I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say
reblog if attacking fascism is really the hill you want to die on
this is literally like one of the most justified and honorable hills you could die on??? lol??
This is hilarious on its own, but can we talk about how sweet and social the grey cat was being? That right there was empathy, folks. Cats aren’t assholes. They just have very different social norms than humans and dogs do.
“If a society puts half its children into short skirts and warns them not to move in ways that reveal their panties, while putting the other half into jeans and overalls and encouraging them to climb trees, play ball, and participate in other vigorous outdoor games; if later, during adolescence, the children who have been wearing trousers are urged to “eat like growing boys,” while the children in skirts are warned to watch their weight and not get fat; if the half in jeans runs around in sneakers or boots, while the half in skirts totters about on spike heels, then these two groups of people will be biologically as well as socially different. Their muscles will be different, as will their reflexes, posture, arms, legs and feet, hand-eye coordination, and so on. Similarly, people who spend eight hours a day in an office working at a typewriter or a visual display terminal will be biologically different from those who work on construction jobs. There is no way to sort the biological and social components that produce these differences. We cannot sort nature from nurture when we confront group differences in societies in which people from different races, classes, and sexes do not have equal access to resources and power, and therefore live in different environments. Sex-typed generalizations, such as that men are heavier, taller, or stronger than women, obscure the diversity among women and among men and the extensive overlaps between them… Most women and men fall within the same range of heights, weights, and strengths, three variables that depend a great deal on how we have grown up and live. We all know that first-generation Americans, on average, are taller than their immigrant parents and that men who do physical labor, on average, are stronger than male college professors. But we forget to look for the obvious reasons for differences when confronted with assertions like ‘Men are stronger than women.’ We should be asking: ‘Which men?’ and ‘What do they do?’ There may be biologically based average differences between women and men, but these are interwoven with a host of social differences from which we cannot disentangle them.”
Here, have a study (x) showing that mothers underestimate their daughter’s physical capacity from as young as 11 months old (though in reality it’s identical to that of their son’s at the same age). And if you think that parents acting on those expectations won’t alter their children’s development, then I have a sloped bridge to sell you.
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why do people always only expect you to have one thing. one disorder one pet one gender one pronouns one name one favorite movie one crush one best friend. like why do I have an inventory limit
the iof shut down al jazeera this morning and closed the border to trap all the people sheltering in rafah. now the ground invasion of rafah has begun. rafah is being bombed right now and all these people who had been told they had evacuated to a safe zone are going to be massacred by the apartheid entity’s weapons. i am so deeply sorry to everyone we have failed. i hate this world.
the iof shut down al jazeera this morning and closed the border to trap all the people sheltering in rafah. now the ground invasion of rafah has begun. rafah is being bombed right now and all these people who had been told they had evacuated to a safe zone are going to be massacred by the apartheid entity’s weapons. i am so deeply sorry to everyone we have failed. i hate this world.
Had a dream that there was a meme on tumblr that was like “Reblog to be cursed! OP will appear to you in real life when you blink X number of times” and the meme was that you’d choose some absurd number that you’d never keep track of so you’d never know when OP would appear but then people started making posts saying “Do NOT reblog blink curse posts demons are using this as an invitation to manifest in your homes”
In the dream I reblogged two of them so I’ll let you know what happens
stop naming your pets after anime characters i just had to ask this person “are killua’s testicles enlarged?”
like 2 weeks ago i had to ask “is nami’s liquid diarrhea getting better?”
i helped this guy schedule a neuter for his dog named luffy once and this man tells me with a straight face “thank you for all your help getting luffy neutered”
Some ppl are like “I’m a kinky sex-positive pervert freak!!!” and then make fun of virgins and asexuals….. sure, reclaim freakiness but keep working on that because teasing ppl for their sex lives (or lack thereof) is, unfortunately, very normie mainstream vanilla behaviour. the right to sexual determination includes NOT having sex. 101 shit. Like this isnt subversive dude, it’s using the edge of an ideology for bullying
*slams fist on table* WE RESPECT VIRGINS, VANILLA SHIT, AND ASEXUALS HERE!
A+ for adding “vanilla shit” because honest to God you just like what you like, if you’re really only into missionary in the dark it doesn’t mean anything about you or your politics or beliefs and I’m kind of tired of seeing that as shorthand for “bad conservative prude.” kinksters are great at saying “what I like in bed doesn’t make me a bad person” when it’s their shit but not so good when it’s other people’s shit. that’s a great principle but it goes both ways!
(also a lot of people are dealing with some major sex insecurities because our society is so fucked up and wherever they are in that process is valid)
(but if you just prefer missionary in the dark for no reason that’s cool too)
I think a big part of the reason why there’s been such a vehement backlash against any form of feminism recently is that whiny dudes with no redeeming qualities see things like this and think “boy, I would sure love to subjugate another human being into doing my bidding with no expectations on myself besides going to work every day”. They saw how their grandparents’ relationship worked when women were powerless domestic servants and rather than having any empathy for their grandmothers, they just see their grandfathers being waited on hand and foot and think “boy, I bet that’s nice.” They see any attempt for women to emancipate themselves as theft of property and long for the Good Old Days when women could neither change nor escape from their husbands.
My grandpa died in 2015 and the change it’s brought about in my grandma’s personality has been like night and day. She was always sort of treated like a piece of furniture/maidservant by her husband, but now that he’s out of the picture I’m finally starting to see who she really is, and who she probably was before marrying him. When I was little, my parents told me that she used to be a clown. Like, professionally. I never saw it until a few years ago. She was always a quiet, mild-mannered lady who worked at the library and that suited her at the time. But now that she doesn’t have a husband to take care of? Holy shit. That woman is FUNNY. She’s got a filthy sense of humor and razor sharp wit that had just been tamped down like warm embers of a day-old campfire and without my grandpa to take care of 24/7 (he had MS, which took a lot of home care and placed a lot more work on her than even typical 1950s housewives were expected to do) it’s like a breeze blew off the ashes and suddenly she sprang back to life again. I only wish it hadn’t happened so late in her life. It makes me miss the wacky-ass clown grandma I could have had my entire life, and as much as I loved my grandpa when he was alive, the things I’ve learned about how he treated my grandma and my mom and my aunts and uncles kinda makes me wish it had happened sooner. And the guilt for that is wrapped up in the sorrow for the life my grandma never got to have and the love and appreciation I have for the person I didn’t get to see until she was well and truly a Little Old Lady cracking jokes about her car turning back into a pumpkin if she doesn’t get home soon while I help her down the stairs.
I think a big part of the reason why there’s been such a vehement backlash against any form of feminism recently is that whiny dudes with no redeeming qualities see things like this and think “boy, I would sure love to subjugate another human being into doing my bidding with no expectations on myself besides going to work every day”. They saw how their grandparents’ relationship worked when women were powerless domestic servants and rather than having any empathy for their grandmothers, they just see their grandfathers being waited on hand and foot and think “boy, I bet that’s nice.” They see any attempt for women to emancipate themselves as theft of property and long for the Good Old Days when women could neither change nor escape from their husbands.
My grandpa died in 2015 and the change it’s brought about in my grandma’s personality has been like night and day. She was always sort of treated like a piece of furniture/maidservant by her husband, but now that he’s out of the picture I’m finally starting to see who she really is, and who she probably was before marrying him. When I was little, my parents told me that she used to be a clown. Like, professionally. I never saw it until a few years ago. She was always a quiet, mild-mannered lady who worked at the library and that suited her at the time. But now that she doesn’t have a husband to take care of? Holy shit. That woman is FUNNY. She’s got a filthy sense of humor and razor sharp wit that had just been tamped down like warm embers of a day-old campfire and without my grandpa to take care of 24/7 (he had MS, which took a lot of home care and placed a lot more work on her than even typical 1950s housewives were expected to do) it’s like a breeze blew off the ashes and suddenly she sprang back to life again. I only wish it hadn’t happened so late in her life. It makes me miss the wacky-ass clown grandma I could have had my entire life, and as much as I loved my grandpa when he was alive, the things I’ve learned about how he treated my grandma and my mom and my aunts and uncles kinda makes me wish it had happened sooner. And the guilt for that is wrapped up in the sorrow for the life my grandma never got to have and the love and appreciation I have for the person I didn’t get to see until she was well and truly a Little Old Lady cracking jokes about her car turning back into a pumpkin if she doesn’t get home soon while I help her down the stairs.
The story began suddenly; we woke up to the sound of deafening rockets and violent explosions shaking the ground. These loud screams haven’t stopped until now, and fear ran deep within us with every new roar.
Then came the shocking news: we had to leave our homes immediately and evacuate south towards Rafah. The orders were clear; everything in the north was vulnerable to bombing and invasion. We ventured out amidst growing tension, carrying a faint hope that we would return to our homes within two or three days, but reality was harsher than we imagined.
On our way, civilian evacuees were subjected to targeted attacks, and innocent victims fell everywhere. We reached Rafah, a city where we knew no one. We began to build our tents amidst the sand and stones, in a desperate attempt to create a temporary shelter that would protect us from the flames of conflict and its fierce winds.
We are today on day 215 of the war, and the attacks do not stop, the situation is heading towards genocide, dispersal, and displacement. We have no shelter, and everything we had has been bombed, and there are no words to describe the magnitude of the collapse we are suffering and the suffering we are going through. We are in danger, and at any moment we may lose our lives.
But the tent, despite its simplicity, was not enough to protect us from the cold nights and the heat of the day.
The conditions were harsh, and the suffering was immense, as we had only a few resources and equipment to sustain us.
All the people ask?
Where is the next hell? There is no interface and no clear way.
Please help me evacuate from G@za before they enter Rafah.
“Jack of all trades, master of none” … “but ofttimes better than a master of one.”
“Blood is thicker than water.” “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the waters of the womb.”
“Money is the root of all evil.” “The love of money is the root of all evil.”
there’s also “pull yourself up by the bootstraps” which conservatives are oh so fond of saying
bootstraps are, well, straps on your boots. you cannot physically pull yourself up by them, and that’s what the original phrase meant. “pulling oneself up by the bootstraps” is meant to be an impossible task
“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness.”
The second part really matters.
Some more:
“Birds of a feather flock together- until the cat comes.” - The first part gets quoted a lot in a “find your people” kind of way, but the full quote was meant to be a warning about basing relationships on “feathers” (looks, surface details, etc) only.
“Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back.” - The first part is often used like a warning against curiosity, but the full quote is meant to encourage it.
“The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.” - The first part is often used to get people to do stuff first/fast/early, but the full saying is meant to impart that sometimes, not being the first can work out better.
“Rome wasn’t built in a day, but they were laying bricks every hour.” - The first part is often quoted in a “cool it/relax/stop” type way, but the full quote is meant to encourage slow and steady progress.
“Great minds think alike, though fools seldom differ.” - Just because it’s an idea y'both had, doesn’t make it a good one.
telling a joke on tumblr is fun but watch out! if it gets over 1000 notes your joke is automatically exposed to people who have never once heard a joke in their life.
“why would you say that” because it was funny. “but that isn’t true” it’s the funniest way to express that sentiment. “why would you do that” because it’s a joke.
This is the most reflection I’ve ever seen anyone do on Twitter.
You gotta understand once when I was on Twitter argument and realized I was wrong and I went to say something like ‘you’re totally right, my bad, thanks for helping me realize this’ and I got the “Twitter Users Don’t Usually Post This”
I FOUND IT (old, old screenshot)
Should just resorted to slurs and adhomen attacks. That’s the usual weapon I see being use on Twitter
