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getting mad at strangers online for accomplishing and getting things that I only didn't get because I ruined my own chances is so unfair to them for sure, but FUCK I wish I got the grad pics and the prom and the stage to walk across, and a diploma put in my hand instead of emailed to me. I know I have no one to blame but myself, and as proud as I am of all these kids I just can't help but be bummed a little
never by myself and never silent, so why do I still feel lonely?
sick, nauseous, retching at how corporate interests demand all technological advancement must come at the cost of choice and consent, must be forcefed to the uncooperative consumer. a digital menu would be useful? 'k great, they're FUCKING MANDATORY :D Wireless earbuds are an innovation, so we stole your fucking earphone jack. hard to find coins for the laundry machine? no problem, now you can pay with card, in fact you must pay with card, in fact you must DOWNLOAD AN APP TO WASH A LOAD ON MED-TEMP QUICK CYCLE. you want to park your car? you want to PARK your CAR you dumb CUCKFUCKLE? you weeping seeping pathetic pustulant bedsore of an open wound???
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nobody talks about missing your mom even when she's still around, but itâs clear to you that she doesn't like you in every word. even menial conversations like who's winning dancing with the stars drip with underlying distaste. I wish she liked me. I miss sitting under her feet in the kitchen. i miss being taught at the dinner table. i miss asking questions about my body. I miss talking about boys. I miss being told I could be anything I wanted until I became what she didn't. i miss when she liked me. I miss talking to her. I can't talk to her. I want her to braid my hair again.
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Meet Mary Jane Rathbun, The Medical Marijuana Activist Who Baked Hundreds Of Pot Brownies For AIDS Patients
At first glance, few would guess that Mary Jane Rathbun, an elderly woman with thick glasses, was one of the most well-known marijuana activists in American history. But Rathbun was famous for her âmagicalâ marijuana brownies â and her fervent belief in the medical benefits of cannabis.
While living in San Francisco in the 1980s, Rathburn found herself in the epicenter of the AIDS epidemic. Already known for baking marijuana-infused brownies in her kitchen, Rathburn soon began distributing her baked goods to patients at San Francisco General Hospital, dubbing the AIDS patients she met as her âkids.â
Despite multiple arrests, Mary Jane Rathbun â known as âBrownie Maryâ â would become one of the main driving forces behind the legalization of medical marijuana in California.
Mary Jane Rathbun was born on December 22, 1922, in Chicago, Illinois, and grew up in a strict Irish Catholic household in Minneapolis, Minnesota. According to a 1996 New York Times article, she demonstrated her ability to resist authority at a young age by fighting back against a nun who was trying to cane her. Shortly thereafter, Rathbun moved out of her family home.
As a teenager, Rathbun began working as a full-time waitress, a job she would work for most of her life. Alongside working, she also became involved in social activism, supporting causes like unions and abortion.
Then, during World War II, Rathbun moved to San Francisco and briefly married a man there. The couple would go on to have a daughter together, Peggy, who tragically died in a car accident in the 1970s.
Around the same time, Mary Jane Rathbun fatefully crossed paths with Dennis Peron, a San Francisco cannabis activist. After this meeting, Rathbun dove headfirst into the world of marijuana.
While working at the International House of Pancakes (IHOP), Rathbun began a secondary gig: selling marijuana brownies. By the 1980s, Rathbun was baking hundreds of cannabis-infused brownies a day. She advertised them on bulletin boards as âmagically deliciousâ brownies.
Her (far-from-subtle) advertisement eventually caught the eye of authorities. On January 17, 1981, police came to her home, found more than 600 of her âmagicâ brownies, and arrested the 57-year-old. (Rathbunâs response to her arrest was a succinct: âOh, shit.â).
The notoriety from Rathbunâs arrest grew her business, and earned her the nickname âBrownie Mary.â But it also did more than that.
Following her arrest and conviction, Rathbun was sentenced to 500 hours of community service â a sentence that Rathbun would complete in just 60 days. While volunteering for the Shanti Project, an organization dedicated to helping HIV/AIDS patients, Rathbun witnessed first-hand the horrific impact of the growing AIDS epidemic.
Suddenly, Brownie Maryâs business took on a new purpose.
Mary Jane Rathbun soon became a volunteer at San Francisco General Hospital â in 1982, she was arrested for the second time while carrying marijuana brownies for a friend with cancer there â and was thus on the front line of the AIDS epidemic as it ravaged San Francisco.
At the hospital, Rathbun passed out her brownies to patients struggling with the disease. Rathbun had noticed that the marijuana helped AIDS patients and cancer patients with side effects like pain and nausea, and she set out to bake a truly impressive amount of brownies each month. While most of her baking supplies were financed by her $650 social security check, people across the city also donated their cannabis.
Her impact was recognized and celebrated city-wide. In 1986, San Francisco General Hospital awarded her âVolunteer of the Year.â A decade later, Brownie Mary and Dennis Peron were both invited to be the Grand Marshals of the San Francisco Gay Pride Parade.
âBrownie Mary was providing marijuana brownies to terminally ill AIDS patients in San Francisco General Hospital, so it was an act of mercy,â Rathbunâs attorney J. Tony Serra, recalled. âOnly her humanitarian conscience guided her. She never made a penny on it and she exposed herself to the full fury of the law. She couldnât have lasted long in the state penitentiary. So she was very brave.â
Indeed, even if the cityâs officials wanted to stop Rathbun, Brownie Mary was ready to be arrested as many times as necessary.
âIf the narcs think Iâm gonna stop baking brownies for my kids with AIDS, they can go fâk themselves in Macyâs window,â Rathbun announced in front of San Francisco City Hall during a rally in 1992.
Alongside baking her brownies, Brownie Mary continued volunteering at organizations across the city and even helped Peron open the San Francisco Cannabis Buyers Club, the first public cannabis dispensary in the United States. She and Peron also published their own cookbook, though Rathbun kept her brownie recipe a secret.
âWhen and if they legalize it, Iâll sell my brownie recipe to Betty Crocker or Duncan Hines,â she remarked, âand take the profits and buy an old Victorian for my kids with AIDS.â
In 1992, Brownie Mary additionally testified about the positive impacts of marijuana for medical purposes and secured the San Francisco Board of Supervisorsâ resolution to make cannabis possession a lowest priority offense. In 1996, she and Peron also successfully advocated for Proposition 215, a California law that permitted the use of medical marijuana.
For her work, the board declared August 25th âBrownie Mary Day,â which is still observed to this day.
While Mary Jane Rathbun worked tirelessly to take care of the sick in San Francisco, she often neglected her own serious health issues.
In her older age, Rathbun struggled with chronic obstructive pulmonary disease and osteoarthritis. She had been diagnosed with colon cancer (and beat it). She often experienced physical pain in her knees, which had both been replaced.
Like many of her patients, Rathbun self-medicated with her cannabis brownies. She consumed half of one in the morning, and half in the afternoon, and claimed it helped her manage her physical pain.
However, by 1996, Rathbunâs condition deteriorated to the point where she could no longer walk, and consequently, no longer bake. In 1998, she moved into the Laguna Honda Hospital nursing home.
There, she passed away from a heart attack on April 10, 1999, at 76 years old. Seven days later, a crowd of over 300 people held a candlelight vigil in her honor in the Castro neighborhood where her legacy began.
Following Mary Jane Rathbunâs death, her friends, loved ones, and patients called her âFlorence Nightingale of the medical marijuana movement,â in honor of her contributions to the city of San Francisco and impact on the medical marijuana movement in the United States.
Her brownie recipe, however, remains a secret to this day.
is she why we call it Mary Jane?
My heart does go out to the families of the kids in critical condition from Evergreen High School who will be forgotten in all of this chaos.
There was a shooting at a Colorado high school at around the same time as Charlie Kirk was shot.
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A mafia don, a dermatologist and a gardener talk about their experiences with moles, unaware that they are all talking about different kinds of moles.
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Hey someone suggested I use ChatGPT to figure out adulting today, and as I was going through the mental list of places I'd rather look, I realized "beloved strangers on Tumblr dot net" was on that list.
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âAsk ChatGPT this and thatâ like fuck holy shit people donât want real advice.
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for those who donât remember, âmole interestâ was an experiment I did 2 years ago because I wanted to test what causes tags to go trending on tumblr. My hypothesis was that all it takes is one (1) post blowing up in an established tag to make the entire tag trend.
I had randomly generated 2 words, which is where âmole interestâ came from. I failed to consider that by generating a new tag, it wouldnât have had enough posts already in it to prove what I now call âthe mole interest effectâ.
But now it does.
In 2023, we said âfuck itâ a la mythbusters and ended up doing whatever it took to get #mole interest to trend. And it did. And it happened to be September 11th that day, and we managed to get #mole interest to trend ABOVE #9/11.
So, in the name of science, I ask you to reblog just this post. Letâs put the mole interest effect to the test.
Itâs crazy seeing anti-vaxxers blame immigrants for measles cases and measles deaths in the US. You cannot control where the people your child has interacted with have been, what vaccines theyâve gotten, what sick people they may have interacted with. You can, however, vaccinate your fucking child, you stupid fuck. You told every immunocompromised person that asked people to get vaccinated that you âwerenât responsible for their healthâ and to âstay home if youâre soooooo worried about getting sickâ. But now youâre blaming everyone but yourself and the bullshit misinformation youâve been passing around for measles herd immunity failing in the US after 2 decades of the virus rarely being an issue. Vaccines worked. Youâre the one responsible for fucking it up.
NOOOO THE SIX ORGASMS PERIOD HACK GOT REBLOGS DISABLED JUST AS I TRIED TO REBLOG IT whatever. I'm trying that next period.
Rescued media. Fuck it.
