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if you’re not ending your emails with “kill me! your slave and enemy,” then what are you doing with your life
first time I ever went to the animal shelter and picked out my own animal was surreal. we had so many animals growing up but we never picked out any of them. and sure that’s normal for cats. they just showed up and we adopted them. but it didn’t end there.
we had a ball python because my mom was on a walk with her friends, saw it on the ground (this was Ohio) said “woah! that’s not native!” and put it in her purse. we advertised but never found the owner so we kept the purse python.
we ended up with a corn snake during a hurricane because my mom went out to get one of the cats and the corn snake was so little it came blowing through the air like a branch and my mom reached out and grabbed it out of the air to save it.
actually the point of this post is lost because I typed this far and realized the universe was maybe just sending my mom snakes specifically.
Yiddish really went off with the specific ass words. Knickknack has absolutely nothing on tchotchke. Complain wishes she was kvetch. Schlep. Chutzpah. And so on. Impeccable vibes 10/10
I think the difference is that none of these words have the negative energy that their English equivalents do. A knickknack is a useless piece of clutter, a tchotchke is an adorable souvenir. If you complain you are annoying and rude, but if you kvetch you are, at worst, justifiably venting and at best commiserating over a shared pain that needs to be pointed out. Schlepping is sort of in the kvetch area, where it expresses pain in a way that doesn't imply that you did something ridiculously onerous the way that trek does, but also still acknowledges the annoyance and difficulty of the task. Chutzpah is hard to translate because it is somewhere between stubbornness, rudeness, and disrespect, but if none of those words had a negative connotation.
Honestly, I think a big part of this is cultural. These words come out of a culture where argument and complaint are encouraged and considered to be a regular and healthy part of social interaction. In English, which has historically been spoken in areas with a more inherently negative view of complaint and argument, the equivalent words have built in negative associations that don't exist for the Yiddish words.
^^^ Yes that's it. I think you hit the nail on the head
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Very good and interesting post, but I got so distracted by the line comparing Schlep to Trek because all I could think was
✨Star Schlep✨
Yeah that's what Spock was doing
I don't go to Star Trek, but from what I understand Spock is Jewish via his mom and Vulcans are meant to be very logical.
But just imagine his co-workers finding out his regular calls his mom to vent about work and they are confused and then he is like I'm Jewish hello we need to kvetch to know we are alive.
People don't like to admit it bcs cringe or w/e but Homestuck really did revolutionize the webcomic as a storytelling medium and I am endlessly frustrated that before webcomic artists could really stretch our legs fucking webtoonz swooped in, set a new, more restrictive standard, and then monetized and monopolized the ever living fuck out of the concept of The Webcomic until it drove away anyone who couldn't be a professional quality manga artist for free, and now the only webcomics that actually feel like spiritual successors to Homestuck are so obscure they're basically cult classics that you have to beg people to read.
Like it's just so wild to be in high school and see Homestuck be like "we're using like fifteen different artistic mediums to tell this story bcs we can" and be really fucking inspired by that, only to grow up and see basically every webcomic ever have to conform to One Single Standard or fucking perish.
Actually, I realized my real point here: we all need to make our art weirder. Please make weird art. I want more stuff like Prequel Adventure and 17776 and MyHouse.wad and I want it now. Capitalism thrives on conformity. We must be weird at all costs.
it's depressing to see people eulogizing webcomics in the notes because amazing and cool and weird webcomics still exist on the internet, you just have to Visit Web Sites and i don't have any sources to cite to back myself up here but i feel that younger folks experiencing The Internet through phones & tablets rather than PCs forces them to live on apps, like webtoon, so that's where they're going to go to read webcomics
as webcomic creators, we kind of have to go where the audience is. god i know a lot of comic folks right now with amazing comics on websites starting to mirror their comics to webtoon/tapas because audiences *expect* you to be there anyway. stop saying webcomics are dead. go to websites & look at them. thank u
But *where do I find them* you ask? I've got some neat answers for you. ->Comic Fury Is a great place to find webcomics(and host your comic there with a lot of custom options) ->Spider Forest is a collective of webcomics- which means members were accepted to be in a group that support each other! They've been around since 2003, how cool! -> Hiveworks comics are curated comics who were accepted into their collection as well. The hub links to many cool and unique webcomics -> Topwebcomics is a place to find comics to read and vote for your faves -> The Webcomic Library is a place dedicated to tagging webcomics, so you can browse and select a comic that suits your fancy with the organisation all done for ya! -> Comic Rocket is a good tool to use if you'd like to bookmark your readthrough and search for new comics to read as well (feel free to add to the list for more webcomic places too!) There are SO MANY incredible webcomics out there and I would LOVE for folks to explore the net and find them again. This is the best way to keep ideas unique, weird, and most of all, loved. So go check out some comics!
people forget that for a very long time libraries were private, membership cost money and women weren’t allowed. yes, in the U. S.
Having free access to libraries is RADICAL DEMOCRACY IN ACTION.
Made the mistake of jokingly asking my husband if he would still love me if I was a worm while grabbing a snack between meetings.
And he very contemplatively said, "Well, obviously. I'd try to give you the best worm-life possible. I'd get you a nice big terrarium with different kinds of nutrient-rich dirt or whatever substrate is best for worms. And I'd feed you tasty compost and...worms like damp, yeah? So I'd get you a humidifier, or maybe mist you a couple times a day. I don't know. I'd need to do more research. And I would. If you were a worm. But I'd rather you weren't a worm. I'd miss the human version of you a lot."
Great, fantastic. Going to take a brief sobbing break before getting back to work.
My husband tried to ask me this question. He failed to get his words in order and said 'Would you still me if lurm?' then laughed until he cried while I tried not to crash the car due to my own laughter.
Lurm is now a household meme.
(I read him your post and now he's giggling about lurms again)
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[ID: An article title from Pink News that reads “Ian McKellen calls asking for birth name ‘as irrelevant as asking for one’s birth weight’ and ‘as inappropriate as demanding details on past trauma’ /End ID]
Ian McKellen, an Intellectual: THEY WERE BORN A BABY, YOU FOOL
Unlearning How White People Ask Personal Questions
http://www.samefacts.com/2014/05/culture-and-civil-society/unlearning-how-white-people-ask-personal-questions/
Holy shit. I have ALWAYS thought the people around me were being unconscionably intrusive and power-playing in their starter conversations and they told me I was antisocial and oblivious to culture norms. Turns out, maybe I’m just from a different culture.
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by Keith Humphreys - May 5, 2014
When I met my fiance’s African-American stepfather, things did not start well. Stumbling for some way to start a conversation with a man whose life was unlike mine in almost every respect, I asked “So, what do you do for a living?”.
He looked down at his shoes and said quietly “Well, I’m unemployed”.
At the time I cringed inwardly and recognized that I had committed a terrible social gaffe which seemed to scream “Hey prospective in-law, since I am probably going to be a member of your family real soon, I thought I would let you know up front that I am a completely insensitive jackass”. But I felt even worse years later when I came to appreciate the racial dimension of how I had humiliated my stepfather-in-law to be.
For that painful but necessary bit of knowledge I owe a white friend who throughout her childhood attended Chicago schools in a majority Black district. She passed along a marvelous book that helped her make sense of her own inter-racial experiences. It was Kochman’s Black and White Styles in Conflict, and it had a lasting effect on me. One of the many things I learned from this anthropological treasure trove of a book is how race affects the personal questions we feel entitled to ask and the answers we receive in response.
My question to my stepfather was at the level of content a simple conversation starter (albeit a completely failed one). But at the level of process, it was an expression of power. Kochman’s book sensitized me to middle class whites’ tendency to ask personal questions without first considering whether they have a right to know the personal details of someone else’s life. When we ask someone what they do for a living for example, we are also asking for at least partial information on their income, their status in the class hierarchy and their perceived importance in the world. Unbidden, that question can be quite an invasion. The presumption that one is entitled to such information is rarely made explicit, but that doesn’t prevent it from forcing other people to make a painful choice: Disclose something they want to keep secret or flatly refuse to answer (which oddly enough usually makes them, rather than the questioner, look rude).
Kochman’s book taught me a new word, which describes an indirect conversational technique he studied in urban Black communities: “signifying”. He gives the example (as I recall it, 25 years on) of a marriage-minded black woman who is dating a man who pays for everything on their very nice dates. She wonders if he has a good job. But instead of grilling him with “So what do you do for a living?”, she signifies “Whatever oil well you own, I hope it keeps pumping!”.
Her signifying in this way is a sensitive, respectful method to raise the issue she wants to know about because unlike my entitled direct question it keeps the control under the person whose personal information is of interest. Her comment could be reasonably responded to by her date as a funny joke, a bit of flirtation, or a wish for good luck. But of course it also shows that if the man freely chooses to reveal something like “Things look good for me financially: I’m a certified public accountant at a big, stable firm”, he can do so and know she will be interested.
Since reading Kochman’s book, I have never again directly asked anyone what they do for a living. Instead my line is “So how do you spend your time?”. Some people (particularly middle class white people) choose to answer that question in the bog standard way by describing their job. But other people choose to tell me about the compelling novel they are reading, what they enjoy about being a parent, the medical treatment they are getting for their bad back, whatever. Any of those answers flow just as smoothly from the signification in a way they wouldn’t from a direct question about their vocation.
From the perspective of ameliorating all the racial pain in the world, this change in my behavior is a grain of sand in the Sahara. But I pass this experience along nonetheless, for two reasons. First, very generally, if any of us human beings can easily engage in small kindnesses, we should. Second, specific to race, if those of us who have more power can learn to refrain from using it to harm people in any way – major or minor — we should do that too.
This is really useful stuff – as someone who’s on disability and knows a ton of people in the same boat, “What do you do for a living?” can be such a loaded question. “How do you spend your time?” is a much more compassionate thing to ask, because you can just enthuse about what you’re writing or how great your cats are or whatever.
See this is the shit they should have been teaching me in therapist school.
No offense but where are the male porn bots
..and where are all the gods?
where’s the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?
Isn’t there a white guy to clutter up my feed?
Late at night I scroll and I block and I dream of what I need
I need a manwhore! 💥💥💥💥
Can someone PLEASE answer my question
I’m holding out for a manwhore ‘til the end of the night.
He’s gotta be ripped and he’s gotta be hung but he’s gotta be blocked out of spite!
HELLO?
That’s SO cool to see it explained
Something like this made its way into european music in flamenco via gitanos/romani people whose origin was ultimately in india
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