i genuinely think people harassing celebs is a labor rights issue as well as a conversation about boundaries. celebs make art for you and perform for you but they, like me performing my metaphorical song and dance for my customers, have off the clock time that needs to be recognized for what it is. celebs are artists making art for you, they, a person, are not a commodity. you are not entitled to them at any time day or night any more than my boss is entitled to ask me to work off the clock either.
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Fair point, and you’re right. And that makes it even more insane. My boss at least, has my contact information legally and can contact me when I’m not at work if there’s emergencies. A customer super does not get this. You can’t walk up to a barista out at lunch with their family and ask for a double macchiato cause they make it the way you like. You can’t ask a retail employee to get something out of the back for you when they’re off the clock, even if they’re in the store they work at.
We must respect that fact that celebrities produce art and giving you that art in the form of concerts or movies or interviews or meet and greets is their job. That’s it, those things they agree to give you and nothing else. If they are not doing their job, we are not entitled to them or their time as consumers. (I’d say we’re never entitled to them but that’s a different subject.) We need to acknowledge that what these people do is WORK and that work should respected, and to not ask more work of a celebrity than a normal person. Which we constantly do.
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being a fan of Chappell Roan I just think some of them need to realize and accept that they are a fan of a mainstream popular artist making popular pop music and therefore straight people are going to play it at weddings and it’s going to be in commercials for DoorDash and stuff. And that’s literally okay. It’s actually good. It’s good and normal for gay people to be making popular music. Idk if it just hasn’t sunk in for people yet that she is very popular. Ok I am telling you now. The woman is very popular
ID: Tags via thevowels-pt2: #elton john isn’t less gay for being grandmas’ favorite the world over.
“Military efficiency” is one of the most pathological phrases in the lexicon. Every military in the history of the sorry business has been a bureaucratic clown circus dedicated to doing every task in the wrongest way imaginable
if I meet u at a party I will often hand you my phone and say something like “this is a list of names for girls. please read through and then add one.” the list is special because you can only add to it in person; I won’t add something that you tell me about over text. however, I think it’s okay for me to share it here. without further ado, I present: girl names (names for girls)
if I meet u at a party I will often hand you my phone and say something like “this is a list of names for girls. please read through and then add one.” the list is special because you can only add to it in person; I won’t add something that you tell me about over text. however, I think it’s okay for me to share it here. without further ado, I present: girl names (names for girls)
listen the fact is that a lot of poor people ARE bad with money. i have terrible impulse control around spending 5 dollars here and 10 dollars there and i know so many people around me who have this problem too. but its not “this persons bad with money, so theyre poor”; its “this persons poor, so theyre bad with money”. i dont know when i’ll be able to get a little treat or eat out or buy myself something that will make me happy again so i have to do it now. idon’t know when i’ll afford food again so i have to buy it now. i don’t feel confident in the fact i’ll ever have the cushioning to genuinely enjoy expendable income, so instead of saving and hoping (only to have my savings routinely wiped out for moving, or medical costs, or a car accident), i spend it now so i can enjoy life now.
i think if you see poor people ebegging constantly but two days ago saw them posting about a fancy coffee and a pastry, you need to stop viewing “spending a few dollars you maybe shouldnt” as something that requires the Punishment of “can’t pay the fucking bills”. some of us, just like, need to feel like we have some kind of normalcy in our lives because being poor fucking sucks
Now imagine a rich person getting little treats for themselves constantly, would they be considered bad with money?
No, because those would be only a small fraction of the money they are given by all the corporations they own pieces of. There is no amount of being bad with money a billionaire could do, save for gambling, that would ever make them not rich, that would ever make them worry about their livelihood.
I cannot emphasize enough how exactly accurate this is to working in production
Having spent the last five years working in manufacturing, I do have one addendum: the fact that a member of upper management (the only people who would ever be so cataclysmically stupid as to wear a necktie around any kind of automated machinery) is even on the shop floor means that this problem has either been happening for six months, or the office worker is a new hire fresh out of business school who wants to Interface with the Team
“Nobody’s going to want to sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours to get from New York City to LA.”
Me. I will sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours. I’ll sit on it for days. I’ll write and read and nap and eat and then do it all over again. I’ll stare out the windows and see America from ground level and not have to drive. I’ll see the Rockies and the deserts and cornfields and the Mississippi River and your house and yours and yours too. I’ll make up stories in my head about the small towns I see as we go along. I’ll see the states I’ve yet to see because driving or flying there is a fucking slog and expensive to boot. I’ll enjoy the ride as much as the destination. And then I’ll do it all over again to come the fuck home.
Me getting slammed with notifications on this post in particular:
Americans will drive 15 hours, why the hell wouldn’t we take a 15 hour train ride.
It’s currently more than 30 hours from Portland to LA by train, I take that train yearly and it is completely packed every time. People already take our terrible low-speed rail every day, you’re out of your mind if you think no one would take better high-speed rail
Oooh, what? I could get from Minneapolis to Los Angeles in the same time it takes me to get to Chicago?
my friend liz downloaded some free audio software a few months ago to do something and now every time she joins a call a female voice says “trial. trial.” and liz doesn’t remember the name of the software or know how to stop it and she doesn’t want to
my friend liz had her spotify account hacked and literally didn’t realize for a year until I was talking about my decade in review playlist and she looked at hers and it was all brazilian music and she was like oh this explains why I would go to sleep listening to classical music and wake up and it’s playing trap. and also why there are like 30 playlists on my account that I didn’t make. she just thought spotify was like that
hand to god at some point my friend liz managed to fuck up her install of Portal so bad that it was displaying minecraft textures
my friend liz downloaded some free audio software a few months ago to do something and now every time she joins a call a female voice says “trial. trial.” and liz doesn’t remember the name of the software or know how to stop it and she doesn’t want to
my friend liz had her spotify account hacked and literally didn’t realize for a year until I was talking about my decade in review playlist and she looked at hers and it was all brazilian music and she was like oh this explains why I would go to sleep listening to classical music and wake up and it’s playing trap. and also why there are like 30 playlists on my account that I didn’t make. she just thought spotify was like that
hand to god at some point my friend liz managed to fuck up her install of Portal so bad that it was displaying minecraft textures
Never not thinking about the trans woman I met in a gay bar in a town I’ll never go back to who said “gender roles are like chains, fun to use in bondage scenarios but largely irrelevant in daily life”
Every time one of my friends explains something about Plurality to me I have to fight the urge to ask if they’re “More people per people” cause of this fuck ass post
A restaurant named You’re Not Supposed To Be Here, where the whole point is that the vibes are unnerving. The lighting is weird, the whole place has a faint scent that’s not a bad smell, but it’s certainly not food smell and you can’t quite identify what the hell it is. The music is weirdly janky and you can’t quite tell what’s wrong with it, the vocals aren’t exactly garbled but sung in a language you swear you’ve never heard anywhere and couldn’t name if you tried. Only hiring staff who have anxiety and they’re 100% permitted to show how much your presence here stresses them out.
I went to a restaurant like that once, but it was just a local chain of steakhouses.
There’s a restaurant here in town that’s set up in a refurbished office building, but, like, they didn’t revise the existing floor plan when they moved in, so when you go there to eat you have to ride an elevator up to an aggressively beige reception area that looks and smells like the Ghost of Dot-Coms Past, where after a while a waiter will come wandering down one of the grey-carpeted hallways and lead you to an unmarked office door, and inside that door is a fully furnished dining room. I’ve been there twice and I still have no idea where the kitchen is located. The food’s actually not bad, but “unnerving” is one way to describe the dining experience!
it’s remarkable how much money you can save by not leaving the house and not eating and not moving
looking at my bank account after a month of being in a depressive coma like wow. I’m so good at budgeting
The less you eat, drink and buy books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorise, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save – the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor rust will devour – your capital. The less you are, the less you express your own life, the more you have, i.e., the greater is your alienated life, the greater is the store of your estranged being.
Karl Marx, 1844, Human Requirements and Division of Labour Under the Rule of Private Property
I know we all have social anxiety, but I am so very serious about the importance of being able to identify “safe strangers” and be willing to talk to them, especially when you are traveling alone.
It can be hard but like, I always look for people with anime/pokemon/fandom merch. Weeaboos and other nerds can be found all around the world, it doesn’t matter if they speak English or not. Even just pointing at their merch and smiling can do so much good.
Additionally:
If you are some sort of scientist or researcher traveling, reach out to researchers wherever you are going. They want to share their passion with you. *I* want to share my passion with you. Like if someone emailed me like “Hey Nessie, I’m studying mongoose or something on the other side of the world, but I’m coming to the US and want to see a raccoon,” I would 100% make time to pick them up and get them to a raccoon.
For real, I’ve got a bat biologist in Mexico taking me out to look for bats tonight. Do I speak Spanish? No. Does he speak English? No. But frankly it doesn’t matter because science is universal. You would be surprised at how easy it is to communicate when the subject of communication is something like field work and animals.
Being like. Post-suicidal is so strange. Like hiiiii everybody im new I spent a good chunk of my life languishing and have like 3 or 4 lived experiences. But now I’m ready to fuck and party or whatever. Can we be friends. Im so happy to be here. Can we be friends
I’ve been in a “cybertruck owners only” group for a year now just to watch posers try to haul over towing capacity but it has yielded something more beautiful lately
Gendered parenting is so weird. As a little kid I was a total daddy’s girl, I was told I would always try to sneak the garage, I was always very interested in everything he was doing and would follow him around while he was working, but while my family was never the type to outright say “you can’t do that because you’re a girl”, they simply didn’t entertain the idea that I could possibly be interested in cars. Then when my little brother was born, it was just assumed he would become a mechanic like our dad because he was a boy. Even though he, unlike me, didn’t like being in the garage much and wasn’t all that interested in what dad was doing. Once he got to a certain age, dad started making him help and would drag him away from his actual interests for it, which lead to a lot of arguing and not much actual learning.
Gendered expectations sort of create doubles of children. There’s the real child with their actual personality, interests and behaviors, and then there’s the Gender Child.
My real brother hated soccer and team sports. The Gender Child that existed only the minds of the adults in his life enjoyed playing soccer because that’s what a Boy Child likes.
Growing up, I always felt like adults didn’t actually know me as a person and they weren’t interested in getting to know me. Because they felt they’d already learned everything there was to know about me when they were told “it’s a girl”.
When I talk about how I never got gifts I actually liked from my relatives (to this day I still don’t like getting gifts that aren’t something I picked out myself), it isn’t actually about the gifts themselves. I don’t even remember them. What I do remember is the feeling of being given gifts that were seemingly not bought with the real me in mind. They were for the Girl Child™️ version of me. The me that adults wanted me to be, not who I actually was.
Being gender non-conforming as a child and being neurodivergent are two very similar experiences. It’s a whole lot of failing to meet expectations and adults feeling like they have to “set you right” even if it’s against your will. Lots of yelling about parental disappointment and “why can’t you just be like normal kids”. Lots of making you doubt your own gut feeling.
It took me most of my 20s to figure out who I actually am if I’m not just trying to conform to expectations to avoid people getting mad and rejecting me. But at least I did it. Lots of people never do.
This is why I think it’s pointless when people debate whether masculinity is punished or encouraged in girl children.
Gender ideology (the actual cishet one that dominates most of our cultures) creates doppelgangers of us the moment we’re assigned a gender, thanks to ultrasound that now happens even before birth. “Oh he’s going to be a soccer player” was a common thing to say about assumed-male fetuses where I’m from. Nobody would have said that about a assumed-female fetus no matter how hard they may have kicked.
I also think this is why so many parents struggle with accepting their trans children’s real identities. Because often, you never were you to them. They never saw you for who you actually are. They saw you as Gender Child and by telling them “I’m actually not the gender you thought” you might have as well told them you killed the doppelganger they had been raising all this time and shall now replace them.
The hard to swallow pill here being that many parents would absolutely prefer to have kept the doppelganger over the real you. In fact, they might be fully convinced that you are the imposter and you killed their real child. Just like how people used to think children were stolen by fae and replaced by a changeling when they started showing autistic traits.
(This theory was inspired by the book Doppelganger by Naomi Klein that I recently finished and have been rotating in my brain ever since. It’s a good book. Read it.)
That post that’s like “Ummm thoughtcrimes don’t exist but most ppl who say that aren’t talking about thoughts they are literally TALKING about their thoughts and saying thoughts out loud is bad” is the whole reason we have to keep saying that thoughtcrimes don’t exist. Talking about things like your intrusive thoughts, urges, or desires is NOT actually the same as acting on them; thoughts are not something you can control and nobody deserves to be condemned for not suffering in silence because they’ve been convinced their thoughts are unspeakable. If you’re out here promoting acting like a cop about things that don’t even harm you or anyone else then maybe take yourself down to ur local sandwich shop cuz maybe you’ll be less of a cunt when you’re not hungry idk.
It’s EXTREMELY telling how many of you stopped supporting this after “intrusive thoughts” and completely ignored the bit about urges and desires. Not everything “unsavory” has to be excused because of “suffering from intrusive thoughts.” That’s true, some of us are also fucking freaks who unironically enjoy nasty things that others might find uncomfortable. People still deserve spaces to be nasty freaks and they still aren’t committing a crime just because you have a squick. This is why we have tags, blacklisting, and a block button. You don’t have to engage with anything that upsets you; we don’t have to bury our thoughts/feelings that aren’t broadly socially acceptable for you.
That post that’s like “Ummm thoughtcrimes don’t exist but most ppl who say that aren’t talking about thoughts they are literally TALKING about their thoughts and saying thoughts out loud is bad” is the whole reason we have to keep saying that thoughtcrimes don’t exist. Talking about things like your intrusive thoughts, urges, or desires is NOT actually the same as acting on them; thoughts are not something you can control and nobody deserves to be condemned for not suffering in silence because they’ve been convinced their thoughts are unspeakable. If you’re out here promoting acting like a cop about things that don’t even harm you or anyone else then maybe take yourself down to ur local sandwich shop cuz maybe you’ll be less of a cunt when you’re not hungry idk.
It’s EXTREMELY telling how many of you stopped supporting this after “intrusive thoughts” and completely ignored the bit about urges and desires. Not everything “unsavory” has to be excused because of “suffering from intrusive thoughts.” That’s true, some of us are also fucking freaks who unironically enjoy nasty things that others might find uncomfortable. People still deserve spaces to be nasty freaks and they still aren’t committing a crime just because you have a squick. This is why we have tags, blacklisting, and a block button. You don’t have to engage with anything that upsets you; we don’t have to bury our thoughts/feelings that aren’t broadly socially acceptable for you.
“Mortal, this is quite delicious! May I know what it is called?” You’re not sure what to be more concerned about: the fact that someone somehow smuggled garlic bread into the vampire lord’s estate, or that they’re doing just fine even after eating several slices of it.
you have to crouch and then press a to do a backflip
use whirlwind sprint
climb on the desk and double jump from there
hookshot to the ceilight lamp then move the pad back and forth to swing
Hang onto the tiny ledge on either side and shimmy across.
Fuckin triangle jump
Wallrun and jump to it
There’s a secret vine on the outside of the building that connects to the window and you open from there
There’s defiantly a secret switch somewhere to allow you to cross. Go and break as many objects as possible until you find the button!!
you’re just not thinking with portals.
They intended to dummy it out, but you can still access it if you strafe into the corner at the right angle. Doing this will bypass 3 nights of your stay and glitch out your room service to read 244 pizzas (the pizzas are actually infinite-use, the counter will not decrease).
Just go outside and punch the ground a couple times. Go back inside and build a noob tower up to the sitting area, it can’t be higher than 3, 4 blocks.
jump and then hit control
paint the entire wall and then just swim in the ink
Get a rocket launcher and shoot your feet
Build a remote-controlled sentry gun, aim at your feet while crouched, then fire the SECOND button.
It’s for spiderman, when he visits on vacation.
Press the switch to activate the ring path, then light speed dash
Flash step to the area.
First you need to get the spider ball, then there’s a hidden morph ball power outlet behind the front desk that activates a spider ball track. You can reveal the outlet using the x-ray visor. Getting up there will earn you an extra energy tank.
Pull the lever, Kronk.
You jump, pop a grenade below your feet, the blast carries you over
if you press jump shift and crouch all at the same time it glitches you to be able to walk on the wall over to the area
drink a monster-redbull-energade drink concoction and yeet yourself up with pure willpower
You just have to nerdpole up dummie
Ladder.
open the door while standing in the space of the open door, jump twice, and you’ll be able to get there
jump while crouched to do a bullet jump, should get you up there
You could use a couple spears, do a backflip, do an explosive jump, grapple worm, ascend yourself…
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