I deleted it from my phone and everything. I might still poke in at a few individual tumblrs every so often (so if I heart 1 of your posts in the next little while feel SUPER EFFIN’ SPESHUL), but staying away from my dashboard, and you shall see nary a rant nor a rebagel from me (unless I cave, and then I’ll try to get my shit back together right quick because this is impoooortaaaant).
Anyway, I haven’t set a deadline yet, but I should be back before May (or else somebody quietly walk up behind my desk and put me out of my misery please).
I’ll still be on twitter (@ohmynoti) because…come on. I’m not an animal.
My light is making this super uncomfortable noise right now.
Anyway, I’ll meeeees yoooou (unless you be twitter pals at me, I guess).
This literally sounds like a blue eyes/brown eyes type experiment to teach kids about why sexist double standards are some bullshit…except no, it’s just a fun game to reinforce those actual double standards, actually for real. In elementary schools, at that. Ugh. Kudos to the girls who would not stand for that shit.
Awesome protests erupted in my school today. Our student council planned a “fun” game for valentines day. They handed out paper hearts to every girl at the beginning of the day. Only the girls. If a girl speaks to a guy through the duration of the day, she has to give him her heart. Guys get five raffle tickets for every heart they collect. Girls cannot collect hearts, they only have one to give away, and guys do not have to give away anything. A gay male asked for a heart to give away to participate and was told no.
Some girls have taken this as an invitation to say things such as, quoted from twitter, “keeping the whores from talking today haha.” And boasting about “keeping their heart and not being a whore.” This has turned into an excuse to shame each other for talking to guys. And for what? A valentines game?
Rather than writing their names on the hearts and giving them away, many girls have written notes of protest on the paper hearts and are wearing them proudly as they associate with whoever they please and refuse to give the heart away.
Proud of some of the people in my school today.
males are rewarded for collecting female “hearts” and are encouraged to collect as many as they possibly can, but females are only allowed to have one heart to give away, and when they give it away they’re not allowed to play anymore
the correlation of “hearts” to how virginity/sex is treated in society is kind of eerie and definitely sexist
This is a really big deal! My elementary had us do this for Valentine’s Day one year. Girls were given a prize if they kept theirs, boys were given a prize if they got one. The boys would harass us - verbally, getting into our personal space, or pulling our hair - until we told them to stop and then they would get to take the heart. A lot of us were pretty mad about it at the time, and now that I see the implications of it, I’m even angrier.
ALL THIS COMMENTARY AND ALSO SOMEONE GIVE THESE KIDS A MEDAL
I want there to be a cooking website (or ideally like, a master database of many wonderful cooking websites) where you list all the ingredients you CAN’T use (due to allergy/restriction/aversion of whoever you’re cooking for), and it gives you a bunch of recipes that are a-okay. Because like, I know my friends with dietary issues are like, “no prob, I got this!” when it comes to feeding themselves, but I get so easily stumped by thinking in negatives when I want to make a meal they can eat. Also I don’t want to be boring and keep making them the same thing because I know it’s on the safe list.
Wait you’re telling me all of the German and German-knowledgeable housemates, friends, and family members I have ever had have been withholding this information from me my entire life? I hereby disown all of those jerks.
Friendly reminder that you can buy sweets called “Ärsche mit Ohren” in Germany, which is literally translated with “asses with ears”
Ugh bad timing. I’m being a bummed out Valentines single lady cliche against my will.
Also, my butt got better but now it’s worse again. What gives, butt fairies?
You guys I don’t know how I found a smart businesslady to believe in my gay christian book with tons of swears in it, but I hope she doesn’t regret it when we go on sub.
Glurg I want to go see Frozen what with having a night off but the only non-3D showing already passed me by and my experience with 3D movies is that I get so stressed out I fall asleep even more unstoppably than usual.
I really want to make cute floral skirts and stuff with prints of plants that can fucking kill you to death. And by “want to make” I mean I want somebody else to have already done this, and for either that person or a third party to give them to me for no money. I have needs, goshdarnit.
One time, long ago, I was actually dating someone, and I got him flowers for Valentine’s Day. He was upset by them because he said me buying him flowers was emasculating.
And this is why I now love plants.
dude, some flowers can kill your…
Yup, the babysitting tag is pretty much great.
So my 4-year-old cousin stayed with me this afternoon, and he said wanna hear a song I wrote?”
“Sure”, I say, So he begins, to the tune of I like big butts
I like beans and I cannot lie
These other boys can’t -ny
When a boy walks in with a can of beans
I walk over and say can I buy all those beans and the boy says no
These beans are not for sale
“Wow Blake, I didn’t know you liked beans so much!”
“I don’t, it’s just a song.”