Preserve their habitat, so your grandkids can see Dory-fish too.
Please please PLEASE don’t buy any blue tangs, clown fish, or any other fish/invertebrates in these movies. If you really want to see these pretty fish, there are many established aquariums which house some local and tropical fishes in well kept homes.
Also saying this because there is apparently a sea otter in the movie, but DO NOT APPROACH SEA OTTERS. They might look cute, but they are CRITICALLY ENDANGERED, and disturbing it can potentially cause it to waste precious energy fleeing from you; energy it needs to grow, maintain body heat, forage, and what not. It is also ILLEGAL in the United States to harass a marine mammal.
If you really love the animals in this movie, protect them and their homes.
when people defend the “Cis white guy is default” thing like “He’s meant to be an everyman we can all relate to and project on!” kindly remind them the largest ethnic group in the WORLD is Han Chinese and the highest gender percentage fluctuates so if you want an ACTUAL “default” you want a 40 year old chinese person whose gender changes from year to year.
1) If you’re going to do this, don’t do it on anon. Religious conversion at best should be a conversation between people who know one another, not some random message to a bunch of folks you don’t know.
2) I grew up Catholic. Which, if you’d just engaged me like a person, you’d know. You don’t, however, so you come across as insincere and just doing this by rote and without any real interest in me. That’s counterproductive and uncool.
3) EVERYONE in the western world has heard the frigging Gospel. It’s on every goddamned channel in every market, half the news stories, most of the rest of the media. The condescending way people say this, like, oh gosh, I must have missed this particular story, the subject of hundreds and thousands of books, TV shows, movies, podcasts, whatever, directly or allegorically… look, it’s really insulting.
4) I’ll be interested in organized religion when they get their house in order. Between the hoarding of wealth, the celebration of class differences (do not get me started on prosperity churches), the abuse of children – physical, verbal, sexual, all different ways, the demonization of folks who are just trying to live their lives… nope. Y’all have no right to give yourself any kind of moral high ground until you address this shit. (Some churches have their local house in order, fine, but if you’re Christian you’re still tied to this shit.)
5) The Church I grew up in was actually great. But if you don’t know that I was in a church, you don’t know if I have trauma from a church. Blind things like this can traumatize or make folks feel unsafe if they’ve got an ugly connection to a christian church. And y’know what? There are a TON of kids who do, especially queer and trans kids. You are potentially hurting people with this. Don’t.
People of faith, I respect you. Do your thing, go to your churches and whatever. But you come into my frigging house, obviously knowing nothing, with zero interest in engaging me, and you just look like an insincere, uncaring jerk.
The focus on the lead crisis in Flint has chiefly centered on the long-term effects of lead on developing minds. But lead does more than affect the ability to reason. It’s effects are widespread.
Lead is a poison that affects virtually every system in the body. It is particularly harmful to the developing brain and nervous system of fetuses and young children.
Studies suggest even low levels of lead exposure can hurt a fetus’ development in the womb. And for months now, the state health department has been looking into whether the Flint water crisis caused problems with pregnancies.
Meanwhile, researchers at Hurley Medical Center are investigating whether the lead in the water increased the number of miscarriages.
Did this happen in Flint? The answer seems to be—we don’t know for sure. But yes, it’s likely that miscarriages occurred in Flint because of high lead levels.
"Lead was the [one of the] first means of controlling family size, back about 150 years ago; to abort children, women would actually ingest lead [pills]," says Marc Edwards, the Virginia Tech professor who helped expose Flint’s water crisis.
So Rick Snyder and his emergency manager didn’t just support abortions. They performed them, on women who had no choice.
Taking a cue from sociologists, The Nightly Show has started a segment called the “Super Depressing Deep Dive.” In the five minute segment I’ve embedded below, they explain that we’ve known that lead was highly toxic since 1904, but the US didn’t ban lead paint until 1978 and lead pipes even later. Why not?
Looking at the evidence piling up, the League of Nations encouraged all nations to stop the use of lead paint in 1922, but the United States didn’t sign on. They deferred to the industry — the Lead Industries Association and the National Paint, Varnish, and Lacquer Association — who successfully lobbied the federal government. Not only did the US decline to ban the substance, in 1938 the government actually mandated that lead paint be used in housing projects for poor people, putting the lead industries profits above the health of poor children.
The industry also fought warning labels, criticized the science, sued at least one source — a television show — for telling the truth about lead, and blamed the victim, claiming that the real problem was “uneducable Negro and Puerto Rican” parents who failed to adequately protect their children. They even dispensed pro-lead propaganda directly to kids, like in this page from a free children’s book distributed by a paint company in which a pair of rubber boots say to the child (bottom right):
You knew when we were moulded
The man who made us said
We’re strong and tough and lively
Because in us there’s lead.
Because of the disproportionate impact on the poor and racial minorities, the Black Panthers made fighting lead paint a part of their mission and their work ultimately contributed to the banning of lead paint in 1978 and pipes in the 1980s. By that time, though, the damage was done. Lead pipes are still in the ground and lead paint continues to be a serious threat in poor neighborhoods, doing irreparable damage to the lives of poor children and the communities they are a part of.
Ever needed to hear about mad dad birds with enormous feet? Try THESE on for size:
What’s that you say? These are clearly the feet of a dinosaur, not a bird? WHY NOT BOTH?
This is Australia’s very own dinosaur, the second-largest bird in the world, the emu. Say hi!
They roam around Australia making ‘wonk-wonk’ noises under their breath and glaring at everything. And the dads take care of the babies! They sit on the eggs…
They look after the tiny stripey adorable things….
They look after the less tiny less adorable things…
And they even look after the great big menacing things that are almost as big as they are.
But here’s the catch. All emus look pretty much alike. Especially when you are a tiny stripey adorable thing. All you can see of your dad is is great big dinosaur feet (see picture #1). So there is one very unrealistic thing about all the adorable terrifying dinosaur family photos above:
I have never seen an emu family in the wild where all the babies are the same size.
Here is the reason!
Emu dad and his emu babies are roaming about wonking and glaring at everyone. Suddenly emu dad sees another emu dad! A threat!
Emu dads do some display threats with dancing and bouncing and fluffing and… look, it’s very serious business, okay?
If this does not work to see off one emu they might progress to actual fighting.
Oops, sorry, you wanted the dignified version. Here, have some ART:
MAGNIFICENT.
Either way, this encounter will end up with one or both adult emus zooming away as fast as he can run. This is very fast.
This is the other thing they do besides wonking and glaring, by the way. They run. Fear the running emu.
Anyway, this leaves all the tiny and medium-sized and semi-large stripey things milling around making confused tiny “cheep? wonk?” noises and basically just following whichever pair of large feet they can find.
HI DAD
And so mostly when you see a male emu with a gaggle of youngsters at heel, they are all different sizes. Who knows whose they are? Not him! But he’s going to look after them anyway.
*evo-psych voice* and this, you see, is why men are particularly suited to nursing and childcare work. As we see in the wild, for instance with emus, paternal instincts run deep and often over-ride blood ties and competitive instinct!
The most magical thing about dinosaurs really is when you imagine them doing ridiculous mating/threat/freaking out displays like emus or other dinobirds do. Just imagine it. Try it. It’ll change your life. Our ideas about dinosaurs are all like swelling soundtracks and giraffe-style majesty but I bet you anything they were more like these vaguely terrifying knuckleheads.
We have been convinced, or we have convinced ourselves, that poverty is a moral failing. We have convinced ourselves that poverty isn't all that bad. We have convinced ourselves that people who live in poverty do so because they deserve it. So we want to punish people for being poor, without in any way acknowledging that if poverty is a moral failing it is its own punishment. Because the poor have food stamps we pay for. Because the poor don't have to pay taxes. We find the slimmest reasons to ignore the truth about what poverty is, and what poverty does, because we know, we know, WE KNOW we are increasingly living in a world where we can slip through a crack and that life will be our lives. And we desperately want that to not happen. But rather than face the truth about what we have allowed to happen to our world, we distance ourselves mentally from the poor, and pretend that their life is something we will never have to deal with, because we are better people than they are.
Like I remember when my mom declared bankruptcy and we were going to school with a fucking slice of cheese between two pieces of bread and a Baggie of powdered milk to add water to for lunch.
I remember my mother crying at the table with bills spread out and a calculator, looking at the numbers and crying.
I remember having this jug we saved all our change in for YEARS, trying to save up for a nice vacation somewhere, and the day all of our hearts broke when we had to empty it out and roll the change up to use for gas money.
I remember being that poor. And I remember my mother taking us to McDonald’s - often.
I remember being that poor, and I remember my mother treating herself to a cup of Tim Hortons on days she just wanted to have something nice. That was my mothers “treat yourself” days. A fucking cup of god damn coffee.
So seriously? Fuck every single person who scoffs at poor people who eat fast food and grab a cup of coffee on the go.
Fuck each and every single one of you who judge the FUCK out of those people. Who the hell are you to judge?????
Every fall my family would walk through the potato fields near our house and pile boxes of what had been missed into our car. We would eat potatoes every night all winter and spring, even though the eyes of the potatoes had grown sprouts three feet tall so our cellar/basement was almost a forest of potato sprouts.
We were lucky ones, really, because we had fields near us and a house with a basement and even though that house was 1300 sq feet for 10 people and my room was 40-50 degrees on winter nights and we often had to sleep in the living room because it was too hot in the summer, rent was only $250 so we could afford it.
And in the midst of this dreary existence, where our Christmas gifts came from a local charity and we were THRILLED to get new socks, a Coke from McDonalds was my moms favorite thing.
Every month or so when she could get one it was like HEAVEN.
So yeah. Don’t judge how people spend their money. You have no idea how else they are saving. You don’t know if they have a forest of potatoes in their basement.
Hate vocal fry? Bothered by the use of “like” and “just”? Think uptalk makes people sound less confident? If so, you may find yourself growing increasingly unpopular—there’s a newwave of peoplepointingoutthat criticizing young women’s speech is just old-fashioned sexism.
I agree, but I think we can go even further: young women’s speech isn’t just acceptable—it’s revolutionary. And if we value disruptors and innovation, we shouldn’t just be tolerating young women’s speech—we should be celebrating it. To use a modern metaphor, young women are the Uber of language.
What does it mean to disrupt language? Let’s start with the great English disruptor: William Shakespeare.
Shakespeare is celebrated to this day not just because he wrote a mean soliloquy but because of what he added to our language—he’s said to have brought in over 1,700 words. But recent scholars have called that number of words into question. As Katherine Martin, head of US Dictionaries at Oxford University Press, has pointed out, if Shakespeare was inventing dozens of new words per play, how would his audience have understood him? Rather, it’s likely that Shakespeare had an excellent grasp of the vernacular and was merely writing down words that his audience was already using.
So if Shakespeare wasn’t disrupting the English language, who was? And how did we get from Shakespearean English to the version we speak now? That’s right: young women.
A pair of linguists, Terttu Nevalainen and Helena Raumolin-Brunberg at the University of Helsinki, conducted a study that combed through 6,000 personal letters written between 1417 and 1681. The pair looked at fourteen language changes that occurred during this period, things like the eradication of ye, the switch from “mine eyes” to “my eyes,” and the change from hath, doth, maketh to has, does, makes.
In 11 out of the 14 changes, they found that female letter-writers were changing the way they wrote faster than male letter-writers. In the three exceptional cases where the men were ahead of the women, those particular changes were linked to men’s greater access to education at the time. In other words, women are reliably ahead of the game when it comes to word-of-mouth linguistic changes.
This trend hasn’t changed much. While young people have long driven innovation, it’s not just an age thing—it’s also a gender thing. During the decades that sociolinguists have been researching the question, they’ve continually found evidence that women lead linguistic change.
Plus, young women are on the bleeding edge of those linguistic changes that periodically sweep through the media’s trend sections, from uptalk to “selfie” to the quotative like to vocal fry.
The role that young women play as language disruptors is so well-established at this point it’s practically boring to sociolinguists. The founder of modern sociolinguistics, William Labov, observed that women lead 90% of linguistic change—in a paper he wrote 25 years ago. Researchers continue to confirm his findings.
It takes about a generation for the language patterns started among young women to jump over to men. Uptalk, for example, which is associated with Valley Girls in the 1970s, is found among young men today. In other words, women learn language from their peers; men learn it from their mothers.
While the pattern is well-established, we still don’t know for sure yet why young women reliably lead linguistic innovation. Maybe it’s nature, maybe it’s nurture; but we do know that young women tend to be more socially aware, more empathetic, and more concerned about how their peers perceive them. This may translate into a greater facility for linguistic disruption. Women also tend to have larger social networks, which means they’re more likely to be exposed to a greater diversity of language innovations.
And of course, women are still likely to spend more time caring for children than men—even if a particular woman works outside the home, daycare workers and elementary school teachers are disproportionately female. This means that even if young men were disrupting language as much as women, they would be hard-pressed to pass it along.
All of this leads us to the biggest question: if women are such natural linguistic innovators, why do they get criticized for the same thing that we praise Shakespeare for? Plain old-fashioned sexism.
Our society takes middle-aged men more seriously than young women for a whole host of reasons, so it’s only logical that we have also been conditioned to automatically respect the tone and cadence of the typical male voice, as well as their word choices.
Sure, let’s encourage young women to speak with confidence, but not by avoiding vocal fry or “like” or whatever the next linguistic disruption is. Let’s tell them to speak with confidence because they’re participating in a millennia-old cycle of linguistic innovation—and one that generations of powerful men still haven’t figured out how to crack.
“The role that young women play as language disruptors is so well-established at this point it’s practically boring to sociolinguists” *weeps with joy*
I just thought this was the coolest thing. The girls make the words that make the world.
i just…love everyone in this show so much? like even in this one moment, Terry takes a compliment Rosa gives him, and makes it about his kids being awesome. and Rosa takes a break from being evil to tell one of the nicest people in the world the thing he most needs to hear.
Using a series of sensors, Dua’s bot detects when a person is about to run into something and beeps to
them. The project took her a total of four days to build. Her prize is every Marvel fan’s dream.
Millennial Sisyphus keeps entering all the information from his resume into the web form, only for it to delete everything when he tries to move to the next page. He just goes back and types it all up again, over and over again, forever, and he never gets a job.
Millennial Tantalus has been promised that his unpaid internship will become a paid position as soon as the company has space for him. Every week he sees their new job posting. Every week he asks his boss if he can have a real job. The boss shrugs apologetically and says he’ll just have to make do with being paid in experience a little longer. He goes back and keeps working, over and over again, forever, and he never reaches the fruits of his labors.
Millennial Persephone can’t get a job without a degree, but because she had to take out loans to pay for college, she must spend 1/3 of her life working just to pay them off.
Millennial Cassandra’s title is Social Media Coordinator, she was hired to be the expert, but every time she tries to explain the problems in her company’s social media decisionmaking, the managers don’t listen…and end up hiring expensive PR flacks to repair the damage to their reputation when things blow up exactly as she predicted.
the distinction between “crafts” and “fine art” is probably driven by misogyny and the devaluation of women’s labor
art forms that have traditionally been practiced by women like embroidery are devalued and called just “crafts” while art forms that women historically were mostly barred from (painting, sculpture) are “fine art”
It’s also hella racialized. For a long time Indigenous arts were devalued as crafts
“Target CEO Brian Cornell told Fortune magazine on Wednesday that the retail chain’s decision to allow transgender customers and staff to use the bathroom that most closely corresponds with their gender identity hasn’t hurt sales.
“To date we have not seen a material or measurable impact on our business,“ Cornell said. "Just a handful of stores across the country have seen some activity and have been impacted.”
On April 19, the big-box store reaffirmed its longstanding equal access policy for trans people in all its facilities, confirming that trans employees and customers are free to use the restroom that best matches their gender identity. The timing of the statement came in response to House Bill 2, the controversial North Carolina law that requires transgender people to use bathrooms and locker rooms in public buildings that do not match their gender identity.
“We stand for equality and equity, and strive to make our guests and team members feel accepted, respected and welcomed in our stores and workplaces every day,” Target stated in a press release last month. “We believe that everyone — every team member, every guest, and every community — deserves to be protected from discrimination, and treated equally.”
In response to that decision, certified anti-LGBT hate groups like theAmerican Family Association threatened a boycott of the store, collecting a supposed 1.2 million signatures to condemn the company’s trans-inclusive policies. However, there is no way to verify the validity of the signatures on that petition, and Zack Ford at ThinkProgress LGBT reports that he was able to sign the petition three separate times, using clearly false names and email addresses that do not exist.
“There’s a very large group out there that supports Target’s decision,” Dinino said. “At worst, we are talking about a group of 1.2 million shoppers — or 1.5 percent of Target’s customers — who are disenfranchised.”
No matter the end result, Cornell has said that Target will stick to its trans-affirming bathroom policy.
In a May 11 interview with Kelly Evans of CNBC’s Squawk Box, the CEO stated, “We’re going to continue to embrace our belief in diversity and inclusion, just how important that is to our company. … We want to make sure we provide a welcoming environment for all of our guests, one that’s safe [and] one that’s comfortable.”
let me tell you guys something that ACTUALLY happened in my screenwriting class last week
one of the female writers in our class is writing a feature about this gang of teenage girls who sort of become vigilantes and murder men who harass women (that’s a shitty logline of it but it’s actually fucking awesome and highly stylized and over-exaggerated like tarantino in a good way bc i fucking hate tarantino). ANYWAY their first kill is this guy named taylor. taylor is one of the girl’s boyfriends. it is heavily implied and the writer confirmed that he abuses and rapes her. not explicitly seen, but she has bruises, there are scenes implying it etc.
so. she wrote the part where they kill taylor. and one of my professor’s comments was about how he felt like he didn’t hate taylor enough.
to which me and my female friend were like um what?? we hate him. he fucking raped and abused her. wE HATE HIM. HE IS A HORRIBLE PERSON.
and my prof was like well yeah i hate him but i don’t HATE hate him. and we argued about it. so he took a poll of who hated taylor. ALL of the girls in the class raised their hands. none of the boys did. when he asked who didn’t hate taylor all of the men raised their hands. and me and my friend started laughing because of COURSE they did.
and my prof was like why are you laughing and the writer was like “i think they’re laughing at the gender difference in that answer” and my prof was like “well, from my male perspective, i don’t think i’m being sexist”
WHAT.
first of all did you hear that sentence at ALL do you understand how paradoxical it is?????
second of all, no. just no.
and then my prof went on to say “i feel like we need to see taylor be horrible. like bad solution, he kicks a dog”
evidently a man can abuse and rape a girl and not be hated, but if he kicks a dog then he’s PURE EVIL
Me: So I have this issue with connecting to the VPN.
IT Guy: No problem, go ahead and screen share and I'll help you out.
Me: Mkay.
IT Guy: *tries what I've tried*
-------One Hour Later-------
IT Guy: WTF?!
Me: Same.
I started thinking about this after posting my self portrait where I included wrinkles, grey hair and moles. So many people immediately told me I was beautiful based on it, and while I understand that the intentions are good, I also wondered “Why?”
You see, I’m not beautiful. This is not coming from low self esteem. It’s just a fact. If you walked past me on the street you would not think to yourself “Wow that woman over there is so good looking”. I’d go by you unnoticed except maybe for my super short hair, which depending on your personality you might think is cool or ugly.
And that is okay. Being beautiful has never been a priority of mine. I don’t need to be the kind of person who other people masturbate to.
I don’t think my stretch marks, my fat, my body hair or my wrinkles make me beautiful. But you know what it makes me? A human.
I love people’s imperfections. I’m the kind of person who tries to sneak a peek at that short arm you’ve had since birth. Not in a “look at the freak” sort of way, but because it makes you interesting. I want to talk to you and learn what your life is like. I’ve had many friends in my life who I got to know through their glass eye/lost fingers/severe acne/whatever and then we soon moved on from there because humans are so much more than their bodies.
Of course beauty is in the eye of the beholder and we’re all beautiful to someone, but that’s nothing new. And I really really don’t believe we’re all beautiful because “beauty comes from the inside” because there are a lot of shitty people in this world who haven’t got their personality going for them.
I suppose if it’s for some reason important to you that everybody are beautiful then keep going, but we are also a lot of people who don’t think it’s important for us or others to be beautiful in any literal or metaphorical sense. “Beautiful” shouldn’t be the new word for “you have worth”.
You don’t have to love whatever you see as your imperfections because you have a lot more going for you. Seriously, my facial expression is a perfect case of “Well DUH” right now, and yours should be too.
I know a lot of people are going to be angry about this for one reason or another and try to shoot this post down and tell me everybody ARE beautiful and I’m horrible for saying otherwise.
But you have to understand that this is coming form a place of sincere love and concern. Most of us are ugly, average at best, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. You don’t have to force yourself into thinking you’re beautiful. Take that ridiculous load off your shoulders and come hang out with us other humans. You’re not beautiful, but how do you manage to keep all your plants alive? Sing for me with that amazing voice. Tell me that cool story about how you almost died that one time. Omg what did your cat do last night?! Are you still into rock music? Tell me about your home country. Share your knowledge about Aztec religion with me. Wow you’re really starting to find your own art style.
These things are not a desperate attempt at finding other things you can work with because you’re not beautiful. You are not a slap of meat I need to want to fuck on sight to want to be around.
“You’re beautiful” is not the highest praise you can give others, and it doesn’t validate anything else about you. You are the spice of this world that makes it interesting, and people who don’t get that are the kind of people who doesn’t have their personality going for them.
