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Daily News, New York, September 7, 1925
there's something very uniquely evil in the fact that the food aid dropped to gazans by the US wasn't halal
if that strikes you as naive or nonsequitur, i want you to put yourself into the shoes of a palestinian in the gaza strip, suffering untold famine and trauma at the hands of israel and the US empire, living through a genocide of everyone you've known and loved.
now imagine that the only food that you can eat is food that violates your religious dietary restrictions, sent straight from the people who are supplying the bombs and guns for you to be killed.
is that not, too, a form of ethnic cleansing? of erasure?
I’m just thinking about how many times I’ve heard my dad on a long call with an obvious scammer and I’ll start begging him to get off the phone because I always think he’s a very easy mark and he’ll just keep going and then after a while he’ll say something like “I died 20 years ago” and hang up.
Virgin Millennial Daughter with 20 hrs of screentime a day: Dad! They’re scamming you! Dad! Stop! They will take your savings and your identity! Hang up before they SWAT you!
Chad Boomer dad with a flip phone he has not recharged since 2014: Well gee I wish I could give you my bank account number after you spent all this time on the phone explaining this car deal with me but I don’t have access to my finances because I am in Rikers for felony murder.
this is why you should have a tumblr, so you don’t have 50k USD in a shoebox to a scammer
1hr ago me was wrong btw
my career advice isn't "do what you love" it's "do what will give you the most money without making you want to kill yourself"
I leave a piece of me in everyone I’ve ever loved and every place I’ve lived and I can’t let go of anything and my heart aches with the weight of it all
TIL that a recent study out of the University of Kansas found that it takes about 50 hours of socializing to go from acquaintance to casual friend, an additional 40 hours to become a “real” friend, and a total of 200 hours to become a close friend.
via reddit.com
Socializing speedrun (Any %)
This is why it was so much easier to make friends when you were in school; you were trapped with those people all day Monday to Friday. It’s OK that it’s harder to make really good friends now that you’re an adult
Yes, this! It’s also why regular get together are so useful. If you want to make friends as an adult? Join a book club, go to a craft meet up, find an excuse to hang out w/ approximately the same people once a week for a couple of hours. As you get to know them, invite them out other places. Yes, it’s a pain to have to do the work to socialize, but if you want the friends, you have to trap yourself with the other people.
Reblogging for all my mutuals who have asked “Why is it so hard to make friends as an adult?”
“if you want the friends, you have to trap yourself with the other people” sounds so sinister.
It’s also why so many people lose their entire social network when they retire or start working from home. Making friends outside of work is vital to your own survival when your main access to socialization is controlled by your employer.
@ibroughtyoumybullets / Sleepy Sunday (1960) by Vincent Giarrano / @vonnegutism / Alejandra Caballero / @thiscuntkills
The Evening Sun, Hanover, Pennsylvania, September 9, 1948
The Winchester Star, Kansas, September 20, 1929
There’s a tornado warning out (two, technically), so of course I went for a walk outside to see if I could spot it. Never have I seen so many of my neighbors at one time, when there wasn’t a firework show or a picnic.
There was a tornado warning and a bunch of people gathered outside to set off fireworks. I wish I was kidding.
How cool would it be to shoot fireworks into a tornado?