do you ever get so annoyed at everything that you start to get pissed off at even little things like a spoon clinking against a bowl or sounds of people talking
I think it’s called sensory overload. It’s really common in people with anxiety
it can also be a result of sleep deprivation, stress, or ever dehydration !!
Okay, but, that moment when Hardison immediately pays off the bartender to look the other way when Eliot starts wailing on Sterling and he and Parker just kinda lean into each other and ogle.
I think a lot of people forget that a library is a giant room filled with free awesome shit that you can take home and play with, no questions asked. just as long as you tell them you’re gonna, and remind them if you want to spend more time with the stuff.
I think the US library system should have a once a year advertising spree where they just have the phrase
“Libraries. Don’t forget: Things are free in here.”
this is ‘the villain helps the heroes take down a more evil villain’ trope come to life
*looks outside to see if pigs are flying*
if you told me a few years ago that I’d be reblogging a gifset of Mitt Romney, agreeing with every word he said, I would NOT have believed you.
Republicans and Democrats finally find common ground in mutual hatred of Donald Trump
It would have been more impressive if he and other Republicans did this before the RNC.
And not the “I disagree with Mr. Trump’s statements” bullshit they were doing before.
I lost what little respect remained for McCain when he endorsed him, and the huge amount of respect I had for Paul Ryan when he met with him after repeatingly saying he wouldn’t.
I feel bad for my Republican friends. They aren’t bad people, they just have different values and priorities than I. But here they are either being lumped in with the (long list of negative adjectives) Trump or having to see the rest of the GOP roll on their backs. They don’t have a Sanders or Clinton to get excited about. Don’t get someone with new ideas. They get gear mongering liars.
I hope Romney’s example is something we see more of: Republicans not just saying “it’s the Democrats fault” or using hyperbole and lies to rile up fear. Republicans who get up there, tell you their plans and stand up for the values they claim to believe.
Quick note: I know Democrats do some of the same things Republicans do. It drives me nuts.
For those of you feeling fed up with the neverending presidential campaign and wanting to step back and not participate, just know that judges are elected, and women like this will never get on the bench to defend and fix basic injustices in the criminal justice system from within if you don’t vote them in at the local level.
This is the Memorial to the Missing and contains over 50,000,000 pennies to represent the lives of each American child abandoned to abortion by a society and a culture that has embraced their destruction. We must prevent the need to add to this memorial. Take a stand. Get involved.
”How we treat the least of us defines us.”
“should I use this $500k to help struggling parents and pregnant people or should I put it in a glass box”
^ reblogged for the comment
“money that can be useful for victims of rape and abuse is sitting in a glass box to remind us how we care more about the ‘lives’ of unborn fetuses than the lives of homeless children”
donald trump supporters like the 70-year-old because he “has no filter.”
in exit poll after exit poll, republican primary voters have cited trump’s willingness to “tell it like it is” as a major reason — if not the predominant reason — why they voted for him.
what this actually seems to mean is that they appreciate his willingness to insult and degrade minorities without fear of reprisal.
he is not “telling it like it is.“
that would imply truthfulness — and require him to admit that violent crime rates are still lower than they’ve been in decades
that black people are not the biggest perpetrators of homicide against whites
that most undocumented mexican immigrants are not, in fact, rapists
and that islam — a religion that comprises 1.6 billion people worldwide — is not an existential threat to the u.s.
but that is not what trump and his supporters want.
they want carte blanche to express their bigotry without consequences, plain and simple.
and on july 21, when trump accepted the presidential nomination, the republicans made him the face of their party.
Along with everything else they are going through, the Mayor just announced that they will have NO GARBAGE PICK-UP UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!
This is cruel, deplorable treatment of human beings!
BEGINNING TOMORROW, please join me in calling the numbers below to demand additional Federal State of Emergency actions be immediately taken to aid the people of Flint. President Obama allocated $5million dollars on Jan 16 2016 - THEY NEED MUCH MORE THAN THAT! They still don’t have safe water. Their health problems are mounting. They are in dire conditions.
Governor Snyder: 517-373-3400 | DC Office: 202-624-5840
MI Atty General Bill Schute: 517-373-1110
U.S. Department of Homeland Security: 202-282-8000
P L E A S E . S H A R E !
There’s now an interim agreement with the city’s old service provider through the 12th while the courts work out the tug-of-war between the mayor’s recommended contract award and the city council’s decision.
I’ve had people ask me how I can support my daughter transitioning “at her age,” and how I can support her making such life-changing decisions at her age.
And my answer is and always will be the same:
Because in our first transition therapy session, when she was asked what her goals were for herself and her life, my daughter said: “I want to be one of the 40 percent of trans women who don’t attempt suicide.”
That was the first thing she said. Her first goal. That was her priority. To be one of the ones who DON’T try to kill themselves.
And if that doesn’t tell you every damn thing you need to know about why - I mean other than loving her unconditionally and respecting her right to determine who she is - I support her transition fully and without reservation, then I can’t help you.
The world is against her. I refuse to be.
note: yes, I do have her express permission to post this. TERFs/TWERFs/anti-trans rhetoric will be blocked without response.
I appreciate being called an awesome parent but let me be clear: I think this is the BARE MINIMUM of ACCEPTABLE parenting. I don’t think I’m an awesome parent for this stance. I think that this stance on its own makes me a baseline okay parent.
Under no circumstances should your acceptance of your child and protecting them from WANTING TO KILL THEMSELVES be anything other than the bare minimum standard of parenting. I don’t deserve a medal for this stance. It’s like giving a Best Person award to someone who is breathing. You meet the standards for alive. That’s not worthy of praise.
Understand that I wrote this post because every time I remember her saying that, it takes the breath from my lungs. Understand that she was so depressed before she came out to us that I was afraid that I would find her dead one day because I couldn’t figure out why she was so sad all the time, and she swore she wasn’t being bullied. I didn’t know how to fix it. I was scared for her safety. Remembering it now makes me cry. Asking her about it made me sob. It’s TERRIFYING.
But I’m not a superhero. I feel that I meet the bare minimum of acceptable parenting for taking this stance. And we should promote that idea, that this stance is the only acceptable one. That anything less is just shitty, unacceptable parenting, and might even be child abuse.
“How can you support kids transitioning?”
Because I trust them to know themselves, and I want them to have a better life than I did. It’s really that simple.
When I say that we have to utterly reject, humiliate, defeat, and destry Donald Trump, and the movement he leads and represents, this is what I’m talking about.
In third grade, my class read Lois Lowry’s Number the Stars, a book about a gentile girl in Denmark who helps her Jewish friend, Ellen, escape the Nazis.
This was the first time I had encountered a Jewish character in a mainstream setting alongside my gentile friends (I had read books from our synagogue library, but nobody from school had any familiarity with those stories). I was so excited to have my friends interested in a narrative with a Jewish character that I volunteered myself to be Ellen in their make-believe recreations of the story at recess, letting them “hide” me from the Nazis everyday at recess for weeks on end.
That’s right: I had such little representation as a young Jewish child that I willingly participated in a game that simulated my people’s own genocide, just so that I could play the role of a Jewish character with my friends.
And I just wonder…how many other Jewish kids out there have unwittingly done the same? How many black kids over the years have pretended to be runaway slaves? How many marginalised children have reenacted the worst moments from their histories because we never got to see ourselves in stories about anything but our own oppression? How many?
My
dad makes enough in each month’s ad revenues to take my mom out for a
nice lunch. Making the clips is a lot of work. The two of them test each
recipe a half-dozen times before committing it to film. Dad is behind
the camera and editing the footage; it’s usually my mom’s hands
demonstrating. They don’t speak in the videos. They say they’re
embarrassed by their spoken English and feel more comfortable using
onscreen text, in Chinese and English, for instruction. Writing and
translating this adds several more hours of work.
“Why?” I asked during one of our weekly phone conversations. “Do you want a show on the Food Network or something?”
“You
really want to know?” my dad asked in Chinese. “Your mom’s
great-grandmother used to cook amazing Shanghainese food for her. She
would dream about it. But when your mom was finally old enough to ask
for the recipes, her great-grandmother had already developed dementia.
She couldn’t even remember cooking those dishes. The only thing your mom
had left was the memory of her taste. We’re afraid that if you wanted
to eat your childhood dishes, and one day we’re both no longer around,
you wouldn’t know how to cook it.”
This is a post aimed at me and other people who constantly fall into guilt spirals over all the things they can’t do, and feel they should somehow magically be able to do anyway.
For me, and for the others, this is a gentle reminder:
- Posts asking for monetary donations are speaking to people who have money. Not your broke ass, still worrying how to buy food next month.
- Posts asking you to care about [extreme injustice of the day] are speaking to people who have energy to care. Not you, hanging onto your sanity by the fingernails.
And, most importantly: posts telling you that you are horrible/cheap/awful/rude/unworthy/unlikable if you don’t pay/reblog/signal boost/care? Those posts can fucking die in a fire.
TL;DR: Posts asking for shit you are not physically or mentally able to give?
Flint Mayor Karen Weaver’s office issued a July 30 statement announcing that the city no longer has trash service and garbage will not be picked up starting Monday.
“Due to the circumstances, there will be no trash pick-up in the city starting this Monday, Aug. 1, 2016,” said the statement sent by Flint spokeswoman Kristin Moore. “Until a new agreement is officially in place, we ask the residents not set their trash out at the curb to prevent animals from disturbing it and make the situation worse.”
The announcement comes after the city’s contract with Republic Services expired on July 29 at 5 p.m. The trash contract has been an ongoing dispute since June when the Flint City Council voted against Weaver’s recommendation to award a $17.5-million-trash contract to Rizzo Environmental Services.
[…]
Weaver later vetoed the council’s decision to renew a contract with Republic and the council voted to override her decision.
Council President Kerry Nelson said the decision to end trash services are “exclusively the decision of Mayor Karen Weaver.”
This is what state sponsored genocide looks like.
Trash pickup is actually used as a weapon in other communities under siege; it is used to reduce the humanity of the residents, while exposing them to unsanitary conditions that can lead to disease transmission, all the while allowing their foes to point at them and say, “look at how filthy those animals are.” This is adding insult to injury.
^^^^^
So they can’t move, they don’t have clean water and now they don’t have trash pickup? What are they trying to do to these people?
It’s hard to remember these days, but just a few years ago, everybody loved Hillary Rodham Clinton. When she stepped down as US secretary of state in January 2013 after four years in office, her approval rating stood at what the Wall Street Journal described as an “eye-popping” 69%. That made her not only the most popular politician in the country, but the second-most popular secretary of state since 1948.
The 2012 “Texts from Hillary” meme, which featured a sunglasses-clad Clinton scrolling through her Blackberry aboard a military flight to Libya, had given rise to a flood of think pieces hailing her “badass cool.” The Washington Post wanted president Barack Obama to give vice president Joe Biden the boot andreplace him with Clinton. Taking stock of Clinton’s approval ratings, Nate Silver noted in a 2012 piece for the New York Times that she currently held “remarkably high numbers for a politician in an era when many public officials are distrusted or disliked.”
How times have changed. “The FBI And 67 Percent of Americans Distrust Hillary Clinton,” booms a recent headline in the Huffington Post. Clinton’s favorability ratings currently hoveraround 40.8%. Bob Woodward complains that “there is something unrelaxed about the way she is communicating.” “Hillary’s personality repels me,” Walker Bragman writes in Salon.
How can we reconcile the “unlikable” Democratic presidential candidate of today with the adored politician of recent history? It’s simple: Public opinion of Clinton has followed a fixed pattern throughout her career. Her public approval plummets whenever she applies for a new position. Then it soars when she gets the job. The wild difference between the way we talk about Clinton when she campaigns and the way we talk about her when she’s in office can’t be explained as ordinary political mud-slinging. Rather, the predictable swings of public opinion reveal Americans’ continued prejudice against women caught in the act of asking for power.
We beg Clinton to run, and then accuse her of feeling “entitled” to win. Several feminist writers have analyzed the Clinton yo-yo. Melissa McEwan sees a deliberate pattern of humiliation, which involves “building [Clinton] up and pressuring her to take on increasingly prominent public challenges, only to immediately turn on her and unleash breathtaking misogyny against her when she steps up to the plate.”
If you find this hypothesis unlikely, there’s Ann Friedman’s explanation: Clinton makes people uncomfortable by succeeding too visibly. Clinton is trapped in “the catch-22 of female ambition,” Friedman writes: “To succeed, she needs to be liked, but to be liked, she needs to temper her success.”
Yet it seems odd that even when Clinton ascends to ever-greater positions of power—from first lady to senator, from senator to secretary of state—we start liking her again once she’s landed the job. It’s not her success that seems to arouse ire, but the act of campaigning itself.
This issue is not specific to Clinton. As Slate writer Jamelle Bouie has pointed out on Twitter, even progressive demigod Elizabeth Warren was seen as “unlikable” when she ran for the Massachusetts senate seat. Local outlets published op-eds about how women were being “turned off” by Warren’s “know-it-all style”—a framing that’s indistinguishable from 2016 Clinton coverage. “I’m asking her to be more authentic,” a Democratic analyst for Boston radio station WBUR said of Warren. “I want her to just sound like a human being, not read the script that makes her sound like some angry, hectoring school marm.”
SPARTA, Ga. — When the deputy sheriff’s patrol cruiser pulled up beside him as he walked down Broad Street at sunset last August, Martee Flournoy, a 32-year-old black man, was both confused and rattled. He had reason: In this corner of rural Georgia, African-Americans are arrested at a rate far higher than that of whites.
But the deputy had not come to arrest Mr. Flournoy. Rather, he had come to challenge Mr. Flournoy’s right to vote.
The majority-white Hancock County Board of Elections and Registration was systematically questioning the registrations of more than 180 black Sparta citizens — a fifth of the city’s registered voters — by dispatching deputies with summonses commanding them to appear in person to prove their residence or lose their voting rights. “When I read that letter, I was kind of nervous,” Mr. Flournoy said in an interview. “I didn’t know what to do.”
The board’s aim, a lawsuit later claimed, was to give an edge to white candidates in Sparta’s municipal elections — and that November, a white mayoral candidate won a narrow victory.
Boyfriend: I... I don't even know the story that well babe, I can't even say xD
Me:Okay so
Me:Poseidon gives a bull to King Minos, the best and shiniest bull you ever saw, and he's like "You can have this, but only if you promise to sacrifice it to me later" and Minos is like "Sure yeah okay man whatever" so Poseidon sends this bestest bull ever galloping up out of the salty sea spray, and everyone standing around is like "Hot fuck look at that bull" And Minos agrees, and he likes the bull SO much he decides to just quietly sort of...keep it. And he does kill a bull for Poseidon but it's one of his own, lame normal bulls, and Poseidon's no pushover so of course he notices.
Me:Poseidon is also notoriously easily angered, and he's royal pissed about this, so he comes up with one of the most devious punishments ever, and he infects Minos' wife Pasiphae with a desperate, DESPERATE thirst for the bull. Like she can think of nothing but getting some of that hot Bull D.
Boyfriend:..........Thefuck.
Me: But it's hard to convince a bull, especially a divinely spawned bull, to fuck you if you are in fact not a cow but a human queen, so she comes up with a plan
Boyfriend:I thought some god comes down in bull form and fucks her??
Me: Ohh, no no no, that's the much much more tame story of Europa, who has sex with Zeus in bull form. This is different
Me:She goes to the best inventor she knows, Daedalus, and she's like "I need this bull to fuck me I NEED IT" and Daedalus is like "That's really weird maybe you should talk to someone" and she's like "I am talking to you and I am your queen so you better fucking make this happen for me I am going to peel my own skin off if I don't get some bull dick ASAP. But he doesn't want me because I am not fat, four-legged, and mooing."
Boyfriend: Oh..... oh no.
Me: So Daedalus shrugs, probably shudders a little, and builds the prettiest, most fuckable wooden cow a bull ever saw, but he makes it hollow, presumably with some openings in some awkward places.
Boyfriend: OH GOD. NO.
Me:So Pasiphae puts this monstrosity in the field with the bull, climbs in it, and waits. And Daedalus really is a skilled inventor, and he apparently knows what a bull likes, because Pasiphae finally gets the hot bull loving she's been dreaming of
Boyfriend: I........ I need an aspirin. That is disgusting.
Me: Only she apparently hasn't been tracking her cycles, because she gets pregnant, and births the minotaur and King Minos is like "What the fuck?" and Pasiphae is like "Honey I need to tell you something"
Me:And that is how it happened
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