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Go and love someone exactly as they are. And then watch how quickly they transform into the greatest, truest version of themselves. When one feels seen and appreciated in their own essence, one is instantly empowered.
Wes Angelozzi (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
purritos!
“If you are in this to see change in your lifetime, get out now.” Love this story.
This is powerful but I would add, please don’t get out now. Now we need you. We’ll keep needing you. Small change and big change are possible to see in your lifetime but that’s not the only reason to protest/resist/act/advocate. Please seek and demand positive change because it matters now and it matters later.
Dear White People, Don’t make people of color carry the burden of fighting racism. It’s on us, too. Love, A White Guy
“My honest reaction … Does anybody know the last time he’s been to a football game?” Reid said, via a video from Jennifer Lee Chan of Niners Nation. “With that being said, he tweeted out a three-year old photo of him at a Colts game so with the information I have the last time he was at a Colts game was three years ago. So this looks like a PR stunt to me. He knew our team has had the most players protest. He knew that we were probably going to do it again. This is what systemic oppression looks like. A man with power comes to the game, tweets a couple of things out and leaves the game with an attempt to thwart our efforts. Based on the information I have, that’s the assumption I’ve made.”
49ers safety Eric Reid, on Mike Pence’s pathetic (and taxpayer funded) PR stunt today. (via wilwheaton)
A quick reminder:
The war fought under the banners of the United States and the Confederate states cost at least 600,000 soldiers their lives. It also destroyed millions of bodies, millions of animals, billions in productive land, and left a scar the nation has yet to even come close to healing.
Kneeling during the National Anthem in protest of police treatment of African Americans (and other issues) has so far cost precisely 0 people their lives, has destroyed nothing, and has created only the scars that anti-kneelers choose to inflict upon themselves.
But yep: progressives are snowflakes. Yep. Nothing to see here.
So, let me get this straight ...
Colin Kaepernick is a “son of a bitch” for making a peaceful political statement.
Steph Curry is ungrateful, perhaps we might even say “uppity,” for not embracing Trump in the White House.
Puerto Rico, a US territory with 3.4 million US citizens without electricity is … irrelevant.
#PresidentialPriorities
you can do this!
I am quirky, blunt, and broken. My days are sometimes too dark, and my nights are sometimes too long. I often trip over my own insecurities. I require attention, long for passion, and wish to be desired … I love hard and with all that I have … and even with my faults, I am worth loving.
Danu Gibson (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
i needed the full songs worth of this not 15 seconds
Have an unproblematic cute. Definitely turn the song on.
Because everyday needs to begin with a smile
And again this shows up at the top of my activity feed 🔥
the thrashy thrashy by the fridge gets cuter each time
It’s unlikely that you haven’t experienced this, but if you are one of the few who are about to TURN ON THE SOUND FOR THIS VIDEO for the very first time, you are about to be so happy.
Milosav Druckmüller is, hands down, the greatest eclipse photographer in the world. Fact.
i literally just teared up this is so amazing and gorgeous and surreal wow
consider my breath caught.
A brief note to the neo-Nazis rallying in Charlottesville, VA:
FYI, the Nazis were the bad guys in WWII. They were the bad guys in untold numbers of movies, etc., including one many of you probably like: Raiders of the Lost Ark. You know, the one with Indiana Jones, and the whip.
Something about running a nearly-successful genocide and being responsible for the mass slaughter of tens of millions of people pretty well cements it: Nazis are the bad guys.
You can try to Leni Riefenstahl the main plaza at the University of Virginia all you like, but the Nazis were the bad guys.
So are you.
Trying to find something to motivate myself and I found this little line from Van Gogh
Watch: The most wonderful moment of joy came when he entered a Nazi guard bungalow.
We are the last generation who can hear from these survivors directly. Do not take that lightly. Do not waste that opportunity. Do not forget your freedom isn’t infinitely guarenteed. And do not, do not, let it happen again.
I’m trying to figure some stuff out, and it seems writing usually helps. I fully realize this is searchable so I’m going to leave out some possibly telling details. But does it matter in the end? I’m not sure. Last week, I was told I was responsible for a toxic environment by someone who I thought as a friend and have respect for. I was trying to tell her how I felt about a certain situation, and I said, “Please I need you to listen to me.” I told her that I knew my faults and she proceeded to question me, “Do you really?” She told me that I had created a toxic environment driving people away. She listed every fault she perceived. She told me I was condescending, undermining, and stepping out of bounds of my position, directing people to do certain things where I had no authority. Basically telling people what to do including herself. She never let me speak about my perspective or my feelings. She made it clear that I was responsible for driving customers and a colleague away. Her words made it seem as though I was the monster in the story. She tried to pair it with compliments: that I was reliable, flexible, and always there when she needed me. I felt little more than a dog.
It’s not the first time she has blamed me solely. It’s not the first time she has lashed out and hurt me. I am to the point where it is hard for me to believe we are friends and that she even wants me here. She has been riding me hard these past few months. Commenting on every single one of my missteps even if it be ever so slight. She talked of giving me too much responsibility, but it feels to me that she has required my perfection. Others around me make mistakes, but they are not held to the same level I am held to. They are not told they are horrible. She implied that I am too big for my britches, prideful, condescending, and arrogant. I know too much and express it. She told me that another coworker complained that I was as such. That was enough for her to confirm her sentiments.
But am I really like this? Am I condescending and arrogant? Am I toxic? I don’t know anymore. I feel like I have become more rigid, but this stems from living with someone who has no respect for me, and working with someone who has little to no respect for me who wants to fight me on every client who walks into the store. I also feel that I have to fight other people for sales including the person who is accusing me of being toxic. I don’t have the strength for that. I don’t have the strength for any of this. But do my perspective and my feelings even matter? I come back to my original question, am I really like this? Am I this horrible person who destroys everything she touches? Am I a monster? Am I toxic? Do I drive people away?
There’s more to the story than what I am telling here. A back story that includes why I am accused of making someone want to leave and why I believe that this person has no respect for me. But does any of that matter? Does what I feel matter? Is it my imagination? Am I just creating a situation in my mind?
I can’t post this to facebook because I could get fired for doing so, but I need someone to talk to. I think I may be gaslighting myself. I suspect I will be gaslit tomorrow as well. I feel so alone right now. I’m not sure what’s up and what’s down anymore. I don’t know who I am. Apparently, I am only what she says I am. She said that she knows I am unhappy. I don’t think she realizes it is because of how she treats me. I see how others get away with worse infractions, but I am held to perfection. I can’t be perfect. Nor do I believe I am. She seems to think I believe I am for she has told me as such. What am I to do? I don’t know anymore.
EULOGY FOR AMERICA
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to say our goodbyes to our dear friend America, who died recently after a brief, intense battle with fascism and a long, slow battle with carbs. Thank you all for coming out to help say farewell. It’s not easy. But at least America died doing what it loved most: deep-frying Halloween candy while white men tried to explain to women what jazz is.
America was sick for a really long time. In the early stages, I think we were all in denial. You could tell that America was unwell—public displays of brutality, deeply internalized prejudice, “Entourage”—but it seemed curable. Just a case of plain old electile dysfunction. We thought that we’d caught the fascism early, but, as we now know, it had metastasized. America was more Florida than country by the end.
America was born right here, in America, and lived here its entire life. America was always about family. It is survived by its similarly ill father, Britain, and its large brood of children: baseball, Google, fireworks, losing your fingers to fireworks, giving your Uber driver only four stars because he talked to you, thinking granola is healthy, Chicago (the place), “Chicago” (the musical), “Chicago” (the movie adaptation of the musical), Chicago (the band), “Chicago Fire,” “Chicago Med,” “Chicago P.D.,” “Chicago Justice,” “Chicago ‘Chicago’ ” (a show about the Chicago production of the musical “Chicago,” coming to NBC this fall), and a bunch of wars.
I’d personally be nowhere without America. America was there when I was born, when I got married, when I saw Janet Jackson’s nipple at the Super Bowl. Remember that? After that happened, none of us slept for days, because we had never seen the pointy part of a boob on our TVs before, and it really upset us. America was really cool that way. It would always get mad when you’d see the pointy part of a boob on a TV. I’m gonna miss that.
However, we should not dwell on the loss of our dear country, friend, and place where all the Cheesecake Factories and Lids stores are. Today, let’s celebrate America’s life, and remember all of the remarkable things it accomplished and how many actors playing Spider-Man who keep getting cuter and younger were inside of it. America gave us so much. And, boy, did it look good for its age. America was two hundred and forty-one years old when it died, but it didn’t look a day over a hundred and sixty-four! It looked so young, it could’ve been the very same America that put its own citizens in internment camps!
America got a bunch of things really right. Mostly how to put food inside other food. Anyone can just eat a chicken. But in a duck?! In a turkey?! In a gun?! No one is going to forget the Turduckenun any time soon. America was so inventive that way. And, I mean, everyone does silly stuff when they’re young. America was beautiful, too. Sure, it was a little lumpy, and you could always see its Florida through its pants, but it just got hotter with age. So hot. It was so, so hot by the time it died. Almost too hot to live in.
If there’s anything we should take away from this tragedy, it’s that you should always check yourself for fascism, especially around your midsection. It’s easy enough to do in the shower. If you catch it early, it can be cleared up with a rigorous regimen of local elections and books and yoga. But America was cocky. Nothing bad had ever happened to it before! It assumed this fascism would pass, just like the Second World War and “Entourage” had.
What a shame. America was just the best damn country in the whole U.S.A. I’m sorry that I’m getting choked up. I get really emotional when I think of America, and also I took too big of a bite of Turduckenun and it got lodged in my windpipe. We will all miss America greatly. Every time I see an American flag or a gun, I’ll think of America. But we can all rest easy knowing America is in a better place now: Russia.
If you're reading this and you're in a bad spot mentally or anything I hope you feel better soon and have a good day.
- Unknown
Yale professor Timothy Snyder explains how democracies fall.
