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average person knows several chords factoid actualy just statistical error. average person knows 0 chords. Guitar George, who lives in cave & knows all of them, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.
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Yet another new study debunked the basis for the anti-trans sports bans. It was never about sports but for creating legal avenues for exclusion and abjection. This is one of the largest analyses ever conducted, involving 52 studies and 6,485 trans people. Read the study here.
post so nice had to reblog it twice and force it down everyone's throats
At minimum about 4.5 thousand people liked this without reblogging it.
We gotta fix that.
Progress.
Onwards!
I can't access the full paper, but their conclusion is right there in the abstract:
While transgender women exhibited higher lean mass than cisgender women, their physical fitness was comparable. Current evidence is mostly low certainty and has heterogenous quality but does not support theories of inherent athletic advantages for transgender women over cisgender.
why do they always show cranberries in thos big pits n its implied its wet and possibly swimmable. do cranberries really grow like that. wh
You’ve never heard of The Bog?
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This is a cranberry bog (unflooded) it’s how cranberries grow. Once they’re ripe, the blog is flooded and the cranberries harvested.
Basically by using big floaty things to round them all up and then scooping them out of the water.
thank u. i hate it a little less but the horrible little man in my head is still screaming “BOG BODY BOG BODY BOG BODY”, but i appreciate the education,
oh here is a fun lil perspective on cranberry harvesting i never heard about anywhere else. the guy who owns the restaurant right down the road from the farm, who fries our chickens sometimes, is from Boston, with the strongest Boston accent ever, and in a former life before he started slinging reasonably priced barbeque and occasional organic chicken, he was a cranberry farmer.
His farm was on the leading edge of kinda using organic/sustainable pest control methods, and one of the things that they did to keep insect damage down was that they encouraged wolf spiders to live in the cranberry field, to eat the bugs.
This was all fine and good until they flooded the bog. Now, you don’t just like flood the bog and then go around it in a boat or whatever. No, you use hip waders to get in there and put the big floaty things where they go and get all the berries and such.
Well when you’re in the bog in hip waders, that makes you the tallest thing. Wolf spiders can swim a bit, but they don’t like it, so they’re, quite understandably, looking to climb out of the water onto a tall thing.
So yeah the first interview question he always asked potential cranberry bog harvester hires was “are you cool with spiders?”
“You’d be amazed,” he said to us, shaking his head a little, “how many guys would just straight lie. Like, you think I’m asking you that question to be cute? Nah man you’re gonna have like a hundred wolf spiders trying to climb your eyebrows, you gotta be chill, those wolf spiders are fellow employees. You really gotta be chill with spiders if you’re gonna work a cranberry harvest.”
happy international workers day to the cranberry bog spiders
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(side note: the website I find these classifications on assigns emojis to some of the numbers, and this one was given ⏏ "eject/remove media," which is hilarious)
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When your girlfriend is a veteran scout with a (now-controlled) lyrium touch, you probably don't sleep in much.
comic of an early post-game thought I had, brought to stunning life by @yelenhol. They/them Rook.
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Ant wars are the most badass thing in the entire world i’m so serious
“bugs fight ten million wars every day” statistical error, most bugs chillax like crazy. Ants on the other hand have waged bloody war for millions of years and have trained their bodies and minds for battle from birth as modern day tiny spartans and are an outlier
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He was arrested, publicly humiliated, and facing career death in 1953—then audiences gave him a standing ovation and he worked for 47 more years.
October 21, 1953. London.
Sir John Gielgud—one of Britain's most celebrated Shakespearean actors, knight of the realm, theatrical royalty—was arrested in a public restroom in Chelsea.
The charge: "persistently importuning for an immoral purpose."
In plainer terms: propositioning another man for sex.
In 1953 Britain, homosexuality was illegal. Men were imprisoned for it. Careers ended instantly. Families disowned sons. The law didn't just criminalize gay men—it destroyed them.
Gielgud was 49 years old. At the peak of his career. Playing Hamlet to sold-out crowds. Considered alongside Laurence Olivier and Ralph Richardson as one of the three greatest actors alive.
And suddenly, he was facing public disgrace that should have ended everything.
The arrest made newspapers immediately. Headlines screamed the scandal. Theater critics who'd praised him for decades now had ammunition to destroy him.
Gielgud appeared in court using a fake name—"Arthur Gielgud"—hoping to avoid publicity.
It didn't work.
He was fined £10 and released. But the damage was done. Everyone knew.
In 1953, being publicly outed as gay meant professional death. Especially for someone as prominent as Gielgud. Studios wouldn't hire you. Theaters wouldn't book you. Audiences wouldn't come.
Gielgud returned home convinced his career was over.
His friends expected him to flee to America or Europe. To hide. To disappear until the scandal faded—if it ever did.
Instead, four days after his arrest, John Gielgud walked onto the stage of the Lyric Theatre in Hammersmith to perform in "A Day by the Sea."
He stood there waiting for the reaction. Expecting boos. Walkouts. Humiliation.
The audience rose to their feet.
And gave him a standing ovation.
Not polite applause. A roaring, sustained ovation that lasted minutes. As if the entire theater was saying: We don't care. You're ours. Keep performing.
Gielgud later said he wept.
Because in that moment, British audiences did something remarkable: they chose the art over the scandal. They chose the actor over the arrest.
They refused to let the law destroy someone they loved.
But here's what makes the story even more powerful:
That standing ovation in 1953 wasn't just a one-night gesture.
It became the rule for the next 47 years.
Gielgud kept working. Not in hiding. Not in shame. He kept performing Shakespeare. Kept doing classical theater. Kept appearing on screen.
And audiences kept coming.
In 1964, he played Cassius in "Julius Caesar" opposite Marlon Brando.
In 1970, he was in Orson Welles' "Chimes at Midnight."
In 1980, he starred in "The Elephant Man" with Anthony Hopkins.
Then in 1981—at age 77—John Gielgud won an Oscar.
For playing a drunk's wise, affectionate butler in the comedy "Arthur."
Let that sink in: The man arrested for being gay in 1953, who should have been erased from theater history, won an Academy Award 28 years later for playing a beloved comic role.
In his acceptance speech, Gielgud was characteristically self-deprecating and witty. He didn't mention the scandal. He didn't need to.
His presence on that stage—77 years old, holding an Oscar, beloved by Hollywood—was proof that he'd survived.
Gielgud kept working into his 90s.
In 1991, he was in "Prospero's Books" at age 87.
In 1996, he appeared in "Shine" at age 92.
In 2000, he did voice work at age 96.
He died on May 21, 2000—just over a month after his 96th birthday—having worked professionally for over 70 years.
Seven decades after the arrest that should have destroyed him.
Think about what that means:
In 1953, British law said John Gielgud was a criminal who deserved prison.
In 1981, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences gave him an Oscar.
In 2000, he died as Sir John Gielgud, one of the most respected actors in history.
The scandal that should have erased him became a footnote.
But here's the deeper story:
Gielgud didn't just survive because he was talented. He survived because audiences refused to let him be destroyed.
That standing ovation in 1953 was a collective decision by British theatergoers: We will not let the law tell us who to love.
Every ticket sold after 1953 was a vote of defiance.
Every performance that filled a theater was proof that people valued art over prejudice.
Gielgud never publicly discussed his sexuality. He didn't become an activist. He didn't give speeches about gay rights.
He just kept working.
And by working—by refusing to disappear—he became something more important than an activist:
Living proof that you could survive being outed. That audiences would choose talent over scandal. That a career wasn't over just because the law said you were a criminal.
By the time Britain decriminalized homosexuality in 1967, Gielgud had already been working for 14 years post-arrest.
By the time he died in 2000, gay rights had transformed beyond recognition.
And Gielgud had been there the entire time—not leading marches, but leading by example.
Showing that you could be arrested, publicly humiliated, legally persecuted—
And still have a 70-year career.
Still win an Oscar at 77.
Still work until 96.
Still be remembered as one of the greatest actors who ever lived.
Today, John Gielgud is remembered for:
His legendary Shakespearean performances
His Oscar-winning role in "Arthur"
His elegant voice and classical training
His seven-decade career spanning stage and screen
The 1953 arrest is mentioned—but only as a footnote. A scandal that briefly threatened to end him but ultimately didn't.
Because audiences in 1953 made a choice.
They could destroy him. Or they could save him.
They gave him a standing ovation.
And they kept applauding for 47 more years.
John Gielgud was born in 1904—when Oscar Wilde was still in exile for being gay.
He died in 2000—when gay actors could be open without fear.
He lived through the entire arc of LGBTQ+ history in the 20th century.
And he survived it all—not by hiding, but by continuing to be brilliant.
The law said he was a criminal.
Audiences said he was essential.
And in the end, the audiences won.
Sir John Gielgud: arrested in 1953, Oscar winner in 1981, working until 2000.
The scandal that should have ended him became proof that talent, dignity, and audience love can outlast any law designed to destroy you.
(One of my personal heroes.)
"partner in crime" and the crime? sodomy