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Baseball posting when your team is doing good: Yay we’re so good we’re going to make it to the playoffs!!!! and maybe even win the World Series 👀👀👀?
Baseball posting when your team is doing bad: I suppose it was my fault for believing that the world was a kind place where hope prevailed over despair
fr sports have taught me that parasocial relationships don’t have to be positive so lemme tell you about my personal enemies
maybe y'all didn't notice but fat people who don't hate ourselves sure did notice that people were obsessed with shitting on fat people in the late 90s and early 2000s (conservative political time) and now are again (fascist political time), coincidentally while the market for weight loss has become a 90 billion dollar industry due to glp1s.
you are not immune to propaganda. it makes some people a whole hell of a lot of money for you to hate fat people and fear becoming (or staying, I think like 70% or something of the US is fat) one of us.
a lot of the fearmongering over fatness comes from studies directly funded by the weight loss industry...i think people don't really realize or think about the fact that research can absolutely be influenced and skewed by its funding. there is also research that shows that an amount of the negative health outcomes for fat people come from anti-fat bias. if you go to the doctor with concerns and the doctor simply tells you to lose weight, your problem is neglected and you may not even bother going to the doctor with the next problem.
every fat person you know for the most part probably has a story like this, of medical neglect. many of the stories i've heard personally are when the complaint or the doctor wasn't related at all, like being told to lose weight at the ear nose and throat doctor or at the dentist. it's straight up just bias. it's such a thing that in the show Shrill it's portrayed, when Aidy Bryant goes to the gynecologist and her doctor suggests she get gastric bypass.
the studies on health and fatness are simply not that black and white and there is basically no research that shows that more than an incredibly tiny minority of people can lose weight and keep it off for more than like 2 years. bodies have set points that they gravitate towards, it's not a personal failure. this also is how the weight loss industry succeeds so well - repeat customers.
some of the harm associated with fatness is also due to weight cycling, which is very hard on your body and is even worse if you get off a GLP1, which according to a recent study causes weight to be regained at a rate that is 4x faster than without taking a GLP1.
you don't have to hate yourself. you don't have to hate other people for their body type either. it makes me so sad to see the thinspo tag going around again in 2026 a lot like it was back in the day.
some resources to learn more here:
https://www.reuters.com/article/business/healthcare-pharmaceuticals/feeling-fat-may-be-worse-for-you-than-being-fat-idUSTON079061/
A study spanning almost four decades and involving more than 100,000 adults in Denmark found that those with an 'overweight' body mass index
there's so much crazy shit once you go down the rabbit hole. for example, BMI was not invented by anyone with a medical background. it was never meant to measure individual health.
The U.S. weight loss industry reached an unprecedented high in 2023, estimated at $90 billion, largely driven by surging sales of the widely
Evidence is mounting that our body fat supports everything from our bone health to our mood, and now, research suggests it also regulates bl
just gonna reblog this forever because i love fat people and we deserve fuckin basic human dignity and respect regardless of our weight
dead wife who was MEAN and slept without a TOP SHEET and only went to the beach when it was OVERCAST to SCOWL at the waves
how it feels being the tortured pervert
tortured pervert tuesday
on the topic. can we talk about how megan's music videos have cornered the market on the genre of like, absurdist erotic horror.
Thot Shit is the most obvious, its essentially a short film in which a powerful white man politician who enacts misogyny to women like megan while getting off to their bodies, is forced to go about his life unable to escape black women shaking ass in a hostile manner, and the video ends with a shot of the man having had his mouth surgically turned into a realistic sfx vulva. similarly, BOA is a short film clearly parodying creepypasta about haunted video games; three teens play a clearly haunted copy of "Curse of the Serpent Woman," and meg kills each of them, including killing a guy by literally crushing his face with her ass.
in Mamushi (probably the least absurdist), she's a shape-shifting serpent woman who seduces men at a sauna, kills them, and then her partner turns them into an undead army (in a scene inspired by a story from Akira Kurosawa's film Dreams). Roc Steady is a direct reference to Jennifer's Body, and it shows Meg being a quirky cheerleader who graphically kills and dismembers men. most recently Whenever is a music video that is literally set in a Salvador Dali painting (The Persistence of Memory), & while its less horror it is very absurdist in a specifically erotic way, with megan and her eroticism being associated with the strange, shifting room the music video takes place in, and is contrasted with a older woman who watches everything in quiet confusion. and that is accompanied by the repetition of "it's whatever, bitch," brushing off the need to make sense to other people.
commonality in all of these is how she blends horror, absurdity, and eroticism. her being sexy in these videos is not incidental to the horror or absurdism, and the horror isn't softened by her being sexy. the final shot of Thot Shit is genuinely unsettling; its a man with a vulva for a mouth, done with very realistic sfx makeup, clearly in horror himself. in BOA the deaths are depicted in a cartoony but still visceral way - the guy's face literally crushed by megan's ass, the girl's head blown up by being constricted by a snake. in Mamushi, megan swims through the water of the sauna, using her arched back to imitate a snake's movement in water. but when she turns into a giant snake, its just a Fucking Giant Snake. its huge and scary and a snake and it kills the guy who was admiring megan's beautiful human body. and then her victims are depicted as helpless bodies dragged away and repurposed, made into an undead thing for megan to order around.
erotic art isn't taken seriously as art. and incidentally, neither is/was horror and comedy for the most part. because all of these genres seek to create and explore certain felt experiences (desire, dread, humor) and historically art that "appeals to the base senses" is associated with the lower classes and "low culture" while art that "appeals to the mind" is associated with "high culture" (& there's plenty more to be said about all of that). megan's art specifically as a Black woman whose art is very Black and very erotic is often seen as shallow and "base." when people can't deny her obvious lyrical and performance skill, they try to separate her ability to write hard as fuck bars and deliver incredible flows from her identity as a freak bitch. so i find it really interesting how her music videos explore eroticism through horror and horror through eroticism and unites those two forces through absurdity, playing in the face of those who don't take her art seriously by actively making it a mindfuck that serves her own artistic purposes.
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Elena Wuest (Kazakhstani/German b.1977) , Dissolving into Pink, 2026, Oil on canvas
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keeping houseless people in thoughts during heat wave
Extra-hot day requires extra water. Which you're basically gonna have to pay for. You'll bleed money. And you're gonna have to carry that water with you. Extra weight. Pressing into your shoulder. The heavier pack against your back is gonna contribute to more overheating. Your shirt soaked with sweat along the spine. (How are you gonna keep your clothes clean?)
Do you have medications which will be destroyed if exposed to excessive heat, like insulin? How are you gonna carry them and keep them cool? Do you have to carry your entire day's worth of belongings with you at all times, or do you have a friend's house or something where you can stash them? How much extra time are you gonna have to waste traveling back and forth? An extra hour this way, an extra hour that way. Gotta factor in the time. What if it's chilly overnight? Do you have to carry your jacket with you? What's for lunch? Can you bring food, or will the heat ruin it?
All sticky and sweaty from the sun, just wanna peel your clothes off and cool down in the shower? Designated times when showers are available at many shelters are periods of maybe sixty minutes, maybe twice a day if you're lucky, 5:30-6:30 AM and 9:00-10:00 PM or whatever. No other accessible times. Can't make it because you're at work? Too bad. Get off work later than that, and just wanna quickly bathe? Too bad.
Do you work full-time, clock out exhausted, and wanna take a nap in the afternoon? Find a park with shade, I guess, because you're only allowed inside the shelter between 10:00 PM and 5:30 AM. Did you get off work a little late? Too bad, you missed the strict curfew of 10:00 PM and now you're not allowed in the shelter. Can't hang out on the bus, can't linger too long at the coffee shop, can't doze off at the library. Many cities went out of their way to explicitly criminalize falling asleep--or merely sitting in one place for too long--in a park, too. Are you sick? Can't take a nap. Are you disabled? Can't take a nap. You're forced to be awake, all day. You're forced to be upright, or moving. No loitering. No sleeping. No taking your shoes off. All day. Every day.
Do you need even a quick momentary escape from the heat? Well, you'd better have money. Even if you do, you'll have to doctor your appearance, go stealth-mode, don't attract the attention of petty middle managers. The coffee shop now locks their bathroom. It's for paying customers. Maybe you bought some tea. Well, don't overstay your welcome (the boss saw your backpack and perceived that you're homeless, which means you're essentially an intruder now, so you better get out and move on soon). The university campus added card-swipe readers to all the doors, so now you can't visit the library or cafeterias. Oh shit, you spent money on the tea, so now you can't afford lunch.
You don't have a pantry, you don't have a refrigerator. No pasta, no rice, no meal-prep, no stovetop, no oven, no leftovers. So you pretty much have to eat out all the time. You'll bleed more money.
And during a heatwave, during summer in general in some climates, each day brings the same challenges and anxieties again.
Where are you sleeping? Outside? What are the cops gonna do to you? What about the sneering homeowners, skeptical of your presence in their neighborhood? Staying at a shelter? Every morning, you enter a lottery, hoping your name will be randomly selected, giving you one of the available spaces to sleep indoors at the shelter. Maybe 300 people competing for 75 available spaces. And these aren't even necessarily 75 beds, might simply mean 75 available spaces to sleep on the concrete floor. So all day long, you commute, you hide from the sunlight, you go to work. And you wonder. You worry. You don't know if you'll even get to sleep on the floor later tonight, if they don't draw your name. Should you make alternative back-up plans, identify an outdoor space to sleep in? You line up single-file at the shelter door. Required. Can't be late. Is it still hot outside? Do you need to pee? Better hold steady. (In seasons other than summer: Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is there frigid wind? You've gotta stand in line for thirty minutes.) You find your designated inch-thick cheap plastic mat on the floor. No phone charger, no power outlet. Better not lose track of your phone, your bag, your cards/cash. Leave it unattended for a minute, and not only might it get snatched, but the shelter staff themselves will toss unattended items in the trash. Stepped to the bathroom for a couple minutes? You left your water bottle next to your floor-mat, now it's gone. In the same room with you, maybe 50 people, maybe more. Some crying, some conversing, some feuding, some coughing. All night. Next morning, 5:30, the lights are on, you've got ten minutes to get up and get back outside. Oh shit, did you take off your glasses? Anything you accidentally leave behind, you'll never see it again.
And so after all of that anxiety, did you get good rest? Hope so, because it's time to get back out in the heat and do it again, and repeat the same uncertainty, precarity, dread. Will they draw your name today? Where can you get water? Get moving, you've gotta clock in at your job. Do you work in retail, in customer service? Don't forget to smile. Oh shit, is it a Sunday? Is it a bank holiday? The city's buses might not be running. So you're walking. With your pack, and your extra water, and your aching shoulder. It's ninety degrees Fahrenheit and you're in direct sunlight.
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A member of the AA (Anti-Aircraft) brigade of Liberians United for Reconciliation and Democracy (LURD) exchanges a brief tender word with his girlfriend during heavy fighting in the capital Monrovia, Liberia, June 25, 2003.
(Photo credit: Tim Hetherington)
