Jen.

IN. Pan. Leo.

[jaded-mandarin]

Karel van Mander. Detail from The Artist with his Family, 1670.

[flimflops]

Me actively dysfunctional every second of my miserable little life:

Therapist: Is there anything you struggle to deal with?

Me:

[hasufin]

To all restaurants: you need an online presence OTHER THAN Facebook. Like, something people can access without any account or login at all.

Also, that online presence should just show your menu. Not a PDF download, simply your menu, directly, no need to start an online ordering process.

I remain amazed how many ways, in 2022, places can fuck this up.

[nerdsandthelike]

and the menu should include prices!!!

[bixbythemartian]

and the menu should include the fucking prices!

[sandersstudies]

My husband’s job primarily employs adult men but there is one (1) teenage girl and my husband said originally he worried she might be a bit of an outcast but instead every man on the crew was like “huh guess I am a dad/older brother now.”

[sandersstudies]

She was in a car crash on the way to work one morning and called my husband to let him know she’d be late and he was like wtf guess I’m gonna be late too because I’m coming to pick you up and then he told his team and they were like I think you mean WE are coming.

[hoonkus-deactivated20230701]

Imagine you are a teenage girl probably rushing to get to work and you crash your probably new car and feel absolutely miserable and now you’ll be late to work but then suddenly in the distance a car full of all the adult men you work with just pulls up and is like “we came all the way here to pick you up” the mental image right now is fr.

[sandersstudies]

Apparently she tried to call her dad but it was 3am and he was obviously sleeping so she called my husband and he not only came to find her but fished her glasses out of the hood of the car (she’d dropped them while looking inside), drove her to the hospital, and told her to take the day off. She insisted on coming back to work so he used his lunch break to watch TV with her to make sure she didn’t doze off (concussion risk).

You’ve heard of the Mom friend but my husband is very much the Dad friend. He said when he answered the phone she said “hey please don’t be mad” and he’s never felt such powerful Fatherhood energy in his life.

[deliciouspaintthinner]

Girl: *calls for aid*

Every single dad packed into the car:

[sandersstudies]

This is possibly my favorite response to this post

[i-like-to-think-that-im-cool]

This girls father: Thanks for helping my daughter out guys

Your husband and all his coworkers:

[yandere-angela]

its so weird that people will call anything a community these days. "adhd community" what community. have i been missing out on a membership or something. who is organizing this

[yandere-angela]

^

[leolove4ever]

[fazers]

[sounddesignerjeans-deactivated2]

I'm handwash only do NOT put me in that fucking mashine

[sleepy-crows]

*reads the advice after I already put you in the machine* Oops

[sounddesignerjeans-deactivated2]

i. am so small.

[effable-as-f]

Tumblr's algorithm working for once

[modern-austen]

GUYS I JUST SAW THIS ON TWITTER AND I AM DYING

[rockboci]

Add the author’s reply, cowards!

[thewhiskeykitteh]

I scrolled through the notes on this post and my favorite has to be one mockingly accusing Madeline Miller (a Latin and Greek teacher with a Masters in Classics) of needing to do research and she wasn’t a real writer like them.

Anyway when I read that line I immediately understood what she was trying to say.

[rises-vagrant]

Articles mentioned (I think, anyway…)

https://pharos.vassarspaces.net/2018/05/11/scholars-respond-to-racist-backlash-against-black-achilles-part-1-ancient-greek-attitudes-toward-africans/

https://aeon.co/essays/can-we-hope-to-understand-how-the-greeks-saw-their-world

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/true-colors-17888/

True Colors

Archaeologist Vinzenz Brinkmann insists his eye-popping reproductions of ancient Greek sculptures are right on target

Can we hope to understand how the Greeks saw their world? | Aeon Essays

The Greek colour experience was made of movement and shimmer. Can we ever glimpse what they saw when gazing out to sea?

In February of 2018, the BBC broadcast an eight-part miniseries, Troy: Fall of a City, that told the story of the Trojan War. Netflix later

[augustdementhe]

Honestly, the first time I saw this tweet, I laughed my tits straight into the ocean.

I know what ‘olive skinned’ (and thus variations on it) means, but the author taking the time to have a little laugh, acknowledge that it’s at least a bit funny, and drop some knowledge is appreciated.

And a double thanks to the person I reblogged from for linking the articles.

[cithaerons]

i couldn’t fix him but i could rail him

[cityrun]

i like to run and jump in my own home just for the hell of it. i will sprint from the kitchen to my bedroom for no reason whatsoever. is it necessary? no. will i do it anyway? absolutely

[ace-bestos]

op is a cat

[cityrun]

mind your business

[mr-deep-downer]

dark science beyond belief

[captain-cargoshorts]

[cuntwarehouse]

i fucking love kermits nephew. like look at him

peak character design. he’s just a little baby

[knowlesian]

“why do i believe this” and “who benefits from me believing it” are the first steps to decolonization and we should all be doing this more

[knowlesian]

since this is on my dash again another two steps, a little harder this time

“who do i hurt when i do this?” and “could i look them in the eye, validate and acknowledge that hurt, and then keep doing it anyway?”

[knowlesian]

feels like a good day for another two.

“whose voice is missing from this story” and then “how do i seek out those voices/how does a story i think i know change when i add new perspectives”

[bruneburg]

beastly reminder

[bruneburg]

Almost. Years ago my computer suddenly stopped working and lost everything on it. Fortunately a relatively recent backup still existed bc of my family, a recent parts switch, and dumb luck. But last year a friend of mine got hacked and lost close to everything he had done creatively in the last 17-ish years. Art. Novels in progress. Entire conlangs. DnD character Sheets. Music he had made. All gone. He never backed any of it up. Few months later I started this habit (or ritual, almost) of drawing a reminder beast any time I would make a full complete backup. In hopes that seeing these things might remind others and myself. (Another factor here is that I am an animator and some of the stuff on my computer took literal years to make. And the film university I go to urges us to take this stuff seriously, too.)

[cannabiscomrade]

With that story of the person buying a pregnancy test being sent formula samples in the mail getting traction recently, it needs to be pointed out that this is not new.

With my most recent pregnancy in 2020, I started receiving formula samples in the mail from Similac and Enfamil in my first trimester. My email was quickly passed between pregnancy and baby specific companies and my inbox became flooded with emails advertising countless products and services.

I was harassed by 2 cord blood storage companies after briefly browsing one of their websites. After my baby was diagnosed as terminal, I had a phone conversation with a rep who tried to convince me multiple times to store her cord blood for my future babies.

After Sam was born/died, within a week of my delivery I received a congratulations letter and offer from Gerber Life Insurance in the mail, also without my consent. I continued receiving formula coupons despite reporting her death to the companies multiple times, and even now I receive toddler formula coupons from time to time.

Amazon has tracked my purchases to the point that they know I (should) have a 19 month old and will advertise me toddler and baby things for girls, despite never having linked an AGAB to my Amazon account.

This level of capitalistic surveillance of pregnancy in the US specifically is not new and with the repeal of Roe v. Wade it should terrify you.

[randombubblegum]

tiktok is a biblical plague btw

[galaxianbitch]

[closet-keys]

When I was a kid I was genuinely horrified by the idea of growing up and I think a large part of it was the insistence by adults in my life that puberty would turn me into someone completely different. They were like “sure you don’t like make up and boys now but you’ll feel differently after puberty” or like “sure you think you wouldn’t want kids now but you’ll see once you’re older”

it’s like damn, stop invalidating kids’ personalities and listen to them and maybe you won’t be so shocked when they don’t transform into a new person later

[traegorn]

My wife and I don’t ever plan on having kids, but my Dad always had one piece of parenting advice I’ll never forget.

He said “Pay attention to who your children are when they’re little. If you do that, you’ll never be surprised at who they become. The only people who think kids suddenly become other people when they hit adolescence are the ones who never listened to what their kids were telling them the whole time.”

[breelandwalker]

THIS. ALL OF THIS.

My entire childhood and all through my teens, I was very open about my interests and my ideas about what I wanted to do with my life. I was never interested in playing with baby dolls. My Barbies and stuffed animals were explorers of dark forests and scary old houses. I was never happier than when we made a trip to the public library and I could come home with a stack of books to plow through, most of them about ghosts and monsters and magic. I liked spooky stuff and I wanted to read books and write stories. That was my whole deal and it continued right up through my teens more or less unchanged, despite admonishments that this was Just A Phase and that I would Grow Out Of It and Develop Adult Interests.

And somehow my parents were shocked when Adult Me just came out and said, “I don’t want children and I don’t want to go to boring dinner parties. I want to hang out with other geeks who like spooky stuff. I want to be a writer. And also a witch.” I’d been telling them for years. They just weren’t paying attention.