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if i look back, i am lost
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Watch: Samantha Bee takes on untested rape kits and the cops and politicians who want to destroy them.
Imagine by Baufritz UK | LVSH
I keep thinking how much more powerful the Spiderman origin story would be if Peter Parker was an African American kid, whose Uncle Ben was shot by police while being arrested for a minor parking infraction. There is no formal investigation, and Peter decides to put himself on the line to prevent it happening again. He tackles the white crimes that go unpunished, punishes POC criminals fairly. He is the leveler, always fighting to be without bias, to be just. To protect people like his uncle.Â
This not only mirrors so much of whatâs happening in America, but feeds right into the complex relationship between Spiderman, the authorities and the media.Â
Peter Parker is a brilliant student, awkward, a nerd, but is branded a thug, a gang member, a criminal, because of his appearance. The media latch on to that and misrepresent him totally.
The police, humilitated by the fact that he refuses to work with them and often punishes cops themselves for brutalizing innocent people, or guilty people who still deserve better treatment than they get, attempt to hunt him down.
I am here for this story
If you date me, youâre dating my loud laugh. Youâre dating my constant nervousness. Youâre dating my happiness for little things like flowers or drawings of dogs. My 2 AM sadness. My once a month period pains. My overwhelming thoughts that make me panic. If you date me, youâre dating everything about me. And if you canât deal with everything about me, donât even bother.
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fucking right , love this
my sister-in-law, who has no kids and does not spend time around children ever, decided she wanted to take my kids on an âoutingâ yesterday. (she sees them like 4 times a year usually). she took them to some weird historical u.s. military fort museum thing, itâs like a big compound with like 15 buildings enclosed by a fence. anyway my 5-yr-old saw one of those red metal fire alarm boxes on the wall and asked his aunt âwhat does that say?â
now the correct answer to this question, in my opinion, would be âthat is a fire alarm. we only touch fire alarms if there is a fire. if there is a fire, you would pull the handle and it would make a very loud noise so that other people know to get out of the building.â
according to several reliable sources, my sister-in-lawâs answer to the question was, âit says âpull.ââ
so anyway thatâs how they managed to evacuate all 15 buildings at the museum and why this is probably their last âoutingâ for a while.