More examples of the WORST mansplaining here.
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This is mine
Stranger Things
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Claire Keane
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
AnasAbdin
taylor price
trying on a metaphor

Janaina Medeiros

shark vs the universe
hello vonnie
Sade Olutola
Game of Thrones Daily
Peter Solarz
One Nice Bug Per Day
$LAYYYTER

@theartofmadeline
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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Monterey Bay Aquarium

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More examples of the WORST mansplaining here.
This might be my favorite
This is mine
I feel like I need to share this because idk if Europeans are familiar with the presence of Aldi in the US, but at least especially in my area they’ve been growing a lot recently. Like Aldi bought out some local failing grocery chains where I live (Louisiana) and have opened Aldis in all these somewhat rural communities and small towns, which for the record I’m fine with
But as a result of this they are advertising a lot more in my area and also in many cases, the people in these areas have never been confronted with Aldi or any European grocery store. So the ads that Aldi is pushing out to its new US customer base feature a cowboy shopping at Aldi who is explaining to new Aldi customers how Aldi works. Like this cowboy is explaining you gotta put a quarter in the shopping cart and why there are very little name brands. A cowboy is how they want to reach their American customer base. They gave us a cowboy
Here he is, the Aldi Cowboy
Have you read Mortal Engines by Philip Reeve (2001)?
yes
no
I didn't finish it
I've never heard of it
THE PRINCESS BRIDE 1987, dir. Rob Reiner
Lamarque died!? Somebody get my disco ball ASAP!!
“don’t take it personally” how would you like me to take it then? professionally? romantically? academically?
Boromir's armor in 4k
Sometimes I just look at this photo of when people had to enjoy the local canal (not optional).
@pscentral event 39: pride
"When you’re in a fight as bitter and as important as this one, against an enemy, so much bigger, so much stronger than you - well. To find out that you have a friend you never knew existed - It’s the best thing in the world."
Pride (2014) dir. Matthew Warchus
LAMARQUE EST MORT *Disco music intensifies*
There are many myths that shroud England, but one very few know is that no more than twenty-one (21) years shall pass without a remake of Pride and Prejudice, lest the kingdom should fall.
I heard this joke once about Canada and adaptations of Anne of Green Gables
In honor of June 1, the anniversary of the death of General Lamarque, learn some cool shit about him.
Sources: Wikipedia. Google. I am official.
A horse walks into a bar. The bartender says, "Hey, why the long face?"
The horse says, "I think I'm about to be homeless." The bartender, who now feels a little bad about the joke, says, "Oh, man, that sucks. What's going on?" The horse says, "It's the job market. It doesn't matter how good I am at SEO optimization. No one wants to hire a horse. The moment they look at my resumé and see the name 'Brushstroke', into the trash it goes." The bartender says, "Really? I had no idea." The horse says, "And I know what you're thinking. You're thinking why don't I just apply for horse jobs instead? Well, for the first few months I wouldn't. It was a matter of principle. I didn't become the first in my tailine to get a degree in computer science just to end up pulling a cart. But lately, I've given in. Because my saving's are running out, and my kids can tell that something's wrong. So now I'm doing interviews to let drunk tourists ride me, and the pay is peanuts, and you know what? I'm still not getting any offers! It's all going to younger horses!" The bartender says, "That must feel awful." The horse says, "You can't imagine! It's eating me up! People are trying to help, but they can't. They can only offer a couch for a few weeks or only a place for me, not for my family. It's like, every morning I have to come home to my husband and my two kids and tell them I'm not good enough to support them! I'm already having to juggle debt to handle his medical expenses, and then... then there's just the shame of it. I was sired for this! I was bred to do it! And I can't! I just can't pull it off!" The bartender says, "Wow. I don't know what to say." "I know," the horse says. "I just need to find a place that's stable."
It's June 1st, you know what that means...
* (Oh, these parentheses I keep opening?
* (I'm collecting them.
* (Right now, I'm 1,762 parentheses deep.
* (Oh, my precious parentheses... (I don't ever want to close them!
* Oh, these parentheses I keep closing?)
* There’s some guy who keeps opening them.)
* Right now, they think they’re 1,762 parentheses deep…)
* But really? They’re all closed.) Thanks to me.)
Bear, aged 9, had an assignment in school.
“Inspired by The Hobbit or other books containing maps, create a map that could support a story. Include obstacles, geographical features labelled in cursive, and conflict relating to people or place”
Bear dreamily produced a map and proceeded to think of something else, until time was called and the children were told to present their maps to each other, justify, and grade them on the criteria. Flicking quickly through the criteria, Bear realised they’d forgotten to add any conflict.
So Bear improvised. The Goblin Kingdom and the Territorial Giants dislike each other heartily, but are thankfully separated by a mountain range, limiting their ability to be offended or aggressive.
In the mountain range is a cave network inhabited by a furtive and unpleasant (family? Species? Political affiliation?) of gollums, with one Gollum per cave.
The policy of the Goblins and Giants are to pay the gollums to prevent each other from crossing the mountains. The gollums do this effectively and it is a known barrier. In addition to not wanting to tangle with the Gollums by crossing, the factions do not want to offend them, as then the Gollums won’t block the other faction.
However, the factions cannot resist provoking each other, and so they pay the Gollums an even larger retainer to receive, remember and pass on verbal abuse aimed at the other side.
Thus, when you march up the mountain to visit the Gollums, you will be met with a delivery of abusive verbal messages from the other faction. You pay the Gollums and leave your own abusive messages to the other faction. You may not copy the content of any messages or cheat by asking the Gollum to repeat them to the other side; you have to accept your verbal messages and produce new ones. but that’s okay, as the malicious pleasure of creating your own is half the reason the factions are in conflict. If you’re drawing a blank, you can commission a gollum to simply hurl verbal abuse, but it isn’t as good.
Bear’s partner heard them out and ticked the criteria. Bear immediately forgot it, until I asked politely about their map, and their expression went totally blank, and they said “Mummy! I made all that up!”
I love that this is their idea of conflict, though.
Thinking about it further, it really is a good example of how exploring a fucked-up situation makes an interesting story.
You wonder how this was set up, politically.
You wonder if individual members of warring factions, in the process of leaving messages, have ever fallen in love.
Or if they’ve fallen in love with a Gollum.
What do the Gollums do with all the money?
How do the Gollums repel invasions so effectively?
What goes into the construction of a really good hatemail?
Does trade also happen across the barrier? Do the Gollums run a black market on the side?
Bear envisions the goblins as being gleefully quarrelsome and enjoying it. They pictured ‘giants’ as being only slightly larger than ordinary people, territorial, slow-moving and quite shy, which in addition to reminding me a bit of Diana Wynne Jones’ The Power of Three makes me wonder what this quietly obscure strand of humanity has within itself that is so continuously provoked by the goblins.
Because I do wonder what KIND of insults they trade, and why it’s so compelling to continue over long years of conflict. I expect the giants just don’t want to let the goblins have the last word.
The City of Wizards right spang in the middle of the mountain range is the only pass across the mountains accessible to everyone else, so I do wonder what the heck they think of it.
It’s just interesting to show how you can start asking questions and build a little story out of a throwaway conflict
idek what this says i just pressed post immediately after seeing the word 'blessica'