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feminist killjoy hours again, what the actual fuck is āweird girl literatureā and how often do we acquiesce to the latest degrading gendered advertising campaigns
Women did not fucking pioneer horror, thriller, and science fiction as we know it for publishing to infantilize it into a high school phase
is Stephen king āweird boy literatureā? Or does he get to be an adult horror novelist?
I went to the local Pride celebration and parade yesterday, and they had a booth where you could make your own sign for the parade. So I took the opportunity to create a sign that Iāve been thinking about for a while now:
The sign says: āJag Ƥr en liten TĆSAPĆ G frĆ„n SKĆ NEā. In order to translate this from Swedish to English, some explanation is needed (and there might even be some Swedish speakers who need the explanation).
I live in the southernmost province of Sweden, known as Scania, or, in Swedish, SkĆ„ne. One important part of Scanian culture is our distinctive dialect, which contains many words different from standard Swedish (many of them related to Danish words, since Scania borders on Denmark). This includes the words ātƶsā, which means āgirlā, and āpĆ„gā, which means āboyā. The word ātƶsapĆ„gā literally means āgirl-boyā, and is a somewhat old-fashioned, generally derogatory term for boys acting femininely. There is also the opposite word āpĆ„gatƶsā, āboy-girlā, which basically means the same as ātomboyā.
So, the words on the sign would translate literally into āI am a little girl-boy from Scaniaā. As a person who sees myself as somewhat genderfluid and possibly trans, this is, in part, my attempt to reclaim the word ātƶsapĆ„gā, mostly just because I think itās a funny word to say.
However, thereās an additional layer to how I chose to word the sign: Itās a reference to the old song āLite grann frĆ„n ovanā (āA little bit from aboveā), famously performed Edvard Persson, and absolute icon of Scanian culture.
The first line of the song is: āJag Ƥr en liten gĆ„sapĆ„g frĆ„n SkĆ„neā, which would translate to āI am a little goose-boy from Scaniaā. The whole song is a reference to the famous Swedish novel āNils Holgersson's wonderful journey across Swedenā by Selma Lagerlƶf, which is about a Scanian boy who is shrunk down and rides on the back of a goose.
So, I basically just switched the word āgĆ„sapĆ„gā to ātƶsapĆ„gā in the lyrics to a beloved Scanian song.
Iām happy to report that the sign went over well during the Pride parade: I saw several people laughing when they saw it, two people asked me if they could photograph it, and I received praise from different people, including a high-five and someone saying that it was āthe best sign at the paradeā. I even briefly showed up in a local TV news report from the parade.
All in all, Iām a happy tƶsapĆ„g!
everyone eat more vegetables NOW!!! and mention the last vegetable you ate in the tags so we're all on the buddy system. I'll start: bok choy
Creation of the World (1864) by Ivan Aivazovsky
for a long time now, one of my go-to phrases is "shake it like a can of beans." im not really sure where this came from, but i've been saying it for three years or so. it never really occurred to me that this was unusual until yesterday when i was bouncing a baby in a rocker a little too violently (he was having a great time, it just wasnt exactly sending him to sleep) and i went "sorry, im shaking him like a can of beans over here" and both my coworkers reacted like i had said something insane
list of other things i've said that my coworkers really like:
everybody in the club getting baby (when 5 or more babies are fussy)
going absolute baby mode over there/he's activating baby mode (when the 10 month old is having a fit)
i play my blue eyed white baby (said when setting a specific baby on the floor)
sick 'em! (said when setting any other baby on the floor)
call her regina, she's a little bit dramatic (this is one of my go to phrases)
into the gladiator pit!/hey have you ever seen gladiator? (when two babies start wrestling/fighting) (i have not seen gladiator)
she's ready for college (when the three month old lifts her head to look around)
lock in, brother (i say this the most)
i say most of these phrases at least daily.
one of the babies was getting picked up and started screaming as soon as her dad pulled her from her crib (where she'd been sleeping) and i instinctively said "that's what we in the industry call: baby moding" and he started laughing so hard he almost dropped her
So one of the things that can apparently contribute to kidney issues in cats is if they eat too much dry food and don't drink enough water; cats are adapted to get a lot of their water from their food since they're originally desert animals, and might not get enough water if they don't eat wet food. Unfortunately, Dozy won't eat wet food no matter what; she categorically refuses to touch the stuff. So a few months ago, we were looking for ways to get Dozy more fluids, and my wife noticed at the pet store a cat drink--basically meat broth with some floaty bits in--that was low-protein and meant for cats with kidney issues. So we figured, worth a try, right?
Great news: she loved it. Super tasty apparently. Great success. Along with the kidney-sensitive treats we found, it was a nice way to supplement her diet. Unforseen long-term consequence though: she loved it so much she began demanding it throughout the day. Like, would come up to us and meow, and meow, and meow, and not stop, until we got up, went to the kitchen, and got her some cat drink.
And by doing so on demand, we have unfortunately created a monster: no matter what we are doing at home, Dozy knows that if she sits next to you and meows, 1) you know what she wants, and 2) you know that she will not stop until you get it for her now. And when you do get it, she gets extremely excited. She will bum rush the kitchen door as you enter. She will run around your feet as you open the can. She will let out the creakiest, crunchiest, most nails-on-the-chalkboard meow you've ever heard if she thinks you're not going fast enough.
I do not begrudge her this. It is gratifying to care for a creature whose most ardent desires are so simple that it is this easy to fulfill them. But I am a little sad, because I know in my heart that I have never loved any comestible as much as she loves this cat drink. She has a pleasure of a purity and intensity that I will never know.
[the creacher in question]
Nothing on earth could have prepared me for the fucking face of Dozy
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A question I get asked a lot while working at a public library is "how do you deal with homeless people?"
And the answer is, we don't.
The unhoused people who come here seeking refuge 99% of the time understand that they will be kicked out if they misbehave.
The people you have to watch out for are Jessica, who only came because the kid she didn't want had to visit for a homework assignment and she just *needs* to yell at her child for asking to borrow two books or stay an extra five minutes, or Michael, who came in to look at porn on our computers for whatever fucking reason, or Karen who just wanted to come by to throw a fit that the particular book she wanted was checked out and harrass our staff about our collection being too limited.
99% of the time, the people we need to ban are middle to upper-middle class white people while the homeless and mentally ill/disabled people mind their own damn business and are honestly some of the best patrons we have.
I bring this up because today we had a man come in. He stopped at the desk, pulled up a chair and said "I'm newly homeless and was living in my car. I'm disabled. It was impounded. It's raining. I don't have a phone and I don't know where to go tonight."
And we did what we could to help. He was incredibly kind and patient despite his obvious anxiety and stress, more than most able bodied, housed patrons are to us under much less dire conditions. I liked knowing that we were the first place he came.
We have so many people like this who come in everyday. Many are quiet and keep to themselves, but sometimes they talk to us.
They tell us about how they're taking a few courses on a scholarship they applied for from our library's computer at the local community college to get their diploma. Or ask about a manga or dvd or book we might have to help them pass the time.
One woman, who comes in daily with her tattered walker always says hello to me and likes to work on the new jigsaw puzzle with me when we set one out.
So like, treat unhoused people like people. Treat disabled people like people. I don't want my library to feel like the only safe space in the world, but I'm glad it can be one of them.
I'm so sick of hearing about how "the homeless are ruining everything" when they are some of the kindest, most respectful people here. Sometimes they mutter, might not have had a place to shower, and might need a little extra space for their backpacks but that's FINE. It Doesn't Matter Actually. None of that is a problem or any of my business to care about (unless they request help/services), and I also don't think it's any of yours.
libraries provide vital and lifesaving services and i will die on the hill you have to let people who are mentally ill and disabled and homeless and politically disagreeable to you still access those rescourses. its simply too important to society
Iāve hear about how having cats makes you immune to hauntings, ghosts, spooky midnight noises etc but. for years Iāve been dealing with a panic response to unexpected nighttime noises, major enough that the adrenaline can keep me from falling back asleep for hours.
A few weeks of living with a cat and my brainās been reprogrammed. last night at 4am the furry little shitmuppet broke a vase & I only woke up long enough to call her a rat bastard & roll over back to sleep
Oh shit. This totally made me realize that it must have been my cat that killed my fear of the dark. I used to be intensely scared of walking into dark spaces. Hated any area where I had to turn a light off before I could turn another one on.
Enter my mostly black demon who likes to jump out of dark spaces at me.
Now I can just walk through dark rooms with no anxiety. Iām now used to the darkness taking physical form and jumping at me. At this point if a monster did jump out of the darkness Iād instinctively reach for the cat treats to offer it.
holy crap what other fears do cats make you immune to?
Iām no longer scared to dangle my foot over the bed bc of demons with sharp claws & glowing eyes, iām scared to dangle my foot over the bed bc of one specific small furry demon with sharp claws & glowing eyes
#fuck off beelzebub my cat has dibs
My cats are legit part of my grounding strategy for when I have sleep hallucinations. As part of my sleep paralysis, I āseeā corpses in the bed next to me on a frequent basis, or shadow men lurking in the doorway; if there is a cat blissfully, softly snoring at the foot of the bed, I know I am safe, despite what my brain is trying to conjure.
the sound of my door opening slowly, but theres no one there. my cat. somethings clawing at the walls, glass or window screens, cats. somethings fucking licking my toe in the middle of the night, my fucking cat again. nothing can hurt me its all cat
Unearthly noise? Cat.
Movement out of the corner of your eye? Cat.
Objects moved? Cat.
Inexplicable smells? Cat.
Corpses (small)? Cat.
Ectoplasm right in middle of the room, which you wonāt notice till you step in it? Cat.
Do cats make the ghosts go away? Nah. They just make you stop being scared.
Do cats make the ghosts
go away? Nah. They just make
you stop being scared.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
My cats got rid of my fear, not because I assume every noise I hear is from them, but rather if my OCD is telling me not to look outside because someones out their waiting for me to see them so they can kill me, I know they arenāt actually there because my cats arenāt reacting.
Until they do some stupid shit like staring at my vent for 2-3 hours without moving at all for seemingly no reason what so ever
yeah thatās a common mistake actually, a dusty periwinkle hanky means you like receiving butterfly kisses but that shade of morning mist means you wanna get killed with a pipe wrench
every time I got to the farmers market I regain consciousness two hours later with my wallet missing surrounded by artisanal soaps and fancy cheeses
What do you fall asleep to?
Silence
White noise
Nature sounds
Music
Podcasts/audiobooks/talking
ASMR
TV
Other
no offense but you guys need to learn the difference between someone implying their experience is universal and a post simply just not being about you