty years ago at family dinners.
So if you need to set a statute of Limitations: If it would be fucking rude of your auntie to bring up at thanksgiving, it's rude for your brain to bring up at 3AM too and it needs to eat some mashed potatoes and shut up.
I love when dogs and cats just let you pat the shit out of them and they enjoy it so much. Like yeah dude real quick I just need to play you like a bongo and theyâre like god yes Iâve been waiting for someone to play me like a bongo
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I think we should do this but leave Colorado alone so thereâs just an extremely jarring rectangle in one part of this
I like how you think.
enough. to the Box with you
unfortunately the awful little freak everyone hates has saved the world so now we all have to try to be nice
tried to google search for that post that's like.. something about squids and it goes "the squirterrrrrrrrr" and believe it or not that did not show me the thing i was looking for
hey guys âïž just checking in. "the squirter meme" didnt bring it up either
(exhausted and covered in blood) i found it
u heard about this shit?
We are fucked
everyone loves Predynastic Egyptian Terracotta Bowl with Human Feet. shout-out to a real one
It looks like it would be so excited to run over when you needed a bowl
I am super against light pollution, and have been for decades
but I am also super annoyed by the way it's framed as "without light pollution you can see how beautiful the night sky is" way more prominently than it's framed as "hey, did you ever stop to think of how much energy/resources/money are literally wasted by having so much light shine up into the sky?"
so people get the idea that light pollution can only be remedied by eliminating all night-time light, which would make being outside at night very inconvenient, instead of by making night-time light shine only on the ground where, y'know, the people who need it are
The mildest example of what OP's talking about in Dunedin, Aotearoa:
This is just with the streetlamp equivalent of using lampshades. Imagine what truly directional city lights could achieve?
Reblogging this again cause light pollution actually have negative health affects on humans and wildlife. We weren't meant to live in a world constantly bathed in light.
I LITERALLY THINK THIS EVERY TIME THE SONG COMES ON
What song is this talking about?
âBaby Itâs Cold Outsideâ
Otherwise known as the original âBlurred Linesâ
HEY FRIENDS HISTORICAL REMINDER: âWHATâS IN THIS DRINKâ ISNâT TALKING ABOUT DRUGS, HE IS NOT TRYING TO ROOFIE HER
THE SONG IS TALKING ABOUT ALCOHOL
but still a pushy song
historical reminder that the reason pina coladas and pink squirrels are known as âgirly drinksâ is because they mask the taste of alcohol and men were know to give women these drinks without informing them that they were alcoholic. It takes a couple of drinks to realize youâve been consuming alcohol and by then youâre more susceptible to suggestion, making it easier for him to convince you to stick around and have a third drink. When this song was written in 1944 most women didnât drink regularly, meaning they had a low tolerance and it would only take 2-3 drinks to get her drunk enough that she wouldnât be able to put up much of a fight. This was the 1940s version of being roofied
No no no it was not.
âHey whatâs in this drinkâ was a stock joke at the time, and the punchline was invariably that thereâs actually pretty much nothing in the drink, not even a significant amount of alcohol.Â
See, this woman is staying late, unchaperoned, at a dudeâs house. In the 1940âs, thatâs the kind of thing Good Girls arenât supposed to do â and she wants people to think sheâs a good girl. The woman in the song says outright, multiple times, that what other people will think of her staying is what sheâs really concerned about: âthe neighbors might think,â âmy maiden auntâs mind is vicious,â âthereâs bound to be talk tomorrow.â But sheâs having a really good time, and she wants to stay, and so she is excusing her uncharacteristically bold behavior (either to the guy or to herself) by blaming it on the drink â unaware that the drink is actually really weak, maybe not even alcoholic at all. Thatâs the joke. That is the standard joke thatâs going on when a woman in media from the early-to-mid 20th century says âhey, whatâs in this drink?â It is not a joke about how sheâs drunk and about to be raped. Itâs a joke about how sheâs perfectly sober and about to have awesome consensual sex and use the drink for plausible deniability because sheâs living in a society where women arenât supposed to have sexual agency.
Basically, the song only makes sense in the context of a society in which women are expected to reject menâs advances whether they actually want to or not, and therefore itâs normal and expected for a ladyâs gentleman companion to pressure her despite her protests, because he knows she would have to say that whether or not she meant it, and if she really wants to stay she wonât be able to justify doing so unless he offers her an excuse other than âIâm staying because I want to.â (Thatâs the main theme of the manâs lines in the song, suggesting excuses she can use when people ask later why she spent the night at his house: it was so cold out, there were no cabs available, he simply insisted because he was concerned about my safety in such awful weather, it was perfectly innocent and definitely not about sex at all!) In this particular case, heâs pretty clearly right, because unlike in Blurred Lines, the woman actually has a voice, and sheâs using it to give all the culturally-understood signals that she actually does want to stay but canât say so. She states explicitly that sheâs resisting because sheâs supposedto, not because she wants to: âI ought to say no no noâŠâ She states explicitly that sheâs just putting up a token resistance so sheâll be able to claim later that she did whatâs expected of a decent woman in this situation: âat least Iâm gonna say that I tried.â And at the end of the song theyâre singing together, in harmony, because theyâre both on the same page and they have been all along.
So itâs not actually a song about rape - in fact itâs a song about a woman finding a way to exercise sexual agency in a patriarchal society designed to stop her from doing so. But itâs also, at the same time, one of the best illustrations of rape culture that pop culture has ever produced. Itâs a song about a society where women arenât allowed to say yesâŠwhich happens to mean itâs also a society where women donât have a clear and unambiguous way to say no.
I feel so much better about this song now!!!
that explanation is so much better, because its clear in her singing and her voice that she is happy, so the âfactâ that it was âabout coercion and rapeâ totally didnât make sense to me. thank you for historical context.
so I started a new anxiety medication this past week and so far itâs been going very well except that I have extremely vivid dreams and apparently sleep texting. I seem to have sent this at 3am and i have no memory of it
but i am Right
okay this reminded me. iâm disabled and iâve gone to the hospital a lot and one time in college during finals season i had to write my professor an email excusing my absence but the dilauded kicked in and well
i was not born in 1998
mann my stomach is starting to ache i hope its not because of the bomb i ate