I was gonna make a whole post about how my uncle Kip was wrong but oh god I remembered I could just say “ok boomer” and it was the most SATISFYING thing I’ve done all day
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I was gonna make a whole post about how my uncle Kip was wrong but oh god I remembered I could just say “ok boomer” and it was the most SATISFYING thing I’ve done all day
Young people are dying from suicide at record rates, with the CDC noting a 56% increase among Gen Z between 2007 and 2017.
The suicide rate for people aged 10 to 24 increased by 56% between 2007 to 2017, according to new data from the CDC.
For children aged 10 to 14, the suicide rate tripled between 2007 to 2017 after years of decline.
Suicide had increased among millennials, but the data suggests Gen Z might be most at risk for mental illness.
Considering the number of death threats people give to each other because of fandom, shipping wars, and censorship, and the amount of cyber bullying that comes out of that, yes - that can play a large factor in suicide of people who are in fandoms.
Climate disasters are incoming/already happening, Cold War II is on the horizon, white nationalism is on the rise, advanced capitalism is collapsing in on itself, and the world is otherwise on fire but sure, it’s the fucking “shipping wars” that are driving the kids to suicide
I try to be nice, but someone’s gotta tell you to get a fucking grip. So. Get a fucking grip and move on from the 2007 livejournal comm mindset or whatever it is that’s got your brain rotting from the inside out.
SHIPPING WARS
Real talk, though - because of climate disasters, rise of fascism, an increasingly impossible disconnect between costs of living and job market… for many people, online communities and fandoms are the only safe havens left.
Being bullied and attacked there, in the one last place where you sought solace and human connection, that can be devastating.
I was bullied out of a fandom 12 years ago; in real life my family was falling apart, my grandmother dying, stress made me fail in my studies and meds didn’t help with my chronic clinical depression - the joy I found in creating art and fic for my fave characters, and in interacting with people in that fandom, was literally the one last straw I was clinging to.
Being attacked, threatened and driven out from my last safe place triggered a psychosomatic crash so severe I ended up near-dying in hospital. The mental fallout, a much worsened chronic illness, is something I live with to this day.
So maybe let’s not ridicule people for being vulnerable about a community that matters to them? Maybe we can acknowledge that when the world at large grows colder and more hostile we need more than ever to behave like decent fucking people in the online safe spaces we have left?
Just a concept.
18 Pictures That Prove Group Projects Are Pure Hell
This made me nearly bite a pencil in half in enraged memory.
@ THE REST OF MY ANCIENT HISTORY CLASS; Y’ALL ARE WELCOME FOR THAT FUCKIN A THE REST OF YOU DID NO GODDAMN WORK FOR
Oh man, so I know everyone hates group projects with ample good reason, but lemme just tell you something that happened to me in my final year of uni. My dad got real sick and was in and out of hospital numerous times, one time with a suspected heart attack. Which meant my mum ended up caring for my dad, and I wound up caring for my disabled brother, on top of working a part time job and going to university full time.
My grades slid dramatically. I was having to appeal nearly all my results with my professors, and was mercifully granted extensions by all but one of them. (Which, if you’re out there Ronald: stub your toe and step on lego for the rest of eternity.) And then our Revolutionary Cultures prof. assigned a group project, and paired us at random with our classmates. And I knew, I knew I was just going to be a dead weight so I went to my new buddy and told them we should go to the profs office and ask for her to be switched to someone else who wasn’t just going to drag them down. And my new best buddy for the rest of the semester looked at me, looked at our assigned project, and very gently started to cry as she told me “I was just about to say the same thing to you,” and then tearfully told me her mum was dying, and the only reason she hadn’t dropped out to take care of her was because her mum wanted to see her graduate. She’d been given six months and we graduated in five. Provided we finished this class. And we were both out of appeals and leniency time.
It’s probably one of my most vivid memories from the whole college experience, just sitting on the floor of the Renaissance Lit corridor hugging someone who until a moment ago had been a relative stranger known only in passing, and trying to tell them it would be okay, we’d get the paper done. And we did. We scraped a C- together between the two of us and we managed to coast over the passing mark for the class and were allowed to graduate with abysmal but passing marks.
And I still think about her all the time. Especially when I wind up in group projects for work, and it feels like no one else is shouldering any of the burden, I make a note to reach out and say “hey, you don’t seem to be engaging with this much, are you okay?”
And a lot of the time it shocks people. They’re not expecting earnest concern for their lack of interest, and you find out things like their kid is sick, their dog just died, they’ve got health issues going on, or sometimes they just don’t know where to begin with the project and didn’t want to tell you that because they were frightened of being judged or perceived as lazy when they’re just overwhelmed.
And I honestly wish things like this were taught in team building exercises, cause that’s what group projects in school are. They’re supposed to be teaching you how to work well with others and achieve a common goal, while at the same time totally skipping over the fundamentals of human interaction and how to engage socially with others, and it’s fucking bullshit.
I had something snarky to say, but that last comment is too important to distract from.
Should we really be surprised that young people are rejecting the economic status quo?
Imagine that you’re twenty years old. You were born in 1996. You were five years old on 9/11. For as long as you can remember, the United States has been at war.
When you are twelve, in 2008, the global economy collapses. After years of bluster and bravado from President George W. Bush — who encouragedconsumerism as a response to terror — it seems your country was weaker than you thought.
In America, the bottom falls out fast. The adults who take care of you struggle to take care of themselves. Perhaps your parent loses a job. Perhaps your family loses its home.
In 2009, politicians claim the recession is over, but your hardship is not. Wages are stagnant or falling. The costs of health care, child care, and tuition continue to rise exponentially. Full-time jobs turn into contract positions while benefits are slashed. Middle-class jobs are replaced with low-paying service work. The expectations of American life your parents had when you were born — that a “long boom” will bring about unparalleled prosperity — crumble away.
Baby boomers tell you there is a way out: a college education has always been the key to a good job. But that doesn’t seem to happen anymore. The college graduates you know are drowning in student debt, working for minimum wage, or toiling in unpaid internships. Prestigious jobs are increasinglyclustered in cities where rent has tripled or quadrupled in a decade’s time. You cannot afford to move, and you cannot afford to stay. Outside these cities, newly abandoned malls join long abandoned factories. You inhabit a landscape of ruin. There is nothing left for you.
Every now and then, people revolt. When you are fifteen, Occupy Wall Street captivates the nation’s attention, drawing attention to corporate greed and lost opportunity. Within a year, the movement fades, and its members do things like set up “boutique activist consultancies.” When you are seventeen, the Fight for 15 workers movement manages to make higher minimum wage a mainstream proposition, but the solutions politicians pose are incremental. No one seems to grasp the urgency of the crisis. Even President Barack Obama, a liberal Democrat — the type of politician who’s supposed to understand poverty — declares that the economy has recovered.
I know stuff like this has been a topic of conversation on my dash for years but this bit was a nice articulation:
Capitalism, in other words, holds less appeal in an era when the invisible hand feels like a death grip. Americans under 20 have had little to no adult experience in a pre-Great Recession economy. Things older generations took for granted — promotions, wages that grow over time, a 40-hour work week, unions, benefits, pensions, mutual loyalty between employers and employees — are increasingly rare.
As a consequence, these basic tenets of American work life, won by labor movements in the early half of the twentieth century, are now deemed “radical.” In this context, Bernie Sanders, whose policies echo those of New Deal Democrats, can be deemed a “socialist” leading a “revolution”. His platform seems revolutionary only because American work life has become so corrupt, and the pursuit of basic stability so insurmountable, that modest ambitions — a salary that covers your bills, the ability to own a home or go to college without enormous debt — are now fantasies or luxuries.
*heavy southern accent*: terfs aint got no friends
attended junji ito’s artist talk today and his literal advice to all artists/cartoonists can be summed up with “go to fucking sleep”
If this is true, then the cultural context of this is especially important. Death By Overwork is so much a thing in Japan - especially in the creative media industry, including video games, manga and film - they have their own word for it (Karōshi). Illnesses that could have been caught and treated earlier, if not for the expectation of constant overwork and the culture of shame over taking any time off for any reason, have claimed the lives of geniuses like Satoshi Kon and Satoru Iwata. And they will continue to take people’s lives, and rob the world of everything they could have gone on to create, as long as they’re not allowed time to take care of themselves. We will never see another Nintendo game with Iwata’s name on it. Satoshi Kon’s ‘Dreaming Machine’ will be unfinished forever, and will probably never see the light of day. Countless creators are working themselves into an early grave, and all it does is ensure their life’s work will be cut short. So listen to horror dad, fuck “crunch culture”, and take a fucking nap.
I know y'all tired of me,but Anericans do this shit, too. We just talk about it differently and make it an issue of one-hour earning instead of some moral inclination.
4. If the car pulls up to you run in the opposite direction.
5. Walk with your keys in your hands and keep a key between each finger
6. If they put you in the trunk kick out the headlights
7. If you get lost find a woman with a child. Never ask a man for help (this one was drilled)
That scream fire piece of advice is literally life saving
8. Watch your shadows and reflections, especially if someone is walking behind you. A split second notice is better than none and will help you.
Yes this last one really saves lives y'all I do it all the time
girls have to learn to view the world like international intelligence agents just to be safe walking down the street. smh.
guys pls pls pls reblog and girls pls pls pls be safe out there. terrifying and so sad that we have to worry about this on a daily basis
why don't people in zombie apocalypse stories ever just wear suits of armor? you think any zombie is gonna get their shitty rotting jaws through this?
I'm gonna rip and tear my way through the zombie apocalypse completely unharmed because none of the undead hoards will be able to get through my plate mail
everyone else is like "oh we gotta stay inside the most secure places possible and never leave" and I'll be storming through the wastelands in my bloodstained suit of armor, blasting the Doom (2016) OST and plowing my way through waves of the undead. one of them tries to bite me but his shitty rotting teeth don't even leave a dent in my armor before I turn his head into paste. I'll be unstoppable until I die of dehydration or something like an idiot
this goes along with my other pet peeve about zombie apocalypse stories, namely: why does no one ever think to ride a bike?
bikes are quiet- if the zombies react to loud noises, they won’t hear you on a bike the way they might hear you in a car. bikes don’t need gas, meaning you won’t be stranded if you run out. bikes are much, much easier to maintain than a car- there’s no computer that can short out, no fiddly engine bits that could kill you if you mess with them wrong. you can learn how to maintain a bike with a couple weeks’ worth of classes. almost every adult knows how to ride a bike, and without cars on the road, it’d be much safer to do.
what i’m saying is
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THIS OKAY
You want to get kids out of foster care and into good, loving homes? I’ve got a simple solution to your problem.
Did you know LGBT couples are more likely to adopt older, children of color and disable children than straight couples? LGBT couples tend to adopt ‘undesired’ children more (basically kids no one else wants.)
This is so important because I remember being in the system and being so scared that I would never be adopted or loved or whatever and seriously just fucking let them, take the fear out of finding a family
Exactly. I reblog this every time I see it. EVERY time.
Can we also normalize adoption more? I know not everyone can afford it/do it, but if you can, please don’t be afraid to make this your first option, not the “back-up“.
They do now
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Tax the rich. We don't need more advantages for billionaires and mega-donors. #BernieSanders
I just saw these news that this brazilian 15 years old boy made a fake profile pretending to be a 14 years old girl
And with this profile, he baited a creepy old dude
And so they agree to meet at a nearby park during the night.
And the old dude goes there, expecting to find some naive girl to be preyed upon
only to find the 15 years old boy
dressed as SPIDER-MAN
AND DRESSED AS SPIDER-MAN
THE BOY KICKED THE DUDE’S ASS. LIKE. LEGIT KICK HIS ASS
HE HAD BRASS KNUCKLES
Of course, the creep wasn’t happy with it, and called the police on the spiderman kid. And when the police found the kid, you know what he did?
He said “that guys a pedo lol” and gave them a drive with all the evidence he collected thru the profile
Thank you, Spider-man. Thank you for your service.
YOU GO FELLOW BRAZILIAN SPIDERMAN
“Teenager dressed as spiderman beats up a suspect of pedophilia in Joaçaba”
“With great powers come great responsibilities”
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North and South America’s latitude with Europe and Africa.
y’all: finally the EVIL summer is over!!!!!!!! getting ready for my one true bae fall!!!!!! pumpkin spice and aesthetic here i COME!!!!!!
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I need to buy a glass table just so I can see my cat like this