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this was very helpful
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This wasn’t a coincidence that I saw this today.
As a hiring manager I can confirm all of this.
reblogging for my followers and my future self
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Help Everyone Find A Job In Their Field
this was very helpful
🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾
This wasn’t a coincidence that I saw this today.
As a hiring manager I can confirm all of this.
reblogging for my followers and my future self
I just want to yell so many good things about Britney Spears. Look at this parenting right here; rather than just twist their arms and tell the ‘smile or no McFlurry on the drive home’ she’s checking if her little boys are comfortable with the cameras and attention and if not, no problem baby boy, you go chill. And I have no problem with her staying to get more pictures, especially not when her other adorable kid wants to. I mean, it’s her job up to a point. And we all know for a fact she probably watched the film with both the little bugs in her lap anyway.
Considering what she dealt with and went through in front of paps….god, I love her.
people can say what they want about her supposed meltdown, but frankly, that entire ‘episode’ always made perfect sense to me. she and i are of an age, and no matter how young or old i was, i always understood perfectly why she did it, and thought it was utter bullshit that a court could order what they did, instead of reprimanding the many, many people that felt so entitled to her that they drove her to extremes just to get 5 seconds of peace.
and now seeing this kind of thing? she has just gotten more awesome.
i remember reading how she got herself a tutor so she could help her kids with their homework. not got THEM a tutor, but she got herself one because she wanted to be the one helping them. that’s a+++ parenting right there ok?
This makes me so happy :’)
She got a court order because she was, by her own admission, raising her kids like her mother raised her. The judge sent her to therapy and parenting classes to work out all of the horrible stage-mother bullshit she had to live through. I mean, she thought it was normal to give her kids cough syrup and whiskey so they’d sleep, because it’s what her mother gave her to knock her out when she got rowdy.
I think Britney is a great role model for adult abused children and is living proof that you are not trapped in the cycle of abuse.
The purest 90s kid experience is being so happy for Britney Spears in her new life
the real heroes of endgame - without them we have no movie😂🤕
Even after being defeated and thrown around by the Hulk, Loki still found the energy to make fun of Captain America and I respect that.
Avengers Endgame Spoilers Without Context
Keanu Reeves appreciation post ♥️
Something I really loved about Black Panther is that it’s such a perfect example of how when you have a healthy number of women in a movie, there’s so much more freedom to have them behave and think and react in different ways, because none of them are bearing the weight of being The Female Character. You can show all kinds of different ways of being women without it being a statement on women in general the way it is when there’s only one female character.
What’s your fantasy?
I wake up, my debt is all paid off, my bank account is full, my relationships with my family are healthy, and I’m able to travel anywhere in the world.
reblog for this ultimate fantasy life to come true
I found out recently that at a time of his life when Tolstoy was in a slump and had stopped writing & earning money, his wife Sophia borrowed money from her mum to start her own publishing office and publish editions of his works—and in order to figure out how publishing worked, she travelled to St Petersburg to ask Anna Dostoyevsky for advice, as Anna had also spent the past 14 years planning the editions of her husband’s work, correcting proofs, placing ads in papers, battling official censors, etc. It reminded me of this post about women writers supporting each other—so many links between women in history that we never hear about. Someone please write a book about the wives of all the great male writers…
(In previous years Sophia, while giving birth to Tolstoy’s 13 children and raising them and managing his estate (he was a count) pretty much on her own, also wrote the clean copies of all of his manuscripts out of his nearly illegible drafts—the final draft of War and Peace was 3,000 pages and she copied it seven times, correcting spelling and grammar and offering key suggestions and critiques of the plot; for example explaining to him that people would be more interested in the social or romantic plots, the human aspects, than in the minutiae of the battles and war strategy plots. A few months before his death, Tolstoy named a male friend the executor of his literary estate rather than his wife, who had been doing this thankless job since she was 19, and gave to the public domain all the copyrights to his works that Sophia had previously owned (for her publishing company). She wrote in her diary “Now I am cast aside as of no further use, although I am, nevertheless, expected to do impossible things.”)
Also I shouldn’t be surprised (but I am) at just how many “great male writers” read their wife’s (or female relatives’) diaries and drew a lot of inspiration from them, stealing ideas or even sometimes entire sentences / paragraphs / poems out of them. This is such a recurrent pattern. There’s Tolstoy (who read Sophia’s diaries and also asked her, when she was 17, to show him a short story she’d written, gave it back to her the next day saying he’d barely glanced at it, when he actually wrote in his diary “What force of truth and simplicity!” and used the story as the embryo for the Rostov family in War and Peace), but also William Wordsworth who read his sister Dorothy’s journal and drew a lot from it, and F. Scott Fitzgerald of course. When Zelda was still young a magazine editor offered to publish parts of her journals, and her husband (of 5 months!) said he couldn’t allow it because he drew a lot of inspiration from them and planned on using parts of them in his future novels and short stories. There’s also French novelist Raymond Radiguet who stole his female lover’s diary to write his novel The Devil in the Flesh, and was lauded by fellow male writers & critics for his brilliant insights into a woman’s mind. Which had been copy/pasted from this woman’s diary. [Also, while he didn’t read it until after her death, Henry James’s sister Alice mentions in her diary that he “embedded in his pages many pearls fallen from my lips, which he steals in the most unblushing way, saying, simply, that he knew they had been said by the family, so it did not matter.”] I really love reading women’s journals, and when they were married to a famous writer, you wouldn’t believe how often the person who edited them mentions in the introduction “if some passages sound familiar it’s because her husband was reading her diary and ~getting inspired” ie plagiarising although the term technically doesn’t apply because every word his wife wrote and idea she had was legally his property (just like she was).
It makes me feel so bitter to contrast what women do—decades of unpaid, unacknowledged work to proofread, copy, publish, preserve from censorship, improve, develop and promote their husband’s writing—with what men do—openly steal ideas and whole sentences from their wife’s writing while forcing her to give birth to 13 children that she didn’t want and he doesn’t help raise.
There has been a copy of Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet in my house as long as I can remember, and I held dear many verses from it for a long time. Then I read about his relationship with one Elizabeth Haskell, who supported and edited and worked so closely with him that, “Haskell’s contribution to his writing, including The Prophet, was such that by today’s standard she would be acknowledged as co-author.” (Wikipedia, but there was a much longer article about her I stumbled across once.)
Kind of takes the mystic-spiritual edge off a male writer when you learn that much of what was published under his name was discreetly written into his work by a talented but nameless woman behind the scenes.
#men cant write but boy oh boy can they steal via @punksukeuchiha
I think of this whenever o hear the argument about how “the greats” of some area are all men. Uh, Because they stole from women, or women weren’t allowed, etc etc. men ( or people in power generally) do not possess a preponderance of talent or gifts in this world. They just live without the same boundaries, expectations, and landlines.
I found out recently that at a time of his life when Tolstoy was in a slump and had stopped writing & earning money, his wife Sophia borrowed money from her mum to start her own publishing office and publish editions of his works—and in order to figure out how publishing worked, she travelled to St Petersburg to ask Anna Dostoyevsky for advice, as Anna had also spent the past 14 years planning the editions of her husband’s work, correcting proofs, placing ads in papers, battling official censors, etc. It reminded me of this post about women writers supporting each other—so many links between women in history that we never hear about. Someone please write a book about the wives of all the great male writers…
(In previous years Sophia, while giving birth to Tolstoy’s 13 children and raising them and managing his estate (he was a count) pretty much on her own, also wrote the clean copies of all of his manuscripts out of his nearly illegible drafts—the final draft of War and Peace was 3,000 pages and she copied it seven times, correcting spelling and grammar and offering key suggestions and critiques of the plot; for example explaining to him that people would be more interested in the social or romantic plots, the human aspects, than in the minutiae of the battles and war strategy plots. A few months before his death, Tolstoy named a male friend the executor of his literary estate rather than his wife, who had been doing this thankless job since she was 19, and gave to the public domain all the copyrights to his works that Sophia had previously owned (for her publishing company). She wrote in her diary “Now I am cast aside as of no further use, although I am, nevertheless, expected to do impossible things.”)
Also I shouldn’t be surprised (but I am) at just how many “great male writers” read their wife’s (or female relatives’) diaries and drew a lot of inspiration from them, stealing ideas or even sometimes entire sentences / paragraphs / poems out of them. This is such a recurrent pattern. There’s Tolstoy (who read Sophia’s diaries and also asked her, when she was 17, to show him a short story she’d written, gave it back to her the next day saying he’d barely glanced at it, when he actually wrote in his diary “What force of truth and simplicity!” and used the story as the embryo for the Rostov family in War and Peace), but also William Wordsworth who read his sister Dorothy’s journal and drew a lot from it, and F. Scott Fitzgerald of course. When Zelda was still young a magazine editor offered to publish parts of her journals, and her husband (of 5 months!) said he couldn’t allow it because he drew a lot of inspiration from them and planned on using parts of them in his future novels and short stories. There’s also French novelist Raymond Radiguet who stole his female lover’s diary to write his novel The Devil in the Flesh, and was lauded by fellow male writers & critics for his brilliant insights into a woman’s mind. Which had been copy/pasted from this woman’s diary. [Also, while he didn’t read it until after her death, Henry James’s sister Alice mentions in her diary that he “embedded in his pages many pearls fallen from my lips, which he steals in the most unblushing way, saying, simply, that he knew they had been said by the family, so it did not matter.”] I really love reading women’s journals, and when they were married to a famous writer, you wouldn’t believe how often the person who edited them mentions in the introduction “if some passages sound familiar it’s because her husband was reading her diary and ~getting inspired” ie plagiarising although the term technically doesn’t apply because every word his wife wrote and idea she had was legally his property (just like she was).
It makes me feel so bitter to contrast what women do—decades of unpaid, unacknowledged work to proofread, copy, publish, preserve from censorship, improve, develop and promote their husband’s writing—with what men do—openly steal ideas and whole sentences from their wife’s writing while forcing her to give birth to 13 children that she didn’t want and he doesn’t help raise.
There has been a copy of Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet in my house as long as I can remember, and I held dear many verses from it for a long time. Then I read about his relationship with one Elizabeth Haskell, who supported and edited and worked so closely with him that, “Haskell’s contribution to his writing, including The Prophet, was such that by today’s standard she would be acknowledged as co-author.” (Wikipedia, but there was a much longer article about her I stumbled across once.)
Kind of takes the mystic-spiritual edge off a male writer when you learn that much of what was published under his name was discreetly written into his work by a talented but nameless woman behind the scenes.
#men cant write but boy oh boy can they steal via @punksukeuchiha
I think of this whenever o hear the argument about how “the greats” of some area are all men. Uh, Because they stole from women, or women weren’t allowed, etc etc. men ( or people in power generally) do not possess a preponderance of talent or gifts in this world. They just live without the same boundaries, expectations, and landlines.
Four Common Sexist Tropes in Malay Dramas
“The problem with Malay dramas and its portrayal of gender dynamics is that people continue to watch them and enjoy these shows. It injects the idea that bad behaviour from men are acceptable because, and women have to be the one to change in order to make relationships work.”
As Told by Lina Osman
Malay dramas is a popular form entertainment in Brunei. This popularity, however, comes with many consequences and questions. Malay dramas are extremely sexist in its content:
1. Narrow view of womanhood.
The female leads in Malay dramas—known as the ‘protagonist’—are often portrayed within one realm of personality: Muslimah. She is kind, soft-spoken, pious has a little bit of feistiness in her—just a wee bit—and is always the one to step back during arguments. These are good traits, compared to the other female lead (the “antagonist”), who is materialistic with luxurious brands occupying her flesh, thick make-up on her face, sexy in the way she dresses, and is regularly scheming to court the male lead. She has the personality range of a teacup: constantly mean and horrible.
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Straight men who embrace their femininity, express emotions in a healthy way and help advocate for minority groups without speaking over them? Big dick energy.
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The thing that makes this even better is the fact that Terry Jefford is Terry Crews (or is it the other way around? I guess we’ll never know)
#the cullens who
15+ Of The World’s Most Magical Streets Shaded By Flowers And Trees
FLOWER CEILINGS.
Patients, death, and coping.
So I saw a dead guy the other day.
Not anything terrible.
It was in Chinatown in Lower Manhattan (NYC)
The guy’s son had called. He hadn’t heard from his father in a day, and when he showed up to take him to a doctor’s appointment her found him with no pulse.
When myself, my partner, and the EMTs went in it was obvious that the man had been dead some time, and we marked it as an 83-D (DOA, no resuscitation attempted in NYC EMS 10-codes)
I told the son I was sorry for his loss, and then my partner and left while the EMTs did the paperwork and waited for PD to show up.
Now, there was a time where I thought that this made me a bad person. Having seen a dead man, and having little to no true feelings about that.
Yes, it was sad. Objectively. The man was 87 and died alone in his apartment. Most people would be messed up by that, not to mention seeing his body pressed between his bed and his dresser with full rigor and dependent lividity.
But, to be honest, when we left, I had no feelings about it. A man had died. Beginning and end, no other thoughts about it.
We are used to death. Whether we be EMTs, Paramedics, Nurses, Doctors, we (for the most part), see death on a daily or weekly or near enough basis that we have developed ways to deal with it.
That does not make us cold, or callous, or immune.
That makes us GOOD at out jobs, and makes us able to continue doing them.
So, take it from me, if you DON’T feel sadness at the death of a patient, don’t take it too hard. We can be sad, that’s allowed, but if we let ourselves get too involved, get too deep down the rabbit hole, we cannot help the next person, or the next family, who needs our help.
But, if you DO feel sadness at the passing of each patient, don’t let that discourage you! That shows compassion, empathy. That shows you have different coping mechanisms that other. And thats OK!
My wife is a (soon to be) Labor and Delivery nurse. I have been a paramedic for almost 2 years now. We both have seen tragedy, loss, and heartbreak.
We both express it and deal with it different ways,
My point is, however you deal with things, that’s how it is. Don’t think you’re a bad person if you don’t feel sadness at a patient’s death, and don’t think you’re weak for FEELING sadness.
We all deal with our jobs and our experiences different ways.
We are all in this together.
If you have difficulty, talk to someone.
We are all a family. We take care of others.
We also have to take care of ourselves.
Stay safe, wherever you may be.
-Ryan
Happy 41st birthday, Richard Ayoade! Born on this day, the 12th of June, 1977.