It's not like winning an election makes the members of the opposing party go away. Yes, I'm personally ridiculously liberal. This doesn't mean that I don't understand that the president is going to have to be some flavor of centrist.
She’d get to know each individual senator as a person, find some area where they weren’t shitty human beings, and talk them across party lines.
Her partnerships were deemed so successful … that Karl Rove, according to a source close to him, sent word last year to halt Republican cooperation with her—an edict that has been ignored.
As the atmosphere in Washington has deteriorated, Clinton has emerged within the Senate as the unlikeliest of figures: she, not George W. Bush, has turned out to be a uniter, not a divider.
She walks softly but carries the biggest sticks. This is going to be great”
Why I would pull my hair in frustration every time a Bernie voter pointed out that she was friendly with or supported by a bigot or republican. You do realize that Republicans are basically your -coworkers- when you’re in the senate, right?
That leaders of bigoted special interest groups have an impact on our country whether someone meets with them & tries to reel them in or just leaves them to their own hateful devices.
Hillary Clinton would AT LEAST meet up with these people to let them know she had her eye on them, and at most to get them to do the most progressive thing they were capable of.
“As it stands now, the F-35 would need to run away from combat and have other planes come to its rescue, since it ‘will need support to locate and avoid modern threats, acquire targets, and engage formations of enemy fighter aircraft due to outstanding performance deficiencies and limited weapons carriage available (i.e., two bombs and two air-to-air missiles).’”
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Dab Grazier and Mandy Smithberger, War Is Boring
My friends : the F-35, the most expensive weapon system the US has ever bought. The only problem is … it doesn’t work. At all.
Remember this, when you hear politicians say that we can’t afford things like healthcare for all Americans.
This is important to remember. While Freud played a crucial role in the development of modern psychology and therapy, his theories were all untestable at best and rampagingly sexist at worst. He had absolutely no empirical data and his theories, while very thought out, are complete bullshit. It is good to learn about him and his theories to have a basis for understanding modern psychology, but under no circumstances should his work be applied to anything beyond a historical and academic perspective.
I am so thankful for this post
Freud was a coked up sexist asshole who projected all his issues on other people
Sometimes a freud is just a fraud
Freud discredited himself in later years
That is a critical thing to understand about Freud. The first person to systematically rip apart his theories and debunk them critical and serious manner was Freud himself.
Which is an incredibly brave thing to do even in academia, and sadly one which rarely gets the respect it deserves.
GUESS WHAT’S STILL BEING TAUGHT LIKE IT’S A VALID THING IN MEDICAL SCHOOL
MEDICAL. FUCKING. SCHOOL
and guess which prof got suuuuuper mad when I was like “ah yes excuse me this is horseshit”
how i always think writing will go: okay i’ve plotted out everything, i just need to write the actions that fit together. which is hard, but i’ve planned well enough that i can get through this chapter if i just keep at it
how writing actually ends up going: i have a plot hole because of soup
Lauer wastes time making statements that aren’t actually questions about a matter that has been settled by the FBI, the GOP-lead committee that’s been investigating it forEVER, and has been covered to fucking DEATH by TV news, but when he finally got to the foreign policy questions THE FUCKING THING WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT, he interrupted Hillary Clinton every single time she was talking.
So, without providing that context, CNN spins it as her being “unwilling to abide by time constraints.”
They have to find some way to reach for equivalence, even (usually) when they have to invent it. Trump lied repeatedly, spoke about a classified briefing, and contradicted himself throughout the whole thing. But Hillary Clinton was defensive, so that’s the same thing. Maybe the “controversy” around Trump will overshadow that. Maybe.
Also, sexism. Men *constantly* interrupt women and won’t let them finish a sentence, then turn around and accuse women of talking too much.
i hate when ppl say shit like BUT ANTIDEPRESSANTS ALTER YOUR BRAIN FUNCTION UNNATURALLY READ UP ON IT NURGGHH like yeah, youre right, they force it to produce serotonin so i can function, similar to how i take thyroxine bc my thyroid doesnt fucking make the right shit, similar to how people with diabetes take insulin, similar to how people with low iron take iron supplements, you thin slice of nutloaf
do you yell at people for eating food bc their body doesnt just naturally photosynthesize energy on its own
I don't know if this is American Gothic, exactly, but I know what they're getting at. It's kind of like Airportland. Like if you close your eyes for a second you'll slip from one city to another. But neither one of them will actually have names.
Who wants to hear about the time my dad turned down a loan offer for Donald Trump, and Trump threw a total shit fest in the media?
Am really curious now.
Ok so when I lived in Texas my dad worked for this big finance company. One day Donald Trump/his people came to the building and were like “Hey! We want a loan! Sign this thing!” (For whatever reason they were building a casino, I think? I don’t know where or how it was legal but yeah) And everyone at my dad’s business was like ey it’s Donald Trump, why not. Except my dad. He looked over the loan’s terms and was like “Guys no this is not a good idea” so he went to his boss, who looked at it further and decided “Oh hey, you have a good point” so my dad’s team decided not to give Trump the loan. When the group’s decision had been reached, they notified Trump, who proceeded to go fucking ballistic. Trump called up the CEO of the company and was like “YOUR DUMB ASS EMPLOYEES WONT GIVE ME THIS LOAN” and at this point my dad and his boss were making crosses over their hearts because good lord were they gonna get fired. But the CEO looked at the loan’s terms and said “hey dude, I totally agree with what my employees said, and I’m gonna stick with their decision” And Trump threw this MAJOR SHIT STORM and got all over the media, calling out the company, telling them that he’s gonna get an even better deal at some other company. And my dad’s CEO was just like lol have fun. Trump never got a better deal and then his casino went out of business and my dad and his boss didn’t get fired and have really good jobs now. The End.
Moral of the story? Don’t give Donald Trump what he asks for and you’ll keep your job, your money and your integrity. In addition you get to watch a blowhard blow hard.
Right? Only? When I read this book in the first grade it felt like she was ancient. But damn less than 60 years ago schools were still segregated
I double checked her age in case this was an old post still floating around tumblr, but it is correct. She turned 62 yesterday (9/8/16).
Excuse me while I go try to wrap my mind around this now…
“I was taking a law school admissions test in a big classroom at Harvard. My friend and I were some of the only women in the room. I was feeling nervous. I was a senior in college. I wasn’t sure how well I’d do. And while we’re waiting for the exam to start, a group of men began to yell things like: ‘You don’t need to be here.’ And ‘There’s plenty else you can do.’ It turned into a real ‘pile on.’ One of them even said: ‘If you take my spot, I’ll get drafted, and I’ll go to Vietnam, and I’ll die.’ And they weren’t kidding around. It was intense. It got very personal. But I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t afford to get distracted because I didn’t want to mess up the test. So I just kept looking down, hoping that the proctor would walk in the room. I know that I can be perceived as aloof or cold or unemotional. But I had to learn as a young woman to control my emotions. And that’s a hard path to walk. Because you need to protect yourself, you need to keep steady, but at the same time you don’t want to seem ‘walled off.’ And sometimes I think I come across more in the ‘walled off’ arena. And if I create that perception, then I take responsibility. I don’t view myself as cold or unemotional. And neither do my friends. And neither does my family. But if that sometimes is the perception I create, then I can’t blame people for thinking that.”
In my law school, in 2010, a male student demanded why women were taking up the slots and jobs that should be filled by men with families to support. My class was less than 30% female.
A male judge in a trial advocacy tournament told me to tone down my cross-examination, that I couldn’t afford to come off as a “bitch.” He let my male opponent verbally shred his witness.
In high school, a judge at my forensics tournament told me I’d gotten a better score than my female competitors because I had a lower, more masculine voice and it was more pleasant to listen to.
In middle school, a male math teacher in an accelerated spatial reasoning course told the class that girls’ brains weren’t developed for spatial reasoning the way boys’ were, and that we wouldn’t do as well as the boys. I got a B+ in that class–the lowest grade I ever got in middle and high school.
But I went to law school because women like Hillary Rodham paved the way. I became a lawyer because women like her fought and argued and proved their–our–worth. I’ve been lucky to have amazing opportunities and challenges in my career, but it’s due to my foremothers that I ever got this far.
I have long said that in order for any comedy to truly succeed as a story, there has to be meat beneath the jokes. There has to be that moment when it is not funny any more.
"Donald Trump, a rooster who wandered into the house and has to be restrained beneath a metal wastebasket," Please, PLEASE tell me that someone on the internet is archiving the various "Donald Trump," descriptors. People are putting a lot of creativity into these, and it would be a shame to lose them to the void.
Donald Trump, a rooster who wandered into the house and has to be restrained beneath a metal wastebasket, was recently given two classified intelligence briefings. If that thought fills you with panic, it’s because you correctly predicted what happened next: he’s talking about them.
Ok so Rebecca Black was a 13 year old Latina girl who got scammed by a company that preyed on girls like her. They promised to help kids with dreams get a singing career but instead just took their money, like college fund level money, and made terrible music videos like a vanity press for aspiring singers.
Basically they made their money taking advantage of kids, promising them they’d be famous just like their favorite teen idol and maybe get to meet and perform with them once they were famous too, and conning their loving parents into paying out tons of money for nothing.
Rebecca Black was different than other kids because the video she got was so bad it went viral. The company she worked with did everything wrong, even auto tuning a kid with a decent voice until she sounded like a robot. She was a teenage girl who is trusted an adult who promises he’s a music expert and in the end not only did the company take her money with no intention of actually helping her get anyway where, she became a national joke and the target of bullying online and IRL along with the friends she’d invited to be the video with her. (I’m talking death threats)
Because making fun of girls, right?
On the bright side the song was catchy and the parody value made it and Rebecca famous, but the scam company wanted all the money off of it. So now the one time their company didn’t just cause parents and teens to lose money, they were hell bent on robbing a freaking middle schooler.
That’s why it’s so great to see her have a hit single at 19. To show the world and everyone who laughed at her or treated her like a joke (and that probably includes the people who scammed her and made the Friday video, then tried to rob her once it went viral) that the jokes not on her. She has talent and she’s going to make it!
Seriously, a strong part of the reason I'm not a Christian has to do with actual Christians who insist they (and everybody else) HAVE to "live by the book," and then spend inordinate amounts of time and energy "proving" that the words in the book don't mean what the words in the book say.
A late night interpretation of Jesus’ thoughts about rich people by Sensitive Mark.
While we’re at it, don’t forget that one time that Jesus saw predatory lending practices going down in the temple and he actually got violent.
Yes. Jesus got violent. Over predatory lending practices.
Throwing tables and threatening people with a whip. Jesus was super pissed.
And that part is consistent across all four of the Gospels. Mathew, Mark, Luke, and John vary in a lot of places, but they’re consistent on the money changers story.
Also, the paintings that this inspired are pretty rad.
99% of the time, Jesus was all “love thy neighbor” and “turn the other cheek” and “if someone asks you to walk a mile with them, walk two,” but where usury was concerned, he’d straight up kick your ass.
Jesus: “Be chill. We should all be chill. But also don’t lend money to people and charge them ridiculously high interest rates. Don’t do that. Especially not when people borrow money for the purpose of doing the right thing and making themselves better people. I really fucking hate that. Seriously, just don’t.”
*smashcut to 2016*
Me, living in a society that is intrinsically founded upon Christian doctrine and beliefs: “Student loan debt and credit card interest rates, am I right?”
We usually see “elephants”—or “wolves” or “killer whales” or “chimps” or
“ravens” and so on—as interchangeable representatives of their kind.
But the instant we focus on individuals, we see an elephant named Echo
with exceptional leadership qualities; we see wolf 755 struggling to
survive the death of his mate and exile from his family; we see a lost
and lonely killer whale named Luna who is humorous and stunningly
gentle. We see individuality. It’s a fact of life. And it runs deep.
Very deep.
Individuality
is the frontier of understanding non-human animals. But for decades, the
idea was forbidden territory. Scientists who stepped out of bounds
faced withering scorn from colleagues. Jane Goodall experienced just
that. After her first studies of chimpanzees, she enrolled as a doctoral
student at Cambridge. There, as she later recalled in National
Geographic, “It was a bit shocking to be told I’d done everything wrong.
Everything. I shouldn’t have given them names. I couldn’t talk about
their personalities, their minds or their feelings.” The orthodoxy was:
those qualities are unique to humans.
But these
decades later we are realizing that Goodall was right; humans are not
unique in having personalities, minds and feelings. And if she’d given
the chimpanzees numbers instead of names?—their individual personalities
would still have shined.
“If ever there
was a perfect wolf,” says Yellowstone biologist Rick McIntyre, “It was
Twenty-one. He was like a fictional character. But real.” McIntyre has watched free-living wolves for
more hours than anyone, ever.
Even from a
distance Twenty-one’s big-shouldered profile was recognizable. Utterly
fearless in defense of his family, Twenty-one had the size, strength,
and agility to win against overwhelming odds. “On two occasions, I saw
Twenty-one take on six attacking wolves—and rout them all,” Rick says.
“Watching him felt like seeing something that looked supernatural. Like
watching a Bruce Lee movie. I’d be thinking, ‘A wolf can’t do what I am
watching this wolf do.’” Watching Twenty-one, Rick elaborates, “was like
watching Muhammad Ali or Michael Jordan—a one-of-a-kind talent outside
of ‘normal.’”
Twenty-one was a
superwolf. Uniquely, he never lost a fight and he never killed any
defeated opponent. And yet Twenty-one was “remarkably gentle” with the
members of his pack. Immediately after making a kill he would often walk
away and nap, allowing family members who’d had nothing to do with the
hunt eat their fill.
One
of Twenty-one’s favorite things was to wrestle little pups. “And what
he really loved to do,” Rick adds, “was pretend to lose. He just got a
huge kick out of it.” Here was this great big male wolf. And he’d let
some little wolf jump on him and bite his fur. “He’d just fall on his
back with his paws in the air,” Rick half-mimes. “And the
triumphant-looking little one would be standing over him with his tail
wagging.
“The ability to
pretend,” Rick adds, “shows that you understand how your actions are
perceived by others. I’m sure the pups knew what was going on, but it
was a way for them to learn how it feels to conquer something much
bigger than you. And that kind of confidence is what wolves need every
day of their hunting lives.”
In Twenty-one’s
life, there was a particular male, a sort of roving Casanova, a
continual annoyance. He was strikingly good-looking, had a big
personality, and was always doing something interesting. “The best
single word is ‘charisma,’” says Rick. “Female wolves were happy to mate
with him. People absolutely loved him. Women would take one look at
him—they didn’t want you to say anything bad about him. His
irresponsibility and infidelity; it didn’t matter.”
One day,
Twenty-one discovered this Casanova among his daughters. Twenty-one ran
in, caught him, biting and pinning him to the ground. Other pack members
piled in, beating Casanova up. “Casanova was also big,” Rick says, “but
he was a bad fighter.” Now he was totally overwhelmed; the pack was
finally killing him.
“Suddenly
Twenty-one steps back. Everything stops. The pack members are looking at
Twenty-one as if saying, ‘Why has Dad stopped?’” The Casanova wolf
jumped up and—as always—ran away.
After
Twenty-one’s death, Casanova briefly became the Druid pack’s alpha male.
But, Rick recalled: “He doesn’t know what to do, just not a leader
personality.” And although it’s very rare, his year-younger brother
deposed him. “His brother had a much more natural alpha personality.”
Casanova didn’t mind; it meant he was free to wander and meet other
females. Eventually Casanova and several young Druid males met some
females and they all formed the Blacktail pack. “With them,” Rick
remembers, “he finally became the model of a responsible alpha male and a
great father.”
The personality of a wolf ‘matriarch’ also helps shape the
whole pack. Wolf Seven was the dominant female in her pack. But you
could watch Seven for days and say, ‘I think she’s in charge,’ because
she led subtly, by example. Wolf Forty, totally different; she led with
an iron fist. Exceptionally aggressive, Forty had done something unheard
of: actually deposed her own mother.
For three
years, Forty ruled the Druid pack tyrannically. A pack member who stared
a moment too long would find herself slammed to the ground, Forty’s
bared canines poised above her neck. Yellowstone research director Doug
Smith recalls, “Throughout her life she was fiercely committed to always
having the upper hand, far more so than any other wolf we’ve observed.”
Forty heaped her worst abuse on her same-age sister. Because this sister
lived under Forty’s brutal oppression, she earned the name Cinderella.
One year
Cinderella split from the main pack and dug a den to give birth. Shortly
after she finished the den, her sister arrived and delivered one of her
infamous beatings. Cinderella just took it, as always. No one ever saw
any pups at that den.
The next year,
Cinderella, Forty, and a low-ranking sister all gave birth in dens dug
several miles apart. New wolf mothers nurse and guard constantly; they
rely on pack members for food. That year, few pack members visited the
bad-tempered alpha. Cinderella, though, found herself well assisted at
her den by several sisters.
Six weeks after
giving birth, Cinderella and several attending pack members headed out,
away from her den—and stumbled into the queen herself. Forty
immediately attacked Cinderella with was, even for her, exceptional
ferocity. She then turned her fury onto another of her sisters who’d
been accompanying Cinderella, giving her a beating too. Then as dusk
settled in, Forty headed toward Cinderella’s den. Only the wolves saw
what happened next, but Doug Smith and Rick McIntyre pieced together
what went down.
Unlike the
previous year, this time Cinderella wasn’t about to remain passive or
let her sister reach her den and her six-week-old pups. Near the den a
fight erupted. There were at least four wolves, and Forty had earned no
allies among them.
At dawn, Forty
was down by the road covered in blood, and her wounds included a neck
bite so bad that her spine was visible. Her long-suffering sisters had,
in effect, cut her throat. She died. It was the only time researchers
have ever known a pack to kill its own alpha. Forty was an
extraordinarily abusive individual. The sisters’ decision, outside the
box of wolf norms, was: mutiny. Remarkable.
But Cinderella
was just getting started. She adopted her dead sister’s entire brood.
And she also welcomed her low-ranking sister and her pups. And so that
was the summer that the Druid Peak pack raised an unheard-of twenty-one
wolf pups together in a single den.
Out from under Forty’s brutal reign, Cinderella developed into the
pack’s finest hunter. She later went on to become the benevolent
matriarch of the Geode Creek pack. Goes to show: a wolf, as many a
human, may have talents and abilities that wither or flower depending on
which way their luck breaks.
“Cinderella was
the finest kind of alpha female,” Rick McIntyre says. “Cooperative,
returning favors by sharing with the other adult females, inviting her
sister to bring her pups together with her own while also raising her
vanquished sister’s pups—. She set a policy of acceptance and cohesion.”
She was, Rick says, “perfect for helping everyone get along really
well.”
like in all fairness, fuck victor frankenstein ,, but tbh if i’d spent a shit ton of time on something and it didn’t turn out exactly how i wanted, i too would go to bed and let the situation go completely out of control, resulting in a body count and vengeance arc, honestly
She’s quite pretty and cute (that’s why she’s called Bajadera like the Croatian sweet cookie) and also quite old (about 11-13 cos she’s a rescue cat and we are not sure how really old she is. She might be 20 :P).
So she loved spending time in our bathtub. That was her absolutely fav place even if bathtub was old and ugly and I hated it. This July we had a major bathroom renovation and the bathtub had to go. Now we have a very nice, shiny shower.
Bajadera doesn’t like the shower (even if it’s so cool!).
But… she likes the new sink. My absolutely perfect, pretty, square sink I chose myself.
She probably thinks we put it in the bathroom especially for her…
You can just imagine how my absolutely perfect, pretty sink looks like after she eventually leaves it. Full of hair, bits of cat litter etc.
We tried everything:
Putting water in it? Bajadera was so happy, she loves water and getting wet (and then everything else at home was wet)
Putting some towels? She thought we gave her a new blanket.
I was getting desperate, because my absolutely perfect, pretty sink wasn’t THAT perfect anymore (also now washing hands is quite an adventure, because when you remove the cat from the sink, the cat is back there before you turn around and assists you with your washing).
So my mum said we should put something bigger in the sink. Maybe a ball?
We did it.
Then there was a 15 minutes drama
Bajadera was walking around and complaining VERY LOUDLY what she thinks of us.
But then… then she decided she cannot be the selfish cat. And maybe the ball also loves the sink?
And Bajadera decided to share
ANY OTHER IDEA HOW CAN I GET MY SINK BACK AND DON’T HAVE TO WASH MY HANDS IN THE SHOWER????!!!!
THE TALE OF THE CAT AND HER NEW BEST FRIEND, MISTER SOCCER BALL.
“I’m not Barack Obama. I’m not Bill Clinton. Both of them carry themselves with a naturalness that is very appealing to audiences. But I’m married to one and I’ve worked for the other, so I know how hard they work at being natural. It’s not something they just dial in. They work and they practice what they’re going to say. It’s not that they’re trying to be somebody else. But it’s hard work to present yourself in the best possible way. You have to communicate in a way that people say: ‘OK, I get her.’ And that can be more difficult for a woman. Because who are your models? If you want to run for the Senate, or run for the Presidency, most of your role models are going to be men. And what works for them won’t work for you. Women are seen through a different lens. It’s not bad. It’s just a fact. It’s really quite funny. I’ll go to these events and there will be men speaking before me, and they’ll be pounding the message, and screaming about how we need to win the election. And people will love it. And I want to do the same thing. Because I care about this stuff. But I’ve learned that I can’t be quite so passionate in my presentation. I love to wave my arms, but apparently that’s a little bit scary to people. And I can’t yell too much. It comes across as ‘too loud’ or ‘too shrill’ or ‘too this’ or ‘too that.’ Which is funny, because I’m always convinced that the people in the front row are loving it.”
