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“If a society puts half its children into short skirts and warns them not to move in ways that reveal their panties, while putting the other half into jeans and overalls and encouraging them to climb trees, play ball, and participate in other vigorous outdoor games; if later, during adolescence, the children who have been wearing trousers are urged to “eat like growing boys,” while the children in skirts are warned to watch their weight and not get fat; if the half in jeans runs around in sneakers or boots, while the half in skirts totters about on spike heels, then these two groups of people will be biologically as well as socially different. Their muscles will be different, as will their reflexes, posture, arms, legs and feet, hand-eye coordination, and so on. Similarly, people who spend eight hours a day in an office working at a typewriter or a visual display terminal will be biologically different from those who work on construction jobs. There is no way to sort the biological and social components that produce these differences. We cannot sort nature from nurture when we confront group differences in societies in which people from different races, classes, and sexes do not have equal access to resources and power, and therefore live in different environments. Sex-typed generalizations, such as that men are heavier, taller, or stronger than women, obscure the diversity among women and among men and the extensive overlaps between them… Most women and men fall within the same range of heights, weights, and strengths, three variables that depend a great deal on how we have grown up and live. We all know that first-generation Americans, on average, are taller than their immigrant parents and that men who do physical labor, on average, are stronger than male college professors. But we forget to look for the obvious reasons for differences when confronted with assertions like ‘Men are stronger than women.’ We should be asking: ‘Which men?’ and ‘What do they do?’ There may be biologically based average differences between women and men, but these are interwoven with a host of social differences from which we cannot disentangle them.”
— Ruth Hubbard, “The Political Nature of ‘Human Nature’“
this is for a part-time job as a barista
on an application to work the front desk of a hotel
If minimum wage you'd like to make, This ancient quiz you'll have to take.
Step right up, but be prepared. Those who fail are poverty-snared. Question One! If your labor proves most fruitful, Raking quarters by the bootful, Who should excess profits reap, Me the wolf or you the sheep? Question Two! If, by merit, you're made pope, What will be your fervent hope? Law and order justly paired? Or mercy and the guilty spared?
Question Three! If a train should leave Topeka Driven by a solar squeaker, How then should the cat behave? Give it milk or give it grave? Question Four! Do you have a criminal record?
Put my most popular tumblr post, my family would be traumatized
She played bass on 10,000 songs, including the most-played track of the twentieth century. She was paid $55 per session. Her name never appeared on the albums.
Gold Star Studios, Los Angeles, 1964. A woman in a cardigan walks past the receptionist, a Fender Precision bass in her hand like a briefcase. She doesn’t sign autographs. She signs a timesheet.
Her name is Carol Kaye. In three hours, she will record what will become the most-played track of the twentieth century. She’ll pocket fifty-five dollars and head to another studio, on the other side of town, for the next session.
The record label will never put her name on the album.
Between 1957 and 1973, Carol Kaye took part in roughly 10,000 recording sessions. Not as the featured artist, not as a guest, but as a hired hand. She was part of an anonymous collective nicknamed The Wrecking Crew—elite studio musicians who actually played the instruments on your favorite records while the famous bands posed for promotional photos.
The work was relentless. Three albums before the day was over. Stale coffee in paper cups. No rehearsal. The charts arrived minutes before the tape rolled. If you couldn’t read a chart and nail the take in two tries, you didn’t get called for the next session.
Carol could do it on the first try.
She started playing guitar in grimy bars at fourteen because her family couldn’t pay the electric bill. Music wasn’t a romantic dream for her. It was survival. It was a job—factory work with better acoustics and lower pay.
But she was faster and sharper than almost everyone else. She corrected charts in pencil while the producer was still explaining what he wanted. In one session in 1968, she told a famous producer his arrangement sounded like a dying dog. She chose her own line. They kept her version.
That descending bass line that drives the Beach Boys’ “Wouldn’t It Be Nice”? Carol Kaye. The propulsive groove of “These Boots Are Made for Walkin’”? Carol Kaye. The acoustic-guitar intro to “La Bamba”? Carol Kaye. The iconic theme from Mission: Impossible? Carol Kaye.
She invented techniques on the spot, out of sheer necessity. When the bass sound was too muddy for AM radio, she stuck felt under the strings and used a hard pick instead of her fingers. The tone cut through the static like a blade. It became the sonic signature that defined 1960s pop.
Bassists spent years—decades—trying to crack the secret of the Beach Boys’ gear to get that sound. They were studying the wrong people. They should have been studying Carol.
She received no royalties. No residuals. No gold-record ceremony. No credit on the album sleeves. When “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’” hit number one, Carol was already back in a studio cutting a soap jingle.
The biggest bands mimed her bass lines on TV variety shows. New York marketing departments decided a mom in classic clothes didn’t fit the rebellious-youth image they were selling. So they simply left her name off the album credits.
For thirty years, almost no one cared. The truth only began to surface in the late 1990s, when music researchers found the same union contract numbers on thousands of hit records. The very documents meant to preserve studio musicians’ anonymity betrayed them.
Think about it. Every time you heard “Good Vibrations,” “River Deep – Mountain High,” the Righteous Brothers, Nancy Sinatra, or Sonny and Cher, you were hearing Carol Kaye. She composed the soundtrack of an entire generation’s youth.
And yet the records still say nothing. She’s now over eighty. She wrote instructional books. She trained countless bassists. She is finally starting to be recognized by music historians who uncovered the truth about The Wrecking Crew.
But she never got what she deserved: her name on those albums. Credit for the music that defined an era. Recognition that those bass lines everyone associates with the “Beach Boys” were, in fact, Carol Kaye’s.
Fifty-five dollars a session. Ten thousand sessions. The most-played track of the twentieth century.
And the world didn’t know her name.
She was admitted to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2025 but refused, fuck yeah, Carol. Her official website is incredible.
I love this so much, I’m gonna start saying “nuts” we need to bring it back
I love b&w proper ladies breaking character with “sonofabitch”
“OHH you’re following me, oUUhhh I didn’t know that!”
“And tried to uh…. ….NUTS!”
some of the tags on my vegan leftist post sure are something
anyway tag yourself i'm girl it's plastic
#anyway my personal beef with veganism is this thing that they don't even believe but the internet has told me they do
#I eat cheeseburgers because it isn't possible to care about animals and brown people at the same time
#I support animal rights vehemently but not their right to be alive
Honestly how are you guys not walking around in a constant state of embarrassment...?
we gotta get back to torrent distribution, i just watched someone eat eight grand in bandwidth charges because they ran a direct-download piracy site with local file hosting through cloudflare. torrents were invented literally for this exact reason
torrents work like this
i have a file or folder on my pc that i want to share with other people. let's call it gayshit.mp3
unfortunately gayshit.mp3 is 750mb and im not paying for discord nitro so i need another way to send it
i put it into qbittorrent and it makes a torrent file. this is essentially a very small file that points to gayshit.mp3 so other computers can find it. kinda like a treasure map
i send this tiny file to my friend, who loads it into qbittorrent. their computer takes a moment to find mine over the vast expanse of cyberspace and then (as long as my pc is running and the file is still where it should be), it gets copied from my hard drive to theirs
this is the cool part: if somebody else loads that tiny file, they can download it from both of us. if i'm offline but my friend is on, the third person can still get it. this also means that if two people have separate halves of the file, they can download the other half from each other. as long as some combination of people have the pieces between them, they can all have the whole thing.
crucially this does not require a server!!! you can just upload the file to a few people and as long as they keep it, it's still accessible. as long as somebody, somewhere is still connected, it's available forever. the only way it goes away is if everybody disconnects from it.
please learn to torrent
Wish I could send this to the person in the comments of a post a few weeks ago that was telling me I needed to un-learn my colonial ideas because I think we shouldn't farm animals....
btw its 31°C in May in southern England..... IT SHOULDNT BE THIS HOT!!!! This is the result of companies pushing ai onto us and making the climate crisis worse. FUCK EVERYONE WHO USES AI AND POLLUTING THE ENVIROMENT FURTHER. WE HAVE ONE PLANET, WE CANT KILL IT!!!!!!
AI has not yet caused a noticeable amount of current climate issues. The current heat levels are not down to AI use.
Fossil fuels and ANIMAL AGRICULTURE are the leading causes of climate change!
If you can reduce your personal un-renewable energy consumption then please try to.
But what almost everyone can do right fucking now is reduce their meat and dairy intake. If you can go vegan then you should. If you can't go vegan then you can probably reduce!!
the uk is desperately dive-bombing towards fascism because they have targeted the disillusioned working classes and rotted their brains with stories of evil immigrants taking their jobs and hurting their families. my hometown is one of the most multicultural parts of manchester and the populus voted almost unanimously for the reform party. my wonderfully eloquent friend tianna says it better than i could:
The whole point of the question was to show the public how out of touch our politicians are and to further highlight how the Greens are the only party who are on the side of regular people.
Everyone is in agreement with Hannah about MPs drinking on the job except of course for the MPs who are doing the drinking.
Just look at the way Reform MPs reacted:
"Party of the Working Class" my ass.
It was pure bait and it worked like a charm.
I have been a sheep caretaker for like two days and already I'm like. Wow. I get it.
I get why these were some of the earliest mammals to ever be domesticated. They look up to humans with this sort of dumb but all at once innocent and pure and trusting expression. They're happy to see you. They follow you around. They like to be rubbed under their chins. Maybe its just some latent Scottish highland shepherd DNA I still have in me but I look at my sheep charges and suddenly I see why the love of God for humanity is so often described as a shepherd and his sheep. I'd fight a wolf for these guys. I'd go way the Hell out of my way for them. I'd carry their young for miles on my own back.
nearly 80k reblogs and how many of you eat lamb
The ancient shepherds I'm referencing also ate lamb lol
Call me crazy, but I think that just makes them hypocrits also. You either truly love a being, or you eat its babies. If you eat the animals you raised (or its babies) while claiming to love them, if you "carry their young for miles on [your] own back" but then eat those young, then that just makes you, from their perspective, one of those faux-kindly horror monsters. The Promised Neverland anime is the closest media comparison I can think of atm, but it also seems not unlike the witch who lures Hansel and Gretel with kindness and candy while intending to eat them, or like the real-life people who claim to love big wild animals, like bears, and yet keep them confined in tiny cages in their homes. Or like circus owners who claimed to love their circus animals even as they abused them for profit in their circus. Is love only the feeling experienced by the lover, or is it the choices and actions you take to demonstrate it? If a man beats his children, then cries a lot and takes them out to ice cream and swears up and down never to do it again, and then does it again, and again: does he love his children? If someone cares for and protects and hugs their spouse and family for a decade or more, and attends all the ball games, and pays for their kids' college, and then one day snaps and murders their entire family: was their love real? If there is ever love of some kind mixed in to relationships like these, I don't think it counts for much.
Even when the "inevitable" betraying slaughter is so culturally normalized (from the human perspective anyways) in human and farm animal relationships. But, to be fair, this admittedly isn't dissimilar to how I feel about God as described in the Old Testament. Claims to love humans, but creates their nature and their environment and sets up a situation in which they will inevitably 'sin', then blames them for it. Often punishes everyone collectively for the actions of others, where "punishment" can be slaughtering all the babies of Egypt or genociding the entire world via flood. And so on... So, I suppose the comparison to God does make a kind of sense, I just don't see either shepherd or God as morally righteous in this kind of scenario.
Can I get an Amen 🙏🤪
The carnist cognitive dissonance in the notes is blinding.....
“You can’t expect everyone to go vegan.”
I can’t even expect y’all to wear masks or not use chatgpt or not spread lethal diseases. Y’all can’t even take simple measures to avoid killing the disabled members of your community, of course I don’t expect you to give a shit about animals. Doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying though
“bits to use in everyday conversations”
Driving to work this morning I saw a young squirrel on the road.
She stopped so I did too.
A car was coming in the other direction, I waved it to slow, it slowed.
I got ready to get out of the car to help the squirrel cross the road.
The other car sped up.
The squirrel ran under the car. I saw her jump into the bushes.
She was inches away from death. She might be injured.
I screamed and cried and almost drove myself off a fucking bridge.
I have completely lost any faith in humanity, especially the fucking "animal loving" British.
How can this greed driven, selfish nation be trusted to do anything good for the planet when some people can't comprehend giving 30 seconds of their time to avoid causing the death of a baby.