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i swear to god i’m the biggest michael buble xmas album stan but there is nothing more insulting than “santa buddy,,,, i’ll wait up for you DUDE” and even more ridiculously so— he changed the line “a 64′ convertible too, light blue” to “a 65′ convertible too, steel blue” like…………………….we get it…………………….ur straight……………….ur a MAN…………………………. we g
#say you want to fuck santa you COWARD
I’m glad Marvel is debuting with their first movie as Black Panther. That’s a good call for an up and coming brand.
I love where this is going, but this erases Blade, which ironically was the second Marvel movie and its first success.
I’m glad Marvel is releasing its second movie as Black Panther, after debuting with Blade. That’s a good call for an up and coming brand.
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SUCK MY PRESIDENTIAL COCK, BITCH.
What are the Cranes known for if not their legendary holiday spirit?
Is he… you know… *clips through the floor* a Bethesda developer
Magic isn’t about wizards or spells. Magic is about taking pictures that look like they were photographed in Russia.
Fun fact, hammering metal spikes into tree trunks is a federal crime in the US because environmental activists used to do it in the 80s to fuck up chainsaws and logging equipment.
So you should never use this effective strategy for disrupting logging operations because it is illegal.
Here’s a link describing exactly how to do it, so you can make sure not to by accident.
Okay, but a laborer working a shit job for a shit logging company doesn’t deserve a chainsaw chain snapping in their face. Like most agriculture jobs in the US, logging labor is dominated by undocumented immigrants, paid far too little cash under the table, and who most certainly don’t have benefits like medical or workplace injury coverage for when a 2000 rpm chainsaw blade snaps and whips them in the face.
How about we instead find another way to disrupt logging operations that don’t put incredibly vulnerable laborers at risk? By all means, tear down the system, but don’t hurt the very people you’re supposed to be helping.
^^^ this and driving spikes through trees can severely harm the tree and even kill it. Copper spikes will kill trees, and putting holes in trees can open them up to fungi and other things that feed on the cambium and destroy the tree.
Logging is literally the #1 most dangerous industry in North America, with the highest rate of professional fatalities per year. Laborers themselves are already calculated as rather expendable and replacing parts is… not difficult.
Trees can easily heal from branches being pruned, but breaking the bark on the trunk, even just to carve your initials, can seriously injure a tree even without leaving potentially toxic metal in the wood.
why would you sabotage logging in 2017 anyway
in the 1980′s lumber companies would clear-cut pristine old-growth forest on land they didn’t even own, and laugh at the resulting hellscape
thanks to environmentalists being politically effective and enacting legislation with the support of responsible civil servants – as well as the development of lighter, more all-terrain logging machinery – that changed, and is no longer the case. (despite overexcited assholes spiking trees so working-class joes would get killed by their own chainsaws, thus giving anti-environmentalists plenty of propaganda fuel)
now logging companies selectively cut only the trees they want, from land they specifically maintain as tree farms, and replant if natural reseeding isn’t doing the trick.
logging in the 80′s:
logging in 2016:
note how they harvest the trees that are a useful size, but still much smaller than old style logging operations took; trees this size are easier to transport, and with modern all-terrain equipment, can be carried out over rough ground fairly easily, so they can leave the younger trees to grow.
this practice is also safer for the workers – getting hit with a telephone pole sized tree is still pretty dangerous, but it’s less guaranteed to kill you than a tree the size of a church steeple, and also less likely to break free of the equipment and go bouncing down the hill at you like a trap from indiana jones.
a recently harvested tree farm looks a little sparse, but it’s still got plenty of roots holding the soil against erosion, plenty of plant life to shelter birds and insects, and it’ll be left undisturbed for a decade or so to regrow.
in conclusion: since trying to murder workers is terrible, isn’t it nice there’s no reason to spike trees anyhow?
Logging is actually beneficial to our ecosystems, it’s actually the only process we have to keep forests in a natural rhythm. Usually forest go through annual fires, small burns that take out the undergrowth, sick trees, etc. Humans prevent these burns so when a fire does happen, it’s catastrophic. It also complete disrupts the natural cycles of certain species (i.e. jack pines only seed in fire). Logging is the only thing that clears out forests at this point, so stopping all logging is ecologically disruptive. Sustainable logging is the way to go until people can understand that small forest fires aren’t the worst thing on the planet
TL;DR You want to live in the woods and not have hell-on-earth wildfires every 25 years? You need logging to happen.
HEY FRIENDS HISTORICAL REMINDER: ‘WHAT’S IN THIS DRINK’ ISN’T TALKING ABOUT DRUGS, HE IS NOT TRYING TO ROOFIE HER
THE SONG IS TALKING ABOUT ALCOHOL
but still a pushy song
historical reminder that the reason pina coladas and pink squirrels are known as “girly drinks” is because they mask the taste of alcohol and men were know to give women these drinks without informing them that they were alcoholic. It takes a couple of drinks to realize you’ve been consuming alcohol and by then you’re more susceptible to suggestion, making it easier for him to convince you to stick around and have a third drink. When this song was written in 1944 most women didn’t drink regularly, meaning they had a low tolerance and it would only take 2-3 drinks to get her drunk enough that she wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight. This was the 1940s version of being roofied
No no no it was not.
“Hey what’s in this drink” was a stock joke at the time, and the punchline was invariably that there’s actually pretty much nothing in the drink, not even a significant amount of alcohol.
See, this woman is staying late, unchaperoned, at a dude’s house. In the 1940’s, that’s the kind of thing Good Girls aren’t supposed to do – and she wants people to think she’s a good girl. The woman in the song says outright, multiple times, that what other people will think of her staying is what she’s really concerned about: “the neighbors might think,” “my maiden aunt’s mind is vicious,” “there’s bound to be talk tomorrow.“ But she’s having a really good time, and she wants to stay, and so she is excusing her uncharacteristically bold behavior (either to the guy or to herself) by blaming it on the drink – unaware that the drink is actually really weak, maybe not even alcoholic at all. That’s the joke. That is the standard joke that’s going on when a woman in media from the early-to-mid 20th century says “hey, what’s in this drink?“ It is not a joke about how she’s drunk and about to be raped. It’s a joke about how she’s perfectly sober and about to have awesome consensual sex and use the drink for plausible deniability because she’s living in a society where women aren't supposed to have sexual agency.
Basically, the song only makes sense in the context of a society in which women are expected to reject men’s advances whether they actually want to or not, and therefore it’s normal and expected for a lady’s gentleman companion to pressure her despite her protests, because he knows she would have to say that whether or not she meant it, and if she really wants to stay she won’t be able to justify doing so unless he offers her an excuse other than “I’m staying because I want to.” (That’s the main theme of the man’s lines in the song, suggesting excuses she can use when people ask later why she spent the night at his house: it was so cold out, there were no cabs available, he simply insisted because he was concerned about my safety in such awful weather, it was perfectly innocent and definitely not about sex at all!) In this particular case, he’s pretty clearly right, because unlike in Blurred Lines, the woman actually has a voice, and she’s using it to give all the culturally-understood signals that she actually does want to stay but can’t say so. She states explicitly that she’s resisting because she’s supposedto, not because she wants to: “I ought to say no no no…" She states explicitly that she’s just putting up a token resistance so she’ll be able to claim later that she did what’s expected of a decent woman in this situation: “at least I’m gonna say that I tried.” And at the end of the song they’re singing together, in harmony, because they’re both on the same page and they have been all along.
So it’s not actually a song about rape - in fact it’s a song about a woman finding a way to exercise sexual agency in a patriarchal society designed to stop her from doing so. But it’s also, at the same time, one of the best illustrations of rape culture that pop culture has ever produced. It’s a song about a society where women aren’t allowed to say yes…which happens to mean it’s also a society where women don’t have a clear and unambiguous way to say no.
Reblogging for that last bit because this is what I rant about to Kellie every time this discourse happens on my blog but I’m too lazy to type it out. SO thank you to @dangerwaffle for not being as lazy as me. This song has a cultural context, and a historical context, and it’s worth talking about how fucked up that context is, but you have to get WHICH context it is right first.
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Love on the Peacock Express: A Short Mystery MILF Dating Game made for Yuri Jam 2017!
As a private investigator you’ve always been interested in two things: solving mysteries, and kissing hot older women. Now you’re on a train with as many mysteries as there are hot older women. Are you in paradise? Well, that’s going to be up to you.
Choose one of three women to spend time with on the train, each of whom is deeply embroiled her own mystery. Flirt and investigate through dialogue options and observation in order to solve your chosen woman’s mystery and find your way into her heart. Love on the Peacock Express features three possible romance routes, each with two unique endings.
All game proceeds are donated to Planned Parenthood and a Puerto Rican relief organization.
A very happy Indictment Day to you and yours