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lifes so hard
i love this guy
Stefan Johansson (Sommarkväll [Summer evening]) 1935
"Harvest mold." What Mrs. Dewey did with the new Jell-O! : 48 fascinating new recipes. 1933.
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incredible innovations on the beverage front
I can never remember if my gender is triangle or circle so it might as well be that
(from prev)
HEY SO APPARENTLY POLAND IS RESPONSIBLE FOR 99% CASES OF "LET'S MARK TOILETS WITH AN UPSIDE-DOWN TRIANGLE AND A CIRCLE AND HAVE PEOPLE GUESS WHICH SHAPE IS GIRL AND WHICH ONE IS BOY" AND I DID NOT KNOW???????????? That it's not universally used worldwide.
For added context to this funny image above, this is not only a wink to pretty obvious nonbinary experience, but also a big roast for that toilet marking system because a lot of my peers can never remember which toilet is which because it's so, so unintuitive (especially when some toilets use man pictogram-woman pictogram so you encounter the shape monstrosity when you least expect it and have to guess again).
^ Photo comes from this article. "But WHY? I decided to do exhaustive research on the topic (I asked 3 Polish people). None had an answer." tells you a whole lot
The drawing itself came from a conversation I had with my friends that we can never remember which is which and they might as well have put kiki and bouba on the doors and the confusion would be comparible because wtf do you mean "are you triangle or circle", we're just shapes now.
So yea, I wanted to make a #relatable funny picture and it turns out I wasn't aware that 75% of the joke will be understood by Polish people only. wow
edit: and people from California. Thank you @/qua-qua-qua
waow. Fun fact I have this card
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just spent twenty minutes scrolling the tag and giggling
@justcakethanks
"I can't believe humans would hunt the thylacine to extinction, humans are fundamentally evil" Hey, did you know that extinction was long thought to be impossible, and within 50 years of humans realizing that extinction via overhunting was a possibility it practically stopped happening? Did you know that humans are so desperate to prevent more losses that they're funneling millions of collective hours and billions of euros into helping other species? Hours and euros that could be spent on humans, and species on whom humanity's own survival does not depend? Did you know that due to an accidental introduction of rats, the Lord Howe Island stick insect population was brought down to 24 individuals and now there are tens of thousands of them?
This bug. This bug that, to most humans, is utterly useless, relatively gross, and completely foreign. Humans saved it because humans do not want to cause another extinction ever again if they can avoid it.
LIFE. IT NEVER DIE. WOMEN ARE MY FAVORITE GUY‼️
This one goes out to the anon competing at the International Barbershop Harmony convention! I think Grace is smart enough to put that card together pretty quickly. Eridian Welcoming Committee courtesy of @justcakethanks
Fist my bump!
Wait until you hear about fist me…
The FBI cut the phone lines during the 1977 disability rights sit-in. Then they turned off the hot water.
They locked the doors from the outside. One hundred and fifty people were trapped on the fourth floor. Half of them used wheelchairs. The government assumed they would leave.
Kitty Cone was thirty-three. She had muscular dystrophy. Her muscles were failing, but her logistics were flawless. She knew how to organize people.
The federal government had promised to sign regulations protecting disabled Americans from discrimination. The policy was known as Section 504. They printed the promise on paper. Then they stalled. Without a signature, it was just typography.
The protesters entered the regional Health, Education, and Welfare building in San Francisco on a Tuesday morning. They took the elevators to the director's office. They brought sleeping bags and catheters. They informed the staff they were not leaving until the law was signed.
By sunset, the police surrounded the exits. Kitty sat near the windows. She organized the floor plan. She assigned committees for security and sanitation. She kept her medication in a small cooler.
According to federal memorandums released decades later, the strategy to end the occupation relied on medical attrition. The building was not equipped for long-term habitation. The FBI calculated that a population requiring ventilators, specialized diets, and daily medical aides would voluntarily evacuate if the environment became sufficiently hostile. They instituted a blockade.
The blockade went into effect immediately. No food deliveries allowed. No medical supplies permitted through the lobby. Guards stood at the main doors checking identification.
Kitty's muscles deteriorated faster under the physical strain. She couldn't walk. When the phone lines went dead, the fourth floor lost contact with the press. The government waited for the quiet.
Kitty dropped to the floor. She realized the barricades were designed for standing adults. The police had blocked the hallways at waist height. They hadn't blocked the linoleum.
The floors were covered in cigarette ash and spilled coffee. She dragged her body through it. She crawled under the barricades to reach the restricted elevator shafts and unguarded offices.
She carried notes in her pockets. She found a single working payphone the FBI missed. She called the local news desks. She called the mayor's office.
She crawled back. When her arms failed, someone pulled her by her ankles. The Black Panthers heard the news reports. They crossed the police lines with hot meals. The FBI could not stop them without a riot.
They shut off the elevators, so she crawled.
The occupation lasted twenty-five days. It remains the longest non-violent occupation of a federal building in American history. On April 28, the Secretary of HEW signed the regulations without a single alteration.
The protesters left the building the next morning. They went back to their apartments. The Rehabilitation Act regulations laid the groundwork for every accessibility law that followed. The HEW building still stands on United Nations Plaza. The elevators run on a schedule. The doors are heavy glass.
Kitty Cone: the woman who crawled under the barricades.
Source: Kitty Cone's oral history, Bancroft Library.
Verified via: National Museum of American History.
(Some details summarized for brevity.)