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Every glasses-related poll honestly needs to be separated into diopter ranges like wrestling weight classes bc every timeeeeee these +1.25 bitches are in the notes like "OMG why would you wear glasses in the shower!! why would you wear glasses having sex!!" because without them i am functionally blind. you may as well turn the lights off at that point bc i am feeling my way to the pussy like Velma. those are my eyes, bitch

lowpawly

this is my impression of what it would look like if the toddlers at my job could make traumacore edits about me

lowpawly

alright by popular demand here is more toddler traumacore

girlmostlikely

vintage-tigre

Shelley Duvall & Sissy Spacek photographed on the set of 3 Women, 1977

existennialmemes

I don't think it's unreasonable for our public officials to be expected to prove they're alive and not in a coma to be able to retain their office.

If someone were, as a random example, say hospitalized for over two weeks with no explanation, I think that should automatically trigger a special election to replace them.

If you're still able to do your job, then prove it. And if you're not, then you're actively obstructing democracy by not stepping down.

Which is to say, that if a public official were to pass away or into a coma, and their handers choose to obfuscate that fact, this should be seen as intentionally obstructing democracy.

And there should be, you know, consequences for the people who would do such a thing.

#asked if i could have a chair behind the counter at one of my jobs because i was dealing with bad dizzy spells #was told if i brought in a doctors note they could fire me because it meant i wasn’t able to perform my job (barista btw)#but pubic officials are allowed to maybe be dead or in a coma and that’s coooool #cool cool #PUBLIC

temporalreplicsimile

🌈rice🌈

deadpowol

naamahdarling

I love the implication that, as Larry is an "unpaid trainee", the dog is paid.

rurouni-kou

@naamahdarling It's AI generated, there's an AI watermark found on it.:

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naamahdarling

I LIVED IN A BETTER REALITY ONE MINUTE AGO

#:(

nugget-gender

Press A to Awawa

helloitsbees

i found my switch

vsingers

new favorite tweet

moonybear

op i hope you know about the guy on r/kitchenconfidential

doyoulovethewayzeylily

I don't condone hitting kids except that one time my brother walked into the kitchen as my mom was pulling cookies out of the oven and said, "are my cookies done yet, bitch?"

she stood up and, with absolutely zero hesitation, wrapped that cheap thin cookie sheet around the back of his head. fully put a >90 degree bend in it, it must have been the loudest thing he's ever heard. he just stood there bug-eyed for a minute like he wasn't sure if he was still alive

doyoulovethewayzeylily

I should probably specify that this is basically painless, I let him hit me with it after so I could see what it was like. catastrophically loud

prettycolors

#where are they

inthefallofasparrow

#they wouldn’t say Virgin either #‘V!RG!N Sewer Slide’ would be more accurate

warcrimesimulator

the-bi-wonder

When I was diagnosed at age sixteen, after having one period in the eighth grade and then never again till a medically induced one my junior year of high school - my uterine lining measured in centimeters because it was so thick, my mother turned to me in the car. She was upset. Literal tears in her eyes. And she told me her friend had PCOS, but was still able to have kids. That this was still a possibility for me if I did injections and fertility treatments, etc. My mom had never asked me if I wanted kids, she just assumed.

My first conversation about PCOS with my new endocrine/OBGYN was about weight management and how that could improve my fertility when I eventually wanted kids. It wasn't asked what my goals were for my health or if I wanted kids, just assumed.

I was a hormonal, depressed mess. I hated my body. My body dysmorphia was so bad that I cloistered myself away from so much. I wore hoodies and jeans in the 90°F, 80% humidity summers. This was considered fine. I was given metformin and birth control pills and told this was all that could be done. That PCOS wouldn't affect my life until I wanted to be pregnant. I wasn't asked if I wanted to be pregnant, just assumed.

I don't know how many PCOS groups I joined on my early 20s hoping to find community and commonality for body dysmorphia and symptom management, only to be bombarded with fertility treatments and tips and 'inspirational conception' anecdotes. They never asked if I was attempting to conceive, just assumed.

It's a problem. It's been a problem. And thank god I learned to speak up and find medical professionals that would help me with *MY* goals. I shouldn't have had to, someone should have recognized the needs of that sixteen y.o. and protected her, but I can only hope the conversation changes as awareness increases.

homunculus-argument

A three-circle venn-diagram where the circles are "sex workers", "the furry community", and "people working in morgues". I don't know what the overlap parts are.