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Y'all can keep at it with that “Romeo and Juliet fell in love in five days how immature” shiz but Macbeth went from no murder to yes murder in like one afternoon and I feel like one of those is a significantly bigger problem than the other
In his defense his wife triple dog dared him and called him a pussy
i wish men understood that when women are talking about feminism and rape culture and shit, it’s not just a political conversation. it’s not about being a “social justice warrior” or whatever. it’s about our actual lives being shaped by misogyny since childhood, and the daily reality of living in fear of violence. this isn’t a fucking game or philosophical debate. this is our fucking lives.
this post is picking up like 100 notes per minute its outta control
Just watched a Donald Glover special where he talks about how he realized how many female colleagues asked him to walk them to their cars…until it hit him that they, as adults, were scared. Pow, ya got it. How many men worry about where they park, how late they can be out alone, where they can go by themselves, who will watch their drink if they need to use the bathroom … all of this.
Women don’t have a choice as to whether or not we deal with everything that comes with being a Woman in our society. We have to deal with it because it is how we survive.
Sometimes we internalize the damaging messages and start to believe them and spread them as the truth instead of as the lies they actually are. This internalized misogyny damages us and those around us whether or not we realize it, and we must learn to overcome it and see what is truth and what is not truth.
-FemaleWarrior
This goes double/triple/more for WOC, transwomen, and any other women in minority groups. Being a woman is hard enough. Being a non-white woman? Infinitely harder.
straight guy memes: getting married to the woman of your dreams? GAME OVER BRO!!!! XD
wlw memes: i hope my future wife likes blueberry pancakes so i can make them for her for breakfast every morning
the millennials behind brand twitters are class traitors no you can’t make me change my mind
Denny’s social media is the exception to this.
they are absolutely not.
School isn’t actually meant to teach you real life skills, it’s actually meant to get you used to waking up early and going to a boring and miserable job every day.
A lot of people read this and think it’s just juvenile shit kids complain about. But this is literally how mass education started. The necessity of disciplining formerly farming people, used to setting their own schedules, into the rhythms of the industrial economy, was why mass education was born.
coriolanus? isn’t that a type of parsley?
you’re thinking of coriander. coriolanus is a french scientist from the 17th-18th century.
no, that’s coriolis. coriolanus is when two things are connected
No, that’s correlation. Coriolanus is a fairly attractive seabird.
No that’s a cormorant. Coriolanus is a kitchen device that you use to remove the core from apples and pears.
no, that’s a corer. coriolanus is an aura of plasma that surrounds a star.
Nope, that’s a corona! Coriolanus is a perforated bowl used to strain off liquid from food, especially after cooking
no, that’s a colander. “coriolanus” is one of the pauline epistles from the christian bible
no, that’s corinthians. coriolanus is a small orange-colored oval fruit, or a fruit-bearing tree that produces this fruit.
no, no- that’s a kumquat. “coriolanus” is a large group of dancers who perform synchronized routines, usually in musical theatre.
you’re thinking of a chorus. “coriolanus” is a plain but reliable model of car made by toyota
no, that’s corolla- “coriolanus” is a place or angle where two or more sides or edges meet
No that’s a corner. Coriolanus is a type of sea creature which commonly forms the basis of reefs, such as the Great Barrier
No, that’s coral. Coriolanus is a brass instrument similar to the trumpet.
No, that’s a cornet. Coriolanus is a strong fabric made of twisted fibers that academics like to wear as pants.
No, that’s corduroy. Coriolanus is a festive horn filled with seasonal fruits, vegetables and flowers.
No, that’s a cornucopia. Coriolanus is a person usually associated with wealthy, powerful, or upper-class society, who was given luxuries and status in exchange for entertainment and companionship.
it is SO much easier for teachers to be like “hey we’re going to be talking about *sensitive topic* tomorrow so be prepared” and a student who knows that topic is one of their traumas can mentally prepare themselves, or decide “hey i’d rather not risk having an anxiety attack today, i think i’ll just stay home” instead of springing it on them last second and making a student feel like shit
thats literally all a “trigger warning” is in the context of schools. being like “hey we’re discussing this, take and precautions you need to prepare” not completely banning sensitive material. is it so hard to just try to be sensitive and caring to other people’s needs
People who are against trigger warnings and get all mad about them are gonna flip their absolute shit when they find out about tables of contents
no one wants to hear it but love is earned after the initial infatuation. commitment is something u both mutually agree to and then from there it’s work. it’s not work like it’s a chore it’s jus work like it takes effort. to get good at these things takes practice. it takes practice to learn to communicate better and it takes practice to learn to love each other in the ways u need to be loved.
And it’s also terrifying! Like it’s the kind of vulnerability you can’t do while being all cool and in control of things, you have to like open up the really awkward, ugly inner part of yourself and hope that the other person is still into you.
Like you have to actually say - with words coming out of your mouth or hands or whatever way you use to directly communicate in person - what you would like from the other person! You have to say stuff like “hey the thing you did made me feel some ways and we have to address this like adults” and hope that the other person says “I see, yes I also think we should address this like adults” (instead of “no I didn’t” or “you’re overreacting” or other shut-down-ing shit that ruins lives).
Worth the read my oh my
I don’t hang out with white dudes who use mustache wax anymore bc it’s only a matter of time b4 they fall in love with me and find out I’m gay and write a song on their…idk..their fuckin harpsichord or banjo or ukulele about the girl from the forest who broke their heart but also they don’t even like hiking
i know this seems oddly specific & that’s bc it is
Something I find incredibly cool is that they’ve found neandertal bone tools made from polished rib bones, and they couldn’t figure out what they were for for the life of them.
Until, of course, they showed it to a traditional leatherworker and she took one look at it and said “Oh yeah sure that’s a leather burnisher, you use it to close the pores of leather and work oil into the hide to make it waterproof. Mine looks just the same.”
“Wait you’re still using the exact same fucking thing 50,000 years later???”
“Well, yeah. We’ve tried other things. Metal scratches up and damages the hide. Wood splinters and wears out. Bone lasts forever and gives the best polish. There are new, cheaper plastic ones, but they crack and break after a couple years. A bone polisher is nearly indestructible, and only gets better with age. The more you use a bone polisher the better it works.”
It’s just.
50,000 years. 50,000. And over that huge arc of time, we’ve been quietly using the exact same thing, unchanged, because we simply haven’t found anything better to do the job.
i also like that this is a “ask craftspeople” thing, it reminds me of when art historians were all “the fuck” about someone’s ear “deformity” in a portrait and couldn’t work out what the symbolism was until someone who’d also worked as a piercer was like “uhm, he’s fucked up a piercing there”. interdisciplinary shit also needs to include non-academic approaches because crafts & trades people know shit ok
One of my professors often tells us about a time he, as and Egyptian Archaeologist, came down upon a ring of bricks one brick high. In the middle of a house. He and his fellow researchers could not fpr the life of them figure out what tf it could possibly have been for. Until he decided to as a laborer, who doesnt even speak English, what it was. The guy gestures for my prof to follow him, and shows him the same ring of bricks in a nearby modern house. Said ring is filled with baby chicks, while momma hen is out in the yard having a snack. The chicks can’t get over the single brick, but mom can step right over. Over 2000 years and their still corraling chicks with brick circles. If it aint broke, dont fix it and always ask the locals.
I read something a while back about how pre-columbian Americans had obsidian blades they stored in the rafters of their houses. The archaeologists who discovered them came to the conclusion that the primitive civilizations believed keeping them closer to the sun would keep the blades sharper.
Then a mother looked at their findings and said “yeah, they stored their knives in the rafters to keep them out of reach of the children.”
Omg the ancient child proofing add on tho lol
This may just be my experience as an autistic person, but the kids I’ve nannied whose parent’s complain of ‘bad awful in cooperative selfish autistic behavior’ are… Not like that? At all?
Like, for example, I cared for a kid for a while who was nonverbal and didn’t like being touched. Around six years old? Their parent said that they were fussy and had a strict schedule, and that they had problems getting them to eat. Their last few nannies had quit out of frustration.
So, I showed up. And for the first little while, it was awkward. The kid didn’t know me, I didn’t know them, you know how it is. And for the first… Day and a half, maybe? I fucked up a few times.
I changed their diaper and they screamed at me. I put the TV off and they threw things. Not fun, but regular upset kid stuff.
Next time, I figured, hell, I wouldn’t like being manhandled and ordered around either. Who likes being physically lifted out of whatever it is they’re doing and having their pants yanked off? Fucking few, that’s who.
Next time, I go, ‘hey, kiddo. You need a new diaper?’ and check. ‘I’m gonna go grab a new one and get you clean, okay?’ ‘Wanna find a spot to lay down?’ ‘Alright, almost done. Awesome job, thanks buddy’.
I learned stuff about them. They liked a heads up before I did anything disruptive. They didn’t mind that I rattled of about nothing all day. They didn’t like grass or plastic touching their back. They were okay with carpets and towels. They liked pictionary, and the color yellow, and fish crackers, and painting. They didn’t look me in the face (which was never an issue- I hate that too, it fucking sucks) but I never had reason to believe that they were ignoring me.
Once I learned what I was doing wrong, everything was fine. Did they magically “”“become normal”“” and start talking and laughing and hugging? No, but we had fun and had a good time and found a compromise between what I was comfortable with and what they were comfortable with. (For the record, I didn’t magically sailor-moon transform into a socially adept individual, either. In case anyone was wondering.)
I don’t like eye contact. It’s distracting and painful and stresses me out.
They didn’t like eye contact either.
Is eye contact necessary to communication? No. So we just didn’t do it.
Was there ever a situation where I HAD to force them to drop everything and lay down on the lawn? No. So the thirty second warning came into play, and nobody died.
“But they never talked!”
No, they didn’t. And they didn’t know ASL, and they didn’t like being touched.
So you know what happened?
My third day in, they tugged on my shirt. ‘Hey monkey, what’s up?’ I asked. And they tugged me towards the kitchen. ‘oh, cool. You hungry?’. They raised their hands in an ‘up’ gesture. ‘you want up? Cool.’ and I lifted them up. They pointed to the fridge. I opened it. They grabbed a juice box out of the top shelf, and pushed the door closed again. ‘oh sweet, grape is the best. You are an individual of refined taste.’ I put them down and they went back to their room to play Legos.
“But they didn’t say please or thank you!” “But you should be teaching them communication skills!” “But!” Lalalalala.
1. The entire interaction was entirely considerate and polite. I was never made uncomfortable. I was made aware of the problem so that I could help them solve it. There was no mess, no tears, no bruises, no shouting.
2. Did my brain collapse into a thousand million fragments of shattered diamond dust out of sheer incomprehension? No? Then their communication skills were fine. Goal realized, solution found, objective complete. They found the most simple and painless way to communicate the situation and then did it.
Kids are not stupid. AUTISTIC kids are not stupid.
I’m willing to bet real cash money that the real reason the last few nannies had quit had a million times more to do with their own ability to cope, not the kid’s.
To this day, that was the most relaxed and enjoyable job I’ve ever had.
And I know I don’t speak for everyone. All kids are different. All adults are different. But in my time and experience, pretty much 95% of all my difficulties with children come from ME not being understanding enough. Every single “problem child” I’ve worked with turned out to be a pretty cool person once I started figuring out how to put my ego aside and let them set the pace.
Again, not speaking universally, here. I’m just saying. Sometimes social rules are bullshit, you know? People are people
Have you ever read an article about the study that found that teaching the parents to cope with autistic kids yields better results than other therapies? Because this is exactly what they were talking about.
why is finishing things so hard,,, you literally have one step left and then you never have to think about this again,,,.. please..,.
i dont have a favorite music genre. i just like songs that sound good. i have no specific taste,, if it slaps it slaps.
Romantic opium binges and fainting couches are all well and good but kids these days just don’t appreciate the late 19th century occultism aesthetic. Get some ceremonial robes, take up pipe-smoking and radical political views, wave some hyssop branches around and claim to have received revelation from mysterious higher beings. Transliterate your name into a Semitic language or sign all your letters with a mysterious Latin abbreviations; schism from your secret society to form a new, even more secret society! Paint a circle on your wealthy parent’s library floor and summon up spirits of indeterminate origin!
What I wanted was to fall asleep Close my eyes and disappear Like a petal on a stream A feather on the air
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