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COVID-19 Pandemic: Heroic Women Homage by Milo Manara *
I’m really glad you included EVS, sanitation workers, and other professions that people often forget. 💕💕💕
THIS IS THE FIRST ONE I’VE SEEN THAT INCLUDES VETERINARY WORKERS. THANK YOU!!! 🐾🐾🐾
On August 3rd, 2020, The Principality of Hutt River officially ceased to exist. Due to the economic problems caused by the coronavirus pandemic, Prince Graeme Casley was unable to pay the enormous tax bill that his father had left him. The royal family owed US$2.15 million to the Australian government, and the Prince could not pay it on his own. He was left with no choice but to sell his family’s land. And, with that decision, Hutt River is gone. Rest in peace, you beautiful mess.
hey guys friendly reminder from your fave Canadian that esk*mo is a slur so please don’t use it!
I see it usually in the context of “esk*mo kisses” which may pop up when people talk about their ships and their headcanon, but it means “snow eaters” in cree and is a slur against Inuit people so please just don’t use it!
and I would appreciate if u reblogged this because people outside Canada don’t seem to know this for the most part
Also if you want to refer to ‘‘eskimo kisses’‘ and not use that term the Inuit term for it is ‘‘kunik’‘. It’s a traditional greeting usually between relatives or a child and an adult, although it’s a little different from nose kisses so most Canadians call it ‘‘Inuit kiss’‘ and I’ve heard other people call it ‘‘bunny kisses’’. Either way there’s no excuse to use ‘‘eskimo’‘ in this context or another.
Thanks for telling us Americans definitely have no idea, so it’s good information.
FOR ANYONE SCARED OF THE CORONAVIRUS:
Social media is making this a lot more serious than it really is
Masks don’t really help you and you might still get sick while wearing them. Save them for doctors and healthcare professionals.
Avoid touching your face and wash/sanitize your hands
We have a better chance of getting sick and recovering than dying
Most dead people are old people
More than 80% of cases are not severe
Don’t listen to anyone that says get the flu shot because the flu is different from Corona
Total cases: 101,000+
People recovered: 56,000+
People dead: 3,500+
That’s a 2% death rate
Calm down
I second this statement.
For the record, no one in Sane-ia has contracted the virus as of this writing, and it looks like it is statistically unlikely for that to change.
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Aaaand THIS is why I seceded.
The disclaimer ‘No animals were harmed during the making of this film’ has been approved for the end credits of multiple movies in which animals actually were injured or died. Approvals were granted on the grounds that the animals were not intentionally harmed or the incidents occurred while cameras weren’t rolling. Source Source 2
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Kiwi’s Guide To: Washing Your Hands!
A helpful 101 guide to rooting out fatphobia in yourself:
•Stop commenting on or bringing up other people’s weight changes. Seriously, full stop. There’s no way to do this well. “Compliments” about weight changes do not exist. Just. Don’t. Comment. On. Weight.
•Simply don’t point out, talk about, mock, or make fun of fat people, NO MATTER HOW FAT THEY ARE. (I can’t believe I have to say that.)
•Stop commenting negatively about your own body size/shape. If you need to speak with someone about this, like a therapist, please do. Society is fatphobic as fuck so it’s natural to have internalized fatphobia and have bad body feelings. But to the absolute best of your abilities, do not pollute public air space with your body negativity. This mentality is often LEARNED from others and you don’t need to be another voice in the chorus teaching fatphobia.
•Stop commenting on other people’s food choices, diets, etc. It’s not your place.
•ENTIRELY remove the words “obese” (based on junk BMI nonsense) and “overweight” (over WHAT weight?) from your vocabulary.
•Do not place morality on simply eating. Stop saying things like “I’m being bad today” when eating a treat or saying you feel “guilty” for eating certain stuff. (Or the opposite that you’re being “good” when you eat a salad.) Eating is necessary for your body! And it’s allowed to be enjoyable.
•STOP FRAMING EXERCISE AS PUNISHMENT YOU INFLICT ON YOUR BODY FOR EATING. Exercise because you find activities you enjoy! Exercise because working out your body makes you feel strong or powerful! That’s all great! Shut the hell up about “working off that donut.”
•If someone not fat uses fat as an insult or says they “FEEL FAT” (god I hate that phrase) shut it down. It can be as simple as “That’s not cool, please don’t use fat as an insult.” If you don’t feel comfortable shutting it down then literally just do not say anything. Don’t encourage or engage in the discussion. AND! Please! For the love of god! Don’t be all “you’re not fat, you’re beautiful.”
•If someone who IS fat says they’re fat for the love of god again DON’T SAY “you’re not fat, you’re beautiful.”
•Understand and accept that your body is fully yours but ONLY your body is yours and you have no right to judge what someone else does to theirs. Have I mentioned that society is fatphobic as fuck...so judgy thoughts about other people’s food or clothing choices happen, but when these thoughts emerge, remind yourself: that is THEIR body. Not yours.
•Accept that there’s no wrong way to have a body. Everyone already has a “beach body” or a “bikini body” if they want to. An “athletic body type” is any body playing a sport. YOU might think “she doesn’t have the body to pull off that outfit” but SHE obviously disagrees, so mind your own business.
•If you are not fat yourself, shop at size inclusive retailers. If you won’t shop from someplace that someone who wears a XXXL can’t shop from, you’ll develop some empathy for this topic reeeeeal quickly.
•If you are not fat and you’re going out with friends/family who are, think in advance about how they can be accommodated. Has your fat friend commented on the uncomfortable, narrow booths at the restaurant you’re meeting her at for dinner before? Request a table and not a booth when you check in at the host stand. Or asking your fat friend out for a shopping trip—does the store have things she can buy too?
WHAT ELSE??? Feel free to chime in!
Hi reblogging myself because January is an extra high season of fatpbobia in the air, media, self-talk etc. Read this. Try it. Free yourself 👍
What should you say if someone who's fat says they're fat??? Like, if it's clearly an insult.
Oh man, this is such a great question.
I’m wracking my brain for a good response but it’s complicated! As a fat person who had previously hated my fat body, I’m trying to put myself back in a space of what might have been helpful to me if I said something like “ugh I’m too fat” to a friend. I mean I remember what some friends DID say (usually variations of “you’re not fat, you’re beautiful”...and CRINGE that’s no good. Spoiler alert: I’m actually both I know now 😘)
But in the moment a reply that could actually help me? I’m not sure. Like, if the other person was thin especially and had a kind/supportive/fat positive reply I don’t think it would have landed well bc I wasn’t ready.
Anyone (who is not thinsplaining) have thoughts to add?
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this will probably never happen again
We will never know their names.
The first victim could not have been recorded, for there was no written language to record it. They were someone’s daughter, or son, and someone’s friend, and they were loved by those around them. And they were in pain, covered in rashes, confused, scared, not knowing why this was happening to them or what they could do about it - victim of a mad, inhuman god. There was nothing to be done - humanity was not strong enough, not aware enough, not knowledgeable enough, to fight back against a monster that could not be seen.
It was in Ancient Egypt, where it attacked slave and pharaoh alike. In Rome, it effortlessly decimated armies. It killed in Syria. It killed in Moscow. In India, five million dead. It killed a thousand Europeans every day in the 18th century. It killed more than fifty million Native Americans. From the Peloponnesian War to the Civil War, it slew more soldiers and civilians than any weapon, any soldier, any army (Not that this stopped the most foolish and empty souls from attempting to harness the demon as a weapon against their enemies).
Cultures grew and faltered, and it remained. Empires rose and fell, and it thrived. Ideologies waxed and waned, but it did not care. Kill. Maim. Spread. An ancient, mad god, hidden from view, that could not be fought, could not be confronted, could not even be comprehended. Not the only one of its kind, but the most devastating.
For a long time, there was no hope - only the bitter, hollow endurance of survivors.
In China, in the 10th century, humanity began to fight back.
It was observed that survivors of the mad god’s curse would never be touched again: they had taken a portion of that power into themselves, and were so protected from it. Not only that, but this power could be shared by consuming a remnant of the wounds. There was a price, for you could not take the god’s power without first defeating it - but a smaller battle, on humanity’s terms. By the 16th century, the technique spread, to India, across Asia, the Ottoman Empire and, in the 18th century, Europe. In 1796, a more powerful technique was discovered by Edward Jenner.
An idea began to take hold: Perhaps the ancient god could be killed.
A whisper became a voice; a voice became a call; a call became a battle cry, sweeping across villages, cities, nations. Humanity began to cooperate, spreading the protective power across the globe, dispatching masters of the craft to protect whole populations. People who had once been sworn enemies joined in common cause for this one battle. Governments mandated that all citizens protect themselves, for giving the ancient enemy a single life would put millions in danger.
And, inch by inch, humanity drove its enemy back. Fewer friends wept; Fewer neighbors were crippled; Fewer parents had to bury their children.
At the dawn of the 20th century, for the first time, humanity banished the enemy from entire regions of the world. Humanity faltered many times in its efforts, but there individuals who never gave up, who fought for the dream of a world where no child or loved one would ever fear the demon ever again. Viktor Zhdanov, who called for humanity to unite in a final push against the demon; The great tactician Karel Raška, who conceived of a strategy to annihilate the enemy; Donald Henderson, who led the efforts of those final days.
The enemy grew weaker. Millions became thousands, thousands became dozens. And then, when the enemy did strike, scores of humans came forth to defy it, protecting all those whom it might endanger.
The enemy’s last attack in the wild was on Ali Maow Maalin, in 1977. For months afterwards, dedicated humans swept the surrounding area, seeking out any last, desperate hiding place where the enemy might yet remain.
They found none.
35 years ago, on December 9th, 1979, humanity declared victory.
This one evil, the horror from beyond memory, the monster that took 500 million people from this world - was destroyed.
You are a member of the species that did that. Never forget what we are capable of, when we band together and declare battle on what is broken in the world.
Happy Smallpox Eradication Day.
Queer wedding shawl.
Pattern was designed by a queer woman. Yarn was hand dyed by a different queer woman. Shawl was knit by a queer woman (me) and worn by another queer woman (my wife).
Eight years ago. Still very happily married.
Remember this when someone tells you asexuals are broken or autistic people can’t find love.
The director of cybersecurity from the Electronic Freedom Foundation is offering to help women who have been threatened with compromise of their devices.
I better see EVERYBODY reblogging this
Uighur Muslims are currently being persecuted and forcibly detained in Chinese camps where they remain as prisoners, forced into labor and tortured. This is all because there is a crackdown on the Muslim population in China. New reports reveal that Uighur Muslims are shackled, transported, and having their organs harvested.
*remember. silence is acceptance.
True. Silence is acceptance. That’s why I’m not being silent.
Also, here’s a little extra proof: https://www.cnn.com/2016/06/23/asia/china-organ-harvesting/index.html
A work story from substitute teaching!
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At first I though this was a joke
Don’t ignore this Tumblr
Yet they still do even when it’s right in their face.
This reminds me of how a friend of mine was abused by the mother of his child. She was mentally unstable and used to berate him constantly and would smack him in the head all the time. It really pissed me off. Then one night she threw hot coffee in his face and tried to stab him with a screwdriver. The cops hauled him off to jail because she made up a sob story that painted herself as the victim. Once he left her, he stayed with me and it was a nightmare. She stalked him and me. She would drive by my house obsessively at all hours of the day and night (her muffler made a weird sound so I know it was her). She started showing up at my job, showing up at the places I frequented around town, and filling up my voicemail with dead air. The cops were no help. One day she got bold enough to talk her way into my home by conning my elderly grandmother, whom I was taking care of, while I was out. She went in my room and went through my stuff (creepy), then found him napping on the couch and attacked him. My grandmother witnessed the whole thing. He grabbed her by the arms, forced her out the front door, and locked it. The cops were called again. They said they’d go and ‘talk’ to her.
The next day we were watching a movie and there was a knock at the door. The police had come to arrest him. She filed a complaint against him and shown off some bruises on her arms from the altercation that she swore were completely unprovoked. My grandmother saw the whole thing since she was in the living room too and testified on his behalf. He still ended up serving jail time. No one takes male domestic violence victims seriously. They only see males as perpetrators.
#standing up for male victims takes NOTHING away from female victims #this isn’t an either/or scenario #you can pursue justice for male victims and still be 100% feminist #safer world for EVERYONE
This is important. Just… everyone needs to see this.
That’s messed up, many of us were taught as children that this kind of thing is wrong to ANYONE , why cant adults take this as seriously as a woman being abused?
