A message presumably from Rachael (pictured left).
ETA: IT WASN’T RACHAEL!!? Or me or Chris. It’s a mystery. Our next guess is Dan. But maybe it was Melanie impersonating our collective crassness to make us suspect each other.
Except that whilst I was editing this, Rachael sent Dan a text asking if he was at vag camp, and he replied “RRAAAWW” so case closed.
This is me reblogging from my other blog to let y’all know it’s super great and I want all your cute housemate tales to make it even better.
This is in my Economics textbook
This is fucked up
if you couldn’t SEE how fucked up this is, let me put this into even more perspective for you.
a male with no high school education still makes more than a female with 9th-12th grade education (no diploma).
a male who is a high school graduate still makes more than a female with an associate’s degree.
a male with a bachelor’s degree only makes about ~$2000 less than a female with a fucking doctorate’s degree.
tell me again why feminism isn’t important.
I am personally offended to the highest degree
Sometimes tumblr stresses me out because my dash is full of people who would fckn hate each other at a party and I love all of them and I kind of think this makes me a bad person.
cachalotwhale asked: if i thought someone's hijab was really pretty would it be inappropriate to comment on it? i've wanted to before but i didn't want to be rude!
i fucking love hijab compliments so id say go for it! but stay within the realm of politeness; dont ask invasive questions or remark on that they look very unusual (or “wow you look really _____ for a muslim!” or “i didnt know muslims could be so ______!”) or sth etc etc because thats shitty
keep it simple and friendly
How to be nice without being terrible! A quick guide!
Darkness is coming. A world of Ice and Snow. My fortress. My home. Hung with lights to dispel the dark.
Have we talked about how my mom’s tumblr is the best thing the internet will ever know?
"When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with.
The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.”
All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone.
And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.”
Sisters are good too, though. My cousins were mostly raised by a bunch of aunts and uncles all in one big farm house and I was always super jealous. Extra loving moms and dads are such a boon whether they share smooches or DNA or just the rent and chores. <3
P.S. - If it helps my other fav similar-gender parental figures in Disney are Baloo and Bagheera, who definitely aren’t brothers, and while I can’t picture them canoodling off screen over the course of the film, I think it’s BEYOND probable that they eventually hook up once Man Cub’s out of the picture. (Although I don’t think they have sustainable long term relationship kinda chemistry, which is part of why I think they wouldn’t go for it while acting as his guardians, because I feel that would be one of those “one thing we can agree on” things, not to create a situation where Mowgli would have to deal with the emotional fallout of their inevitably tumultuous relationship. They’re basically the opposite of a couple staying together for the kids, is what I’m saying.)
P.P.S. - I am really good at having in-depth considerations about the chemistry between cartoon characters (who technically represent incompatible species, let alone personality types), for somebody who can’t write fanfiction to save her life.
Today started the worst and ended the best. In spite of the fact that at the beginning of the day there was hope of radical academic salvation whereas by 4:30 in the afternoon came the somber awareness of a just barely passing grade in my favourite class for reasons more to do with my butt than my brain (altho as Colin would remind us, all pain is brain pain).
Anyway. It’s almost as if Delinquent Emmet always lurks somewhere inside me, ever prepared to not give a shit about that shit. This is of course very terrifying. But also, upon occasion, in small doses, a relief. Because there was definitely a moment when I could have been stuck crying in my friends’ living room and wishing for a closing door of my own for hours…but instead I did not give a shit about that shit, and made them chai and goofed around and painted props for my next project I’ll find a way to not give a shit about if it all goes horribly awry.
…haha it was super cute how my prof in her email about how nothing could be done and I would have to accept my 53% fate was all “here are some lessons I hope you have learned from this fiasco”…& they were for sure all things I learned…several fiascos ago. Can’t be tamed. Or rather…this is me on 27 years of struggle to tame my natural tendency towards nihilism, and I do not mean that in a jokey cute way. I mean it’s a wonder I ain’t dead, which is of course no excuse to suck so bad at being alive, but is, it cannot be denied, the reason why this is as good as it gets and goddamn if I’m not grateful to be grateful for my shitty life skills because if there was Anyone besides my natural parents involved in my creation I firmly believe They would be surprised to find me still here. I realise I’m a bit of a life ruiner, but it’s much grander than my intended situation, so I will go ahead and be thrilled with this 53% and your eternal disappointment.
(Please note this prof is 100% great, I just felt the need to bring the tumblr level hyperbolic emotional honesty, which includes a lot of really embarrassing petty jealousy towards people around my age who have struggled against their own nihilism in such a valiant way that they bear no outward appearance of the fray at all, and instead just seem to be like, doing things with their life. As I am slowly getting cool with the fact that maybe it is a respectable thing to do with my own life to be a totally undainty, bloody ragged mess of a nihilism fighter and then whatever else the world will take me as under the circumstances…because for me the only alternative is to succumb.)
I mean the good news is I have a tumblr tag for my butt now. That’ll come in handy.
Especially with the apparently months of butt unhappiness I have ahead of me.