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It always throws me off a little, logging into old and badly-neglected social media networks because I'm joining a brand-new, soon-to-be-neglected social media network and it's asking specifically about a dozen other platforms to link.
There might even be a lesson there if I can stop scrolling long enough to figure it out.
I may not understand everything my young community members say, but I’ll always be happy to see their glowing smile as they make references the same way I once confused my boomer parents. For great justice!
This pun is hilarious, but Victor Frankenstein would absolutely not fucking say that.
To clarify: My problem isn't Frankenstein speaking with modern slang. My problem is Frankenstein being okay with somebody drinking his monster.
Research is also definitely a skill (and I went to school for it) so I want to share tips here for people wanting to learn information or skills:
Have a list of questions you want answered, points you’re confused about, or things you want to understand, and know that you can start with any one of those
Browse libraries’ books on the topic—they usually have the most specific subject headings. Academic libraries or public libraries can both be great, and many places have community/special libraries too depending on the topic. More specific libraries will have more specifically knowledgeable staff
While you’re there, ask librarians things, it is their job to help you find information especially if you don’t know where to start. They will also help you sort the good information from the less reliable stuff.
Avoid giving yourself negative self-messages about being stupid/useless/whatever other shame you might be feeling about your lack of knowledge. This is a huge barrier to learning and staying consistent. It’s true that people who went to universities and other institutions have a leg up on you—that is a real gap in resources, time and energy. But it’s also important to remember that your inherent competence and ability to learn isn’t something you can lack or lose; you’re always going to have that just by virtue of being human.
Similarly, seek your beginning knowledge from people who are patient and actively trying to help you learn, as opposed to people who are going to add to the shame. In the long term you will have to interact with everyone, but waiting until you’re more confident until you weigh in on a topic is not just allowed it’s probably also the best strategy! It might help to talk to or read about people who were also self-taught in the subject, or who didn’t have a formal education (if that’s you).
Try talking about what you’re learning with others who are beginners. This will help you solidify things in your memory and frame them in your own words. Making art, poetry, or comics about the subject you’re learning is also a great way to further internalize it
Also try listening to podcasts, interviews, or documentaries about the subject that are a little above your level, to see what you can glean or understand.
Make personal connections to your own life and interests whenever possible (not necessarily out loud/to others, but in your own mind. I.e. it’s not necessarily appropriate to frame many subjects as being “about you,” but it’s totally okay and natural to let the emotions that come up while learning bring you closer to the material.)
Keep up a habit of integrating the topic into your reading/listening/daily information consumption, even when it feels boring. Your level of engagement in every topic has natural ebbs and flows, and when you HAVE to learn something, it’s best to learn to “ride” those waves.
Another reason self-esteem maintenance is so important is that you need to be prepared to be wrong and make mistakes! It will happen a lot and it will be a sign that you’re learning, so it’s good! Just don’t give up or fall into shame spirals when it happens—and you won’t if you can maintain validation with yourself
I hope some of these suggestions help people who have felt like they “lack education” in a general sense but want to learn more about something/anything. Reading, watching, and listening to information sources are also all skills, and you can approach learning those with many of the same principles.
This whole interaction perfectly illustrates a large number of interactions I've had with an IRL friend and several questionable-faith arguments I've seen from people. From my perspective, there's nothing wrong with pointing out a knowledge gap, and it's understandable that sometimes pointing out gaps comes across as dismissive. I'm always grateful to people who take a little extra time and give more context or help me getting started fixing the problems, too. It's by no means an expectation that I have, and I want to boost voices that spend the time to actually give guidance. Being patient with those of us who are short-sighted and need a little push is always appreciated~
Nothing is more humbling than being a Very Online gay person and hanging out with a gay person who isn't online because it forces you to realize that all the things you thought were popular with gay people are actually popular with a small cadre of annoying nerds who just so happen to be gay. Like I was talking to my butch lesbian coworker about music and she had never heard of Chappell Roan or Muna but she'd been to multiple Imagine Dragons concerts. Bro you're married to a woman??? How many dragons could you possibly need to imagine???? What are we celebrating here Pride Month or the Kia Summer Sales Event???? And you're an Imagine Dragons fan but you've never heard of Arcane??? And then after the shock wears off I realize that I'M the weird one for having watched Arcane. I'll never fully recover from this.
What's especially funny about this post is that you are already aware of this phenomenon in other people and frequently post about it which implies there are stratified layers of perspective about what is actually gay culture and you were like
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Yeah it was me, I made the Cool S sword.
Sword is a cool s-word
Here's the link to the video
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People said that Tumblr isn't a great place to post original art that isn't fanart, but I'm doing it anyway because I haven't got the motivation to draw anything else
Happy pride month lads! 🧡💛🤍💙
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Hey did you know that you can’t escape fatphobia even after death? The article talks about how these donated bodies are used for first year anatomy students to study the body, and how the 'perfect' body for that should be 170-180 pounds.
“The storage is one issue, but when you are obese, there’s a lot of tissue everywhere. The students don’t get as good a learning opportunity.”
"That program limits donors to between 170 pounds and 180 pounds, though an exceptionally tall donor might be allowed at 190.
“It’s the maximum our equipment will handle,” Powers said.
Sounds like they just need newer and better equipment?
"Obese bodies are more difficult, time-consuming and unpleasant to study, said Wade, who also heads his state’s anatomy board."
Ah yes, we've arrived at the real reason..
Quick question, if fat bodies are not accepted as potential cadavers for medical students to study on then what are the consequences for that?
Fat people are dismissed medically and are told to lose weight before even getting a chance to be examined. While alive. Then are rejected for further study after death. How many people died and will die because medical professionals are missing potential problems that could be diagnosed?
Hello~
Anatomical assistant working at a medical school with cadaveric donor programming and despite THAT PROGRAM mentioned in the article being fatphobic I hope to clarify some things about the atmosphere of work in this field.
All living things start decomposition as soon as they die, this is important. How you die is also important.
The ADP (anatomical donation program) I work within sets the weight limit at 250lbs and we have donors exceed even this weight limit OFTEN! The height limit is approx 6ft so that there is room within the length of the racks, lidded humidor tables, and body bags which are 7ft. We're in 3D so we have to have spaces at the head and feet for proper placement. There is also a limit on accidental deaths and potential suicides or overdoses - ONLY natural deaths, only pre-registered donors with general health and age related deaths.
I maintain 60-120 donors of ALL body types, sexes, ethnicity etc for a minimum of a year and a maximum of three years.
These limits are set for embalming purposes - the taller the donor as well as higher fat composition (over muscle composition) the less likely it is that the individual donor has been embalmed effectively. This is why that decomposition starting ASAP is important, it is everything I can't have happen in the lab. There also seems to be a variable to do with kidneys' ability before death and how the donor fixates but that's a whole unknown thing until they are dissected for study as they have wished...
If any donor does not embalm effectively upon their arrival to my program, I do my best with injections of formalin, all to prevent decomposition, and remediate areas of settling/pooling blood. I must inject into the skull cavity as well, else the brain will turn to mush and become unavailable for study. I do this by external palpation and visual cues, as there is no real/solid way of knowing how well a donor has embalmed and cured (yes they wait in the racks for a bit) until they are dissected. When the students and faculty begin dissection, most all the embalming fluid that has been pumped into the donor rushes out and so we continuously wet donors down with a diluted embalming solution else they decompose, dry, or mold.
A decomposing or mold growing donor is vastly different from a fixated one. Decomposition has a specific scent I won't describe and won't recommend you experience. The tissues are generally soft and pull apart without structural definition making the donor not usable for active study. Any issues with embalming due to donors status before death lead to an unusable donor, and then I have failed them as a human to provide their dying wish, disappointing over all.
Taking care of dead people is also quite sad in its way, as I get to know them only after they cannot share themselves with me in any other way than informatics about how they lived (death certification and structures uncovered during dissection).
All this to say, we take all kinds. Everyone dies. There is bias and prejudice in the medical field, I am trying to raise some good future doctors here so please donate if that is your will - respect and privacy for the humanity of our donors are our most important qualities to maintain, beyond embalming fixation.
None of this negates the limits, the fatphobia, none of it, but perhaps gives a better understanding of goings on behind the scenes reasoning. We do need better equipment.
you used to be able to google a statistical test and the results would all be some prof’s .edu page coded in basic html clearly outlining every statistical method under the sun. now you google a statistical test and the results are all articles trying to get you to sign up for some data science course
Or some mad person rambling about a conspiracy, or a publication doing its very best to look like a scholastic journal while putting out nonsense for free… and publishers lock the good stuff away behind paywalls.
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My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.
When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.
When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.
Zombie/other post-apocalyptic story character concept: The unsettling optimist.
The protagonists of this story encounter an oddly formal loner who seems creepily happy-go-lucky to be wandering alone out there all alone, and assume that this poor fellow is just flat-out insane. A lot of people lost their minds when the world collapsed. An argument is had about whether they can spare the resources to take in somebody who might be a liability, but eventually a consensus is reached that if this mf has been surviving just fine all by themselves so far, surely they're not completely off their roller.
Besides, they don't seem to be out of touch with reality, just... Weirdly cheerful about it. Like wandering around a zombie-infested wasteland is the best thing that ever happened to them. Like it's a privilege to get to eat questionable canned food, to wander from half-collapsed building to another, to argue about where the group is supposed to be going. Like it's a pleasure to be there, and they don't mean it with sarcasm.
And one time when they manage to kill an animal for food, the newcomer volunteers to butcher it like that's a totally normal task that they're used to doing. And working with sure hands and a casual smile, they offhandedly remark how interestingly different it feels to butcher an animal. Full record scratch when everyone within earshot pauses to process what the fuck they just said. How exactly is someone who's clearly that familiar with taking apart meat from bones unaccustomed to butchering animals?
Well, you know how every post-apocalyptic/zombie story seems to have that one place that seems like a clean and tidy wonderful utopia on the surface, but turns out that they're cannibals that eat people? Yeah, that guy is from there. Escaped from there, in fact, and not long before the protagonists found them. And the reason why they've been over the moon about getting to be a part of the whole post-apocalyptic roving band of survivors is the freedom. They get to choose what miserable cans to eat, what miserable ruins to sleep in for the night, what hopeless direction they will miserably trek. And the zombies? The zombies are the best part.
Imagine the joy and luxury of knowing for sure for the first time, that there is absolutely zero overlap between the people who form the community that you rely on to survive, and the people who will kill and eat you if you make one single mistake.
i’m not aromantic but i believe in their beliefs
for me being bi has contributed a huge amount to noticing all the ways in which romance and friendship run together and i think in general people would benefit from recognizing that romance and friendship are socially constructed categories used to describe a vast, nebulous, and often overlapping range of feelings
I think life is at its best when you've got enough free time at your leisure to just have random shit happen to you, because you had the time to pause and look around you, and stop to see what this is all about if and when something does seem odd.
The midsummer holiday is this weekend, so I needed to go get all my friends their birthday presents. As it was a nice day and we needed to have our daily walk anyhow, me and my boyfriend decided to head to the shops on foot. The way there was uneventful, but halfway on our way home, we noticed a cyclist crossing the road with a little dog running at the bike's heel, and remarked to each other what an irresponsible way that is to keep a dog - not even on a leash!
But then the little dog halted at the sight of us, and the cyclist went on without even noticing that the dog was left behind. That's when we put together that the dog wasn't even with this guy, but all on its own, wagging its tail and looking right to us. A little cream-coloured poodle, with an apricot colour patch along its spine. A well-groomed, healthy and happy-looking puppy with a collar round its neck - it didn't look lost or scared at all, but like it was having an excellent time, playing unleashed and unsupervised in traffic.
We tried to lure the pup to us, with little success, but since it was clearly not scared of strangers, I figured it's best not to spook it by suddenly grabbing it unless I was 100% sure it wouldn't get away. And as I approached the dog, it ran off back the way it came, up a road on a hill, glancing behind itself as dogs do when they want you to follow, and it halted on the top of the hill.
But by the time we got to the spot where the dog had been, it had disappeared somewhere in the greenery shading the road. So instead of playing cotton-eye-joe - where did you come from, where did you go? - we decided to stop and ask someone nearby where the dog might have come from, to let the owners know that it had been spotted around here. We picked the first house to the left. There was a man building something at the end of the yard, and I was the one who addressed him there.
"Uh, sir? Mister?"
"Huh?"
"Do you happen to know who around here might have a little cream-coloured poodle?"
"Uh, we do?"
"Well it was running down the road in traffic just now. Came back this way, though."
"God fucking damn it."
So the man called his wife who came out with a leash, and the two explained that this isn't the first time the sweet little bastrd had managed to escape - as a matter of fact he had currently been building a proper kennel on their yard, to have something more escape proof than their garden fence. The dog showed up again as the owners called, but didn't want to be caught. Eventually it wandered close enough to me to be snatched by the collar - and even then didn't seem scared to be seized by a stranger, only disappointed that Unsupervised Unleashed Happy Fun Time was over.
The owners thanked us profusedly, and the man went back inside to fetch something, handing us an ice cold bottle of sparkling wine for us for our troubles. Which is now in our fridge. And I guess the next quest is figuring out what we're going to do with that, since neither of us drinks alcohol.
for me the best part of reading Open Veins of Latin America by Galeano was forming a more accurate notion of the approximate size of the oceans of blood being spent to maintain the status quo in the global North under US hegemony
modern debt slavery is kind of interesting. so you start with the colony and you destroy the existing society by enslaving the native population for the purpose of extracting resources that benefit you, like Spain's destruction of Potosi for silver. or like banana monoculture. (but only around 5% of that silver went into Spanish pockets, the rest went into debt and interest payments!) the resource is eventually exhausted. along with countless lives of slaves. no money was ever put into infrastructure apart from the building of ports and then roads or railways to those ports. the capitalists leave after picking the carcass clean. now a gigantic labor surplus needs to eat, and has to go wherever it can find work. fast forward a century or two. every bit of "aid" from the United States carries trade restrictions. those trade restrictions mean that you can only sell your raw materials to the United States and its allies, which means that they set the prices. you're only allowed to buy from them, as well, and once again they set the prices. they also assassinate your leaders whenever those leaders do things like try and set import taxes on foreign goods, allowing them to set the prices of all the consumer goods that you can't produce by yourself because your industries will be destroyed long before foreign capital will run out of the resources to price-gouge. a significant amount of the "aid" comes in the form of debts issued by your banks to foreign creditors, and the debt will grow, and grow, and grow.
As someone who had to learn a lot of social skills as an adult because I was super sheltered and didn’t have a lot of friends as a kid, one thing that’s kinda frustrating to realize is that yes there are some actual unspoken social rules that most people have learned through pattern recognition but also sometimes a person is wrongly expecting you to read their mind and they’re the one making the social faux pas here and not you.
However, sometimes it’s really difficult to figure out the difference between these two situations. Like have I done a bad job of reading the room here or has this person just expected me to know what they’re thinking? Sometimes even people that are generally good at social etiquette can’t figure it out.
Sometimes it’s especially a problem when talking to someone from a different culture as well. I’ve found myself doing research on certain cultural attitudes so I could figure out how to get certain people I know from other countries to talk to me. The social dances are intricate and they vary quite a bit between cultures. It’s like an accent or something. It’s really hard to change it when you get older.
Reading through the reblogs on this, I came across several references to a song, and went back to the article to see which song it was. Seeing nothing, I found myself growing increasingly anxious: is this just another Tumblr thing that I’m too new to understand? Was there a hidden video and I just missed it? And then I hit the very bottom, apparently the first reblog, and it was a YouTube video. The relief I felt at not failing Social Media Cues was just as strong as the IRL social cue relief, and I’m honestly not sure why or how that happens.
And for anyone who hits this and is still wondering, “Yes, but what song?” It’s “WUG” by Chris Fleming.
