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I always think of the description I saw years ago: Self-imposed deadlines don't help me, because I know the person who set them, and they're full of shit.
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"Why do Pallas cats always look grumpy?"
"Pallas kittens."
The sheer roundness of this kitten must be admired.
Seems legit
we all hear about kudzu being introduced as "erosion control" in the South but I don't think contemporary people understand on a gut level what that means
these are images from a 1930s pamphlet that endorsed kudzu, entitled "stop gullies: save your farm"
It was Bad.
Invasive plants need to be understood as part of a much larger cycle of incredible violence against the land.
For context: erosion on that scale occurred as a result of our clear-cutting entire states. The land east of the Mississippi used to be covered in old-growth forest to an extent that we literally can’t imagine anymore, because most of us have never seen a forest over 100 years old. It turns out if you remove all vegetation from a landscape, you end up with a bunch of loose soil ready to move downstream. A fast-growing plant that covers everything in dense vegetation sounds like salvation when you’re surrounded by 40-foot deep gullies that get wider with every rainstorm.
A lot of the south too was covered in Canebreaks, basically bamboo forests like a lot of South Asia, I don't know the specifics of the ecology, but bamboo being a grass I assume is rhizomatic like other grasses and forms a big net of roots that prevent erosion. *I assume* (pleez ecologists weigh in)
Yes, the destruction of Canebrakes was a direct cause of this erosion we see here. Canebrakes were destroyed, using slave labor, to make room for cotton plantations. You can read about it here.
Canebrakes built up incredibly rich, fertile soil and are amazing at preventing erosion. They form incredibly strong mats of rhizomes. And their roots are known to go 10 feet deep into the soil.
The erosion we see in these pictures was a result, very much directly, of the Canebrakes being destroyed.
This is a case study in how violence against ecosystems goes so closely hand in hand with violence against people. The violence against the indigenous caretakers of the land, and the violence against the enslaved captives that were forced to clear the Rivercane and work the cotton fields that would degrade the soil into nothing.
welcome back Shaolin Soccer(2001) we missed you
when you look at a psychiatric diagnosis and you see that it has a 3:1 diagnostic rate of women to men, it's more likely to be diagnosed in trans people than cisgender people, and it's most prevalent in hispanic people out of any ethnic group. you really do have to consider who benefits from a label that amounts to "Biologically and Pathologically Hysterical". yknow.
it’s not a “stigmatised” disorder. it’s a disorder that was designed to stigmatise, to shame, and to oppress. acting as though the diagnosis is a stigmatised one is missing the part where this diagnosis is in fact meeting the exact purpose it was designed to fulfil
OP's tags from both the original post and the reblog were too good to hide.
that's really exactly it.
as someone who could very easily qualify for a diagnosis of bpd or cptsd, and even very often resonates with both, everything described in bpd is just a demonization of the same patterns of behaviour described by cptsd. it is just describing you as evil for struggling with being hurt so much, and in doing so, takes the focus away from the person hurting and puts it onto how it inconveniences everyone else.
we really need to be critical of how these labels come to be, because they are deliberately created, and they are created by people with biases. they are so often just a tool of oppression, another extension of a discriminatory machine.
I hope it isn't derailing, but I think this is also really illustrated with Narcissistic Personality Disorder. "narcissist" was a word for an asshole before it was a word for a disorder. rather than describing how someone might struggle to relate to others or be open to true connection, and centering the person who needs to heal, they instead called everyone who struggles with that an irredeemable dick and dressed it up in medical expertise so you wouldn't think to question it. frankly I think it's silly to call for treating "narcissist" like some sacred medical term instead of looking at how fucked up it is that they called a disorder that???
it was ages ago, but there was a post on here talking about just how many "disorders" and diagnoses boil down to "shitty bitch disease". and well, once you see it, you never stop seeing it. anti-social personality disorder? shitty bitch disease. npd, shitty bitch disease. obstinate defiance disorder (come the fuck on) well that's shitty bitch disease. bpd is maybe the most classic example of this. you don't need to listen to her, she has shitty bitch disease. pay no mind to the fact that this label somehow only makes it onto the most marginalized. don't worry about that, because you don't need to listen to those people anyway. they don't have reasons or pain or bad days or feelings or any of that pesky stuff that real people have to explain their actions. no no, we haven't abused them, not at all. haven't you heard? they were broken from the start, and I can prove it. see? they have shitty bitch disease.
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the more time you spend in active recovery from any given self destructive behavior or addiction the more you understand the common conception of the "relapse" as defined by a broken "streak" to be, like, so bad for one's own well-being that it would be funny if it weren't resulting in just a lot of misery and death
I told my girlfriend to think of quitting vaping as training her endurance by seeing how long she can run before she gets tired, then doing it again and hoping to go further next time. She said it really helped her.
drew my fursona as two rap albums I like
albums are:
DAMN by Kendrick Lamar and IGOR by Tyler the creator! go listen to rap it's awesome
with the rap discourse that happened here, instead of arguing I wanted to draw two albums that make me want to create art and that I also relate some of my struggles too. both beautiful pieces of work
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The gender crank hangup on gender identity is so fascinating like "ohh it was invented by John Money" no it wasn't, the term was coined by Robert J. Stoller. Both of these guys were researching it to try to "fix" trans and intersex people by changing their gender identities. They were your guys.
"But what's the evidence that people have a gender identity? You haven't proven that it exists." Well you see, you could ask the same thing about the notion of having any personality trait at all.
The term was coined to label something that was already being observed, which was that people will have rather strong opinions on what gender they're supposed to be, and sometimes you'll encounter a trans person, whose strong opinion on their own gender is at odds with their birth gender assignment.
In general, the idea that you have to Prove™️ the existence of whatever you're measuring before you can say anything about the measurements is completely backwards. The measurements come first, and then afterward you build the framework to interpret them.
Early sexological studies of gender identity and its development were motivated by trying to ensure it did so "correctly" according to birth gender assignment, by guys like Stoller and Money. As it turns out, you can't do that. Reports of successful methods to change someone's gender identity were backed by a great deal of scientific misconduct, dishonesty, and outright human rights violations.
The complete failure to actually change anyone's gender identity in real life is the basis for the observation that gender identity can't be changed, that "gender identity disorder" as it has been called at times can't be "cured."
The people who first arrived at this conclusion absolutely fucking hated it, because their careers were dependent on finding the "cure," but everything they could think of turned out to do significantly more harm than simply letting people live according to their gender identity.
Over time, these guys have died of old age and slowly started to be replaced by people with enough self-awareness to ask "are we the baddies?" and push for a depathologized framework for the treatment of trans people. This has gone over pretty poorly with self-styled skeptics who were asleep until the scientifically backed conclusion started backing a minority group they don't like.
The thing these pseudo-skepctics slept through in science class, though, is that psychology isn't the only place where you need to tolerate the idea that you'll make observations first, construct a framework, and then look for evidence that contradicts it rather than Proving™️ that the framework is "true".
This approach is also how we discovered every single fundamental particle, is the thing.
Electrons are indisputably a Real Thing That Exists, seeing as we have a bunch of technologies that depend on electron detectors now. The idea of "an electron" was first introduced in the 1880s as a name for the minimum amount of electric charge observed in ions. They didn't "Prove" that they exist, they just named an observation that was already being made.
The proper discovery of the electron is credited to experiments with cathode rays, based on the deflection of those rays by electric fields, and the heating produced by those rays. From that, they calculated the electrons' mass.
There are, to this day, guys who will insist these experiments didn't Prove™️ that electrons are particles. In a very naive and pedantic sense, this is true: The goal was not to Prove™️the particle nature of electrons. Particles were the best-fit model for what was going on with cathode rays. With no better alternative available, particles were ASSUMED, and experiments focused on measuring the properties those particles would have, supposing they were real.
"Measure the properties supposing that it's real" is how research on gender identity has to work, because there isn't going to be a Gender Identity Detector to Prove™️that it exists. The crank objection is that this is some kind of exceptional reach, some highly dubious construction that undermines the whole field of research into trans issues.
That betrays one of two things: Complete ignorance of how basic research works in practice, or a deliberate effort to lie about it. In either case, the objections don't constitute legitimate criticism. They're politically motivated pseudo-skepticism coming from people who refuse to engage with the existing work on the subject, using the playbook of the kind of person who insists that the theory of relativity and the theory of quantum mechanics are "Jewish science" and need to be debunked.
Not surprising, given that the first sexologist to propose that trans people are simply a value-neutral, natural variation in humans was Magnus Hirschfield, a Jewish scientist whose institute was burned down by the Nazis in the 1930s.
As someone who has overcome substance abuse, I find this decade’s framing of addiction incredibly insulting.
Somewhere along the line, we decided that any repeated behavior, any source of pleasure, any coping mechanism, any habit that isn’t monk-like and productivity-optimized must be labeled an addiction. You like scrolling art before you create? Addiction. You watch comfort shows after work? Addiction. You check your phone in line at the grocery store? Addiction. You drink coffee with breakfast? Addiction. The word has been stretched so thin it barely means anything anymore, except “a behavior I personally disapprove of.”
Addiction is not “I enjoy stimulation.” It is not “I have habits.” It is not “I seek input before I produce output.” Addiction is a specific, devastating pattern of compulsion, harm, loss of control, and often self-destruction. It dismantles relationships. It corrodes trust. It hijacks the reward system so thoroughly that survival itself becomes secondary. It is not equivalent to liking Pinterest boards or needing music to focus.
When everything becomes addiction, nothing is. The language gets diluted, and with it, the gravity of what actual addiction is. People who have clawed their way out of substance abuse know the difference between compulsion and preference, between destructive dependence and deliberate engagement. Collapsing those distinctions into a trendy moral panic about “dopamine” is not enlightened. It’s sloppy. Unserious, even.
There’s also something deeply puritanical about it. The 2020s seem obsessed with pathologizing pleasure. If something feels good, it must be suspect. If it captures your attention, it must be hijacking your brain. If it isn’t explicitly productive, it must be rot. We’ve replaced older moral frameworks with neuroscience-flavored shame, but the tone is the same: you are wrong for enjoying things.
What bothers me most is how casually the word is thrown around in creative spaces. If you gather inspiration through music, images, movement, conversation, suddenly you’re “stimulus addicted.” If you can’t brute-force a novel in a silent white room with no input, you lack discipline. Never mind that many artists throughout history have relied on immersion, community, environment, and cross-media inspiration. Now it’s framed as weakness, as though the only legitimate art is produced under self-imposed sensory austerity.
This framing flattens nuance. There is a difference between avoidance and incubation. There is a difference between doomscrolling to numb out and deliberately engaging with material that fuels your imagination. There is a difference between compulsively chasing a hit and consciously choosing input that enriches your work. But nuance doesn’t trend. Alarmism does.
There’s also a strange individualizing move happening here. Instead of asking why people are exhausted, overstimulated, underpaid, isolated, or burnt out, we zoom in on their coping mechanisms and label them addictions. Instead of examining structural monotony, economic precarity, and social fragmentation, we scold individuals for having “bad dopamine habits.” It’s easier to diagnose people’s scrolling than to confront the conditions that make endless scrolling appealing.
Calling everything an addiction also erases agency. It suggests that people are perpetually hijacked by their brains, incapable of intentional choice unless they purge all sources of easy stimulation. That’s not empowering. It’s infantilizing. Adults are capable of enjoying things without being enslaved by them. Adults can have rituals, comforts, and creative processes without it being pathology.
When I hear the word “addiction” tossed around to describe normal human behavior, it doesn’t sound like insight. It sounds like moral grandstanding dressed up in pop psychology. And for those of us who have actually lived through the wreckage of substance abuse and fought to reclaim control, it feels like watching something serious get turned into a meme.
We deserve better language. We deserve distinctions. We deserve a culture that can tell the difference between compulsion and preference, between harm and habit, between numbing out and nourishing ourselves. Not everything that holds our attention is a disorder. Not everything pleasurable is a vice. And not everything repetitive is an addiction.
"problematic trans women are really cool" im sorry i think what you mean to say is "i think trans women should be able to make mistakes and still be loved afterwards"
yes this includes the trans women you don't like. there is no mistake or thing a trans woman can say that makes her irredeemable or unlovable or deserving of isolation
this applies especially to trans women who have entire cadres of people harassing them for months or years on end, like patricia taxxon, mordred euniexenoblade, miss forcefem, etc.. call it controversial, but i really don't think any of those women even remotely deserve ANY of the shit they've been put through. what if you just let these women live their lives. what if you did that. wouldn't that be something?
like, fuck. haven't weirdos been going after lily orchard for over ten fucking years? transmisogyny is institutional, it is everywhere, it is vile and insidious and rancid. but for some, it's a fucking hobby. you don't hate on a tranny you don't like for 10 years without fucking enjoying it. need i repeat myself when i say that trans women are harassed for sport? it isn't about justice, or safety, or whatever they claim it's about; because it's about entertainment.
in general I find that "why did someone behave this way" is almost always answered by "behaving otherwise was too difficult and frightening for them at the time," and then you have to dig into why that is. people behave in ways that feel 1. easy for them (do not require much thought or effort) 2. accessible to them (patterns that have worked many times before) and 3. safe for them (apparently predictable outcome)
this is true even for behavior that is absolutely horrific and totally unacceptable. which can be a tough thing to accept, I think.
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get wrapped up so close that there's no separating the self from the other
she/her and xe/xer