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me: smacking the shit out of complete strangers repeatedly for hours
friend: what
me: boop
trying on a metaphor

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friend: what are you doing this halloween?
me: smacking the shit out of complete strangers repeatedly for hours
friend: what
me: boop
When I was in vet school I went to this one lecture that I will never forget. Various clubs would have different guest lecturers come in to talk about relevant topics and since I was in the Wildlife Disease Association club I naturally attended all the wildlife and conservation discussions. Well on this particular occasion, the speakers started off telling us they had been working on a project involving the conservation of lemurs in Madagascar. Lemurs exist only in Madagascar, and they are in real trouble; they’re considered the most endangered group of mammals on Earth. This team of veterinarians was initially assembled to address threats to lemur health and work on conservation solutions to try and save as many lemur species from extinction as possible. As they explored the most present dangers to lemurs they found that although habitat loss was the primary problem for these vulnerable animals, predation by humans was a significant cause of losses as well. The vets realized it was crucial for the hunting of lemurs by native people to stop, but of course this is not so simple a problem.
The local Malagasy people are dealing with extreme poverty and food insecurity, with nearly half of children under five years old suffering from chronic malnutrition. The local people have always subsisted on hunting wildlife for food, and as Madagascar’s wildlife population declines, the people who rely on so-called bushmeat to survive are struggling more and more. People are literally starving.
Our conservation team thought about this a lot. They had initially intended to focus efforts on education but came to understand that this is not an issue arising from a lack of knowledge. For these people it is a question of survival. It doesn’t matter how many times a foreigner tells you not to eat an animal you’ve hunted your entire life, if your child is starving you are going to do everything in your power to keep your family alive.
So the vets changed course. Rather than focus efforts on simply teaching people about lemurs, they decided to try and use veterinary medicine to reduce the underlying issue of food insecurity. They supposed that if a reliable protein source could be introduced for the people who needed it, the dependence on meat from wildlife would greatly decrease. So they got to work establishing new flocks of chickens in the most at-risk communities, and also initiated an aggressive vaccination program for Newcastle disease (an infectious illness of poultry that is of particular concern in this area). They worked with over 600 households to ensure appropriate husbandry and vaccination for every flock, and soon found these communities were being transformed by the introduction of a steady protein source. Families with a healthy flock of chickens were far less likely to hunt wild animals like lemurs, and fewer kids went hungry. Thats what we call a win-win situation.
This chicken vaccine program became just one small part of an amazing conservation outreach initiative in Madagascar that puts local people at the center of everything they do. Helping these vulnerable communities of people helps similarly vulnerable wildlife, always. If we go into a country guns-blazing with that fire for conservation in our hearts and a plan to save native animals, we simply cannot ignore the humans who live around them. Doing so is counterintuitive to creating an effective plan because whether we recognize it or not, humans and animals are inextricably linked in many ways. A true conservation success story is one that doesn’t leave needy humans in its wake, and that is why I think this particular story has stuck with me for so long.
(Source 1)
(Source 2- cool video exploring this initiative from some folks involved)
(Source 3)
Hope it's okay for me to save these tags from @whatever-man-whatever, because this was not obvious to me, and it sparked a lot of curiosity for me!
Tonight I am Searching for An Image that May Very Well Change My Life
Give em the ole Razzle Dazzle
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as a jew i love having opinions on jesus. it’s like. no i don’t think he was messiah However Yes i am a fan of this dude. fucker said ‘it’s easier for a camel to go thru the eye of a needle than it is for a rich man to go to heaven’ and proved his point by going absolutely ballistic flipping tables and chasing merchants with a whip in broad daylight in a synagogue. basically my thoughts on jesus are: 10/10 would go to brunch with.
anyway. merry christmas to the christian folk i think ur mans is nifty
Money spell! Reblog to charge it with your intent; the more people see it, the more powerful it becomes. Magic should be fun!
this actually does work the witches of tumblr really are out here doing something lol
Yesss November come throughhhhhhh!!
Reblogging with all my intent and desire.
I Made $750 For Nothing
I need a transition and also to not be in abject poverty
I too require money.
would like some money plz
reblogging bc after I saw this last time I found out that I haven’t been getting my orphan’s benefit because of an administrative issue, not because I no longer qualify, and got a whole year of back pay
Reblogging because I just got a letter in the mail that there is still some money in my 401k from the job I got pettily fired from and so I’ll be getting somewhere around $650 dollars, thereabouts, in about a month. I MEAN WHAT. Witches of Tumblr, my hat is off to you.
me when i get my student loan
this is the money cat. reblog in 30 seconds and you will find yourself with more wealth
#this is the only money cat i will reblog because it’s actually doing the manekineko pose151,646 notes (via lolwhutninja)
OMG YOU’RE RIGHT
and it has its right paw up! the correct paw for this. and from the markings on its ears, it looks like it might be a calico cat. which is the luckiest kind!
extremely lucky cat
I don’t even care if it actually works, I’m mostly reblogging because it’s freaking adorable.
cute cat and need money, good post, 10/10
in case anyones interested in the other versions
http://www.namaii.com/manekineko/maneki-neko-types.html
Y’know I reblogged this a bit ago and was saved from financial probation and getting kicked out of school because of it, just mere months from graduation. Got a call from the financial aid advisor telling me that they made a mistake with filing my account (or some other sort of clerical error) and said that, basically, they owe me money. Welp.
Last time I reblogged the money cat, I won two $100 gift cards at work.
Money cat, money cat, money cat.
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
Because…
The first rule of writing is hoard notebooks
The second rule of writing is we do not write in our notebook hoard
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
Gonna try it. Need me some good luck.
Wanted: Orange Cat
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Clara Edwards, a mother of two in Oklahoma, crowdsourced an orange cat to borrow for a Garfield-themed lasagna dinner party for her kids. He
This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen
This is so pure
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my world’s on fire, how about yours…..
being in your 20’s is like “if I can just get through this week I’ll be ok” but every fucking week
My Uncomfortable Vaginal Health Scare
About 4 months ago I realised I was way overdue for a pap smear. Being a conscientious and responsible adult, I put it off for a few more weeks and then went to my medical center to spend an uncomfortable ten minutes getting my paps smeared while answering questions about my weekend plans.
I dropped the swabs off at the in house pathology lab and promptly forgot about it.
5 days later I get a text message from my medical center
“Your test results are in - please make an appointment. This is non urgent, but time sensitive”
I make an appointment for the following morning, thinking that it’s likely my doctor is about to go on holidays so needs to get me in and out as quickly as possible.
Sitting in the waiting room the following morning, my doctor is running late (not unusual) and i am sitting in the waiting room texting my friend
“Can’t be that time sensitive she’s running twenty minutes late haha *emoji* *emoji*”
We laugh and giggle, I am hilarious.
I am called into the doctor’s office.
“So you need to go for more tests”
I’m pretty sure she said more things after this, but I was too busy picturing a doctor removing my vagina, uterus, both legs and intestines.
I ask her to repeat this, twice more. She very kindly (and slowly) explains to me that my testing came back positive for a strain of HPV, as well as possible high grade intraepithelial lesions, and the best thing is to go for a colposcopy.
She gives me a piece of paper, and is very reassuring that this further testing is for safety and good measure.
I leave the doctors office and do what any self respecting adult would do. I call my mummy.
Mum reassures me as best she can - and I drive home and call the hospital, I get put through to the very scarily named “gynaecological oncologist” at my local public hospital, who explains they put you in a line based on severity of testing needed and they will give me a call with my appointment.
Two weeks are spent with anxious sludge in my stomach, desperately googling HSIL as much as I possibly can and getting absolutely no answers that satiate my thirst for knowledge.
Then the call comes
“can you come in today at 10am?”
“Yep”
I show up - I go to the obstetrics ward, a very nice nurse directs me to sit and wait, because I am 20 minutes early for my appointment. I read all the pregnancy pamphlets that relate no way to my current situation and break some kind of record for leg jiggling.
I am called in. A very nice nurse asks me a lot of questions, and then I am led into a room and told to strip off from the waist down and hop on the bed. The fact that the nurse leaves the room seems like a really nice gesture. Then 4 people come into the room and focus intently on my vagina.
They swab me with something that smells like vinegar (my love of salt and vinegar chips is the first casualty of this experience) and take two biopsies. Not a lot of pain or discomfort, just nerves more than anything.
They explain that these swabs and biopsy will be sent for testing, give me a hospital issue pad and get me to make a follow up appointment in 4 weeks for my results.
I leave the hospital, pay SIX FUCKING DOLLARS for parking (second casualty of this experience is my patience for parking stations) and do whatever a self respecting adult will do. I call my mummy.
4 weeks passes, Mummy and me go to my follow up appointment. Mum brings some soothing pastille candies for me to suck on in the waiting room while I jiggle my leg like a maniac.
We are called in.
The doctor comes in and before her butt hits the chair she says
“You do not have cancer”
“SWEEEEEET, do you guys validate parking? I’ll see y'all on the flipside this has experience has suuuuucked.”
“But you do need to have surgery”
Dammit.
It is explained to me in the next 90 days I will have a Wire Loop Extraction Procedure (LLETZ) under general anaesthetic. It is explained to me (very well I might add, she was incredible) that this is a preventative surgery - these types of lesion need to GO and this is the best and safest thing to do for my future. Side effects are minimal - there is a small chance of issues if I choose to get pregnant, but I made the decision that it is safer to get rid of these now, rather than worry about a hypothetical pregnancy.
Mum and I leave the hospital after 45 minutes - the doctor has been very thorough, kind and reassuring, has answered every question I have, and has given me her number if i have any follow ups. WE PAY ANOTHER SIX DOLLARS FOR PARKING, and i get on with my life to wait for a letter for surgery.
The letter comes.
I spent the morning of my surgery fasting, and having long conversations with my cat about being very very scared and nervous and scared. He meows sympathetically but doesn’t really get it.
Mummy picks me up and drives me to the hospital. She waits with me while I get changed into a gown - sits on the end of my hospital bed and distracts me with family gossip.
Then they come for me. A very nice wardsman tokyo drifts me into the anaesthetic ward where 8 different people ask me what I am allergic to. They attach three different hospital bracelets to me, and wheel me into the operating room.
There are ten people in there, and they descend on me like vultures to a carcass, blood pressure cuffs, oxygen masks, heart rate monitors, and a man standing next to me telling me my arm will feel cold.
Then I wake up in the recovery ward. I deliriously shout thank you to every person I see (I work in the service industry) I am tokyo drifted back up to the surgical ward and given the BEST cheese sandwich of my life. I get dressed, a nurse helps me put a pad on and go to the bathroom and then mummy comes to pick me up.
She drops me at home and me and my cat hang out sulking for 2 days. I go back to work.
We’re one month past the surgery now - I have had a normal menstrual period and my god i passed wound gel and so much disgusting gunk I was prepared to shove a pressure washer up there to get rid of it (resisted this temptation)
We’re not done yet - I have a follow up appointment at the end of this month. But the hard part is over.
Three takeaways from this story
1. My mummy is the best
2. I am so lucky to live in a country where this whole experience cost me TWELVE DOLLARS, and i’m still pissed it cost me that much
3. Pap smears are SO important. If I didn’t catch this now, I could have had cancer, I could have died, i could have i could have i could have, but I didn’t - because i got a pap smear.
TL;DR - got a pap smear, got a bad result, had surgery, am recovering well and glad it happened in a way - because pap smears are so important!
this ones for the girls
the water warriors fighting for access to clean water for all
the teenagers imprisoned for fighting back against oppressive regimes
those fighting for access to education for all
for the future of the planet
for gender equality
for safety and protection from gun violence
for governmental representation and engagement for youths
for the rights of immigrants
for syria and the rights of refugees
for literacy and the representation of WOC in books
for trans and queer rights
for protection of girls against forced marriage and child slavery
i hope that one day we live in a world where children are allowed to just be children, where they dont have to fight tooth and nail for their rights and their futures, but i could not be prouder of this generation
(from top to bottom: Autumn Peltier, Amariyanna “Mari” Copeny, Ahed Tamimi, Malala, Greta Thunberg, Melati and Isabel Wijsen, Artemisa Xakriabá, Ridhima Pandey, Jamie Margolin, Rowan Blanchard, Jaclyn Corin and Emma Gonzalez, Shamma bint Suhail Faris Mazrui, Sophie Cruz, Bana al-Abed, Marley Dias, Jazz Jennings, Sonita Alizadeh, Payal Jangid)