Dr. Seuss was not even in the general area of fucking around.
I think almost all of his stories have a deeper meaning and Horton Hears a who was written as an apology to the Japanese after WWII
wow holy shit fuck WOW
No but have you read the “Butter Battle Book” closely? My senior year of high school my polisci teacher pointed out it was about the Arms Race during the Cold War and read it to us and it is actually terrifying and I’m still scared by it.
why does “hate breeds hate” always mean “if you hate your oppressors, they will just hate you more” and not “if you hate and oppress people, they will start to hate you too”
ThePrettiestOneIt's still a more reasonable theory than Daylight Savings Time actually accomplishing anything.
Clinton’s and Bush’s kids wore expensive clothes all the time. Is this a problem because it’s the Obamas? After all she’s POTUS’ daughter, what is she meant wear? A potato sack?
These are two of the sweetest, realest, most beautiful girls in the world and those damn white trolls will always find some shit to harp on. I need them to have so many seats.
People are losing their shit over her wearing an expensive dress (that was likely given to her at no cost to her), but remember when people were losing their shit over her and her sister wearing shorts and t-shirts on a hot summer day because it was “disrespectful” or something? I can’t imagine growing up under this kind of scrutiny.
I know the chocolate bunnies look tempting, but please don’t buy the bunnies. A percentage goes to Autism Speaks.
If you want to ask them to stop doing that and thus make people on their page aware that we have issues with them supporting Autism Speaks, why not join in on a social media blast in a couple weeks to tell them that on March 7, 8pm-11:59pm EST.
ThePrettiestOneFight the kyriarchy.
do men have resting bitch faces as well or do they not have negative characteristics ascribed to them for putting on a neutral rather than a deliriously happy facial expression
Yes, Black men in majority white spaces do. If I don’t smile every single second of the day my coworkers become in intimidated and start asking me what’s wrong, telling me to smile, make jokes about how I’m trying to be a thug/act hard, why am I angry, etc. And it’s not just white men at my job God FORBID I my large Black ass makes a white girl feel threaten because I’m sitting down with a neutral expression.
I’m not trying to take this post away from women and make it about Black men but I want to point out that wether it’s patriarchy or white supremacy; those who feel as if they have power over you HATE to see you not smile. They are so used to people like you smiling to gain their approval that when you don’t there’s a cognitive dissonance that makes them extremely uncomfortable.
That’s why “angry Black women” is a thing. They have to put on a smile for everyone (yes even feminist white women) or we all get uncomfortable.
This is such an amazing response.
These guys also look a lot like the hunting cats you see in ancient Egyptian art.
Rest stops on highways are liminal spaces where the veil is thin and nobody can tell me differently
Explain
The explanation is that liminal spaces are in between places that bridge Here with There, so in fairy tales we often have the Fairy Ring, the Forest Clearing, the Sudden Misty Foggy Forest, the Bridge, the River, graveyards, in some cases
We also have a ton of american urban mythology around famous roadways and sites off the sides of roads
Archetypes like these occur to mark the places in the world where the veil goes thin and humans can have extra-worldly experiences, out of the ordinary way of living
So why wouldn’t transient spaces like rest stops where everyone is just passing through from one place to the next, never stopping for too long, not be a liminal space where spirits frequent, too
Especially since nobody would know if they were real or not
Ok but this speaks to me
I always feel like something isn’t quite right at rest stops
I once slept though three gas stations on a road trip, and the second the car started to slow to turn into a rest stop, I was basically wide awake.
My mom and I were on I-90 in a blizzard once and pulled off at the first exit we could find. Turns out that if we’d gone even a mile further, we would have happened on a 49-and-counting car pileup, and that 90 was closed for MILES. How we found an unblocked ramp was a matter of great debate, but where this gets weirder still is that at the bottom of the ramp was a closed truck stop and an open church full of teenagers–they went for youth group, the blizzard started, and they were stuck until the snow stopped. They fed us leftovers from their potluck dinner, prayed with us for safe travel, and when the snow let up they saw us on our way.
Three days later–Sunday–we were traveling back and decided to stop at that church to thank them. We found it thanks to the truck stop, but this time it was the truck stop that was open and the church that was closed. Neither of us remembered it looking so decrepit on the trip down, and granted we saw it first at night in a snowstorm, but you’d think we’d have noticed the boarded-up windows. So we asked in at the truck stop.
The church had been abandoned for ten years. And yet I still had one of their youth group programs under my sun visor, very clearly labeled for the previous week.
To this day I’m sure we crossed dimensions somewhere on I-90, and that’s how we stayed safe. You could tell me it’s because the truck stop was a liminal space and I’d 100% believe you.
I don’t mind when this post goes around again because sometimes I get stories like this
I enjoyed that story and have no comment on whether or not time dimensions were crossed. But I can’t refrain from commenting on the concept of liminal spaces. Liminality refers to the middle stage of a rite of passage in which the participants have shed their old social identities and have yet to acquire new ones. In that stage, all people undergoing the ritual are of equal social status, indeed, there are no social distinctions between them. That’s liminality. College graduation ceremonies are an example of such a ritual. The concept has been extended to include a broader range of situations considered– if you’ve been in boot camp in the military, congratulations, you’ve experienced liminality. Liminal spaces are spaces where many social distinctions don’t apply. Sites of pilgrimage, for example, are considered liminal spaces. Natural disaster sites are liminal spaces because social distinctions are suspended and everyone helps each other. Liminal spaces include airports, border zones… any space in which people’s ordinary social identities fall away or become irrelevant.
SO… You could certainly argue that highway rest stops are liminal spaces, in that they’re not in the place you left, nor are they your destination. They don’t belong to the highway itself, and, in fact, represent an “eddy” in the flow of your travel. Moreover, social distinctions are lessened at a rest stop: there are no rules for who can park where or use which picnic table, if it’s busy, the only rule for the bathrooms and water is first come, first served, wait your turn. The experience of being at a highway rest stop could be weird or unnerving because of all this. Liminality can be uncomfortable, and liminal spaces can seem stressful or spooky, because we’re naturally uncomfortable or creeped out by situations that can’t be easily categorized and where many ordinary rules of social behavior don’t apply.
So, that’s what liminality is, not a thin veil between two worlds, realities, times, etc. I mean, I get the point, but there’s probably a more accurate word than liminality to describe that situation.
SISTERHOOD IS POWERFUL
If anyone knows the source of this gif, please let me know so I can give credit! I’ve tried Google image search but no dice.
Update: thanks to @youthempowered for helping me find it! The artist is Libby Van Der Ploeg. Here’s her original post, and here’s her Tumblr page
GREAT WORK LIBBY!
Stay confusing. Make people earn their understanding of you.
ThePrettiestOneI think this specific case is "Yodeling," not "screaming," personally.
ThePrettiestOneTHIS.
See how J.K. Rowling can appropriate a culture and make money off of it and yet actual Native women like Joy Harjo and Joanelle Romero aren’t even allowed to embrace theirs in this industry?
Joanelle Romero is told by studio executives that nobody wants to see Native people in a modern narrative and Joy Harjo is told to remove Native people from her stories if she wants her stories to be a success.
But NATIVE PEOPLE are the ones who aren’t being cooperative when it comes to representing ourselves in the media? It almost sounds like the media has a goddamned problem with us. But what else is new?
Rey and Jessica Jones both have awesome hero love interests who are black. So fandom ships both women with white villains who have tortured them.
ThePrettiestOneAnd if you're kind of cynical, like me, and you've read Reza Aslan's Zealot, and you remember that a lot of what became modern Christianity was actually more from Paul pitching the new religion to the (rich) Romans, it kinda gives you even more reasons to side-eye Paul.
ThePrettiestOneI'm on team raccoon, but team crow is awesome and have all my respect.
Ok but:
“There were no bite or scratch marks, so we knew the toads weren’t being attacked by a raccoon or a rat, which would have also eaten the entire toad,” Frank said. “It was clearly the work of crows, which are clever enough to know the toad’s skin is toxic and realize the liver is the only part worth eating.”
“Only once the liver is gone does the toad realize it’s being attacked. It puffs itself up as a natural defence mechanism. But since it doesn’t have a diaphragm or ribs, without the liver there is nothing to hold the rest of its organs in. The lungs stretch out of all proportion and rip; the rest of the organs simply expel themselves.”
According to the documentary, “No one knows how they (the crows) learned where the liver was located. But we do know that toad’s skin is so poisonous that many animals can have a fatal reaction to it. But, the liver is so nutritious, it’s worth working out how to extract it safely.” And that’s exactly what the clever crows did.One of the world’s earliest cases of exploding toads was recorded in Germany in 1968. Similar cases have been observed in Belgium, Denmark and the US. But no other case was as gruesome or grisly as the Hamburg incident. Incidentally, it happened during the toads’ mating season. “They would have noticed something as the crow pecked at them, but it wouldn’t have been particularly painful,” said Frank.
These birds learned poisonous toad anatomy, developed a plan, waited for the right time, taught each other the plan, and executed it so skillfully and stealthily that scientists couldn’t even figure out what was happening.
[Source, but there is one picture of an exploded toad]
This is why I am on team crow. I will keep them from pecking out my eyes or something by all the peanuts I give them.
“Indeed, despite programs designed to interest girls in STEM, GoldieBlox, and supermodels celebrating the virtues of coding, the fields are still overwhelmingly male and seem virtually resistant to change. Jahren, a geochemist and geobiologist, argues that the problem is hardly one of enthusiasm, but rather widespread sexual harassment in the fields that, unsurprisingly, goes unpunished.
The kind of sexual harassment Jahren describes is hardly that of a Mad Men episode: groping and outright dickishness are easier to label and condemn as sexual harassment (and it’s worth noting that STEM has a problem with that too).
Rather, it’s the kind that prioritizes men’s feelings, and their expression of them, over the simple act of treating a woman as a professional colleague. Jahren persuasively argues that the persistence of this kind of behavior—the constant demand from both male colleagues and academic advisors that their feelings be acknowledged and legitimized—is one of the reasons women leave STEM fields.
An email forwarded to Jahren by a former student asking her advice typifies the problem:
[The student] forwarded an email she had received from a senior colleague that opened, “Can I share something deeply personal with you?” Within the email, he detonates what he described as a “truth bomb”: “All I know is that from the first day I talked to you, there hadn’t been a single day or hour when you weren’t on my mind.” He tells her she is “incredibly attractive” and “adorably dorky.” He reminds her, in detail, of how he has helped her professionally: “I couldn’t believe the things I was compelled to do for you.” He describes being near her as “exhilarating and frustrating at the same time” and himself as “utterly unable to get a grip” as a result. He closes by assuring her, “That’s just the way things are and you’re gonna have to deal with me until one of us leaves.”
It’s hard to imagine that the sender of the email thought that it would earn him the romantic admiration of his female colleague, coupled as it is with a vague threat likely meant to convey the authentic intensity of his attraction. And yet, as Jahren writes, this behavior has “been encountered by every single woman I know.”
Read the full piece here
ThePrettiestOneThe raw milk conspiracy deepens!
This week, lawmakers in West Virginia overwhelmingly rejected a “religious freedom” bill that would have given business owners the right to discriminate against LGBT people.
The GOP-controlled legislative body killed the bill by a 7-27 vote.
“The defeat of HB 4012 today is a huge win for fairness and equality in West Virginia,” Matt McTighe, executive director of Freedom for All Americans, said in a statement. “Just a few weeks ago, this bill seemed to have a clear pathway forward; but many of the state’s leading businesses and residents spoke due to the hard work of local advocates and organizations like Fairness West Virginia, and legislators were moved to do the right thing.”
In West Virginia, of all places! There is still hope in the world.
Rather than fleeing back into the cold New Jersey winter air, a pregnant feral tabby cat allowed a generous woman named Katie Lanza to welcome her into a warm, inviting and loving home so that she could bear her kittens in a safe environment. The formerly feral cat was given the name Lipstick and gave birth on March 2nd to four kittens. Since giving birth, Lipstick has become a willing and affectionate member of the family. Lanza spoke with LoveMeow about building trust with the feral mama-to-be.
We took Lipstick into our house on Valentine’s Day 2016 after trying for weeks to get her to come inside. After the blizzard on 1/22/16 &1/23/16, Lipstick disappeared for about 5 days. We finally heard her meows and rescued her from underneath a neighbors porch where she was blocked in by plywood the owner put there to keep the snow out. …After we rescued Lipstick and realized she was pregnant, my mom and I decided to capture her. Finally on Valentine’s Day 2016, she walked into our kitchen. We locked up our cats and dogs in upstairs bedrooms and set out some leftover hamburger all cut up, and she finally ran inside. It also happened to be the coldest day in New Jersey in decades. …She is very, very sweet but very protective. She lets me handle her babies to check their weight and make sure they are nursing but will lightly smack my hand if I have been holding them too long.
Posted by Katie Lanza on Sunday, March 6, 2016
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ThePrettiestOneSeriously, I can't even TALK to neurotypicals most of the time.
when it takes you a second to process what’s happening and people make fun of your delayed reaction
ThePrettiestOneAlways be gracious, best revenge is your paper.
ThePrettiestOneKitten uses capoeira. It is super effective.
ThePrettiestOneDon't forget, the same fuckers who want to make abortion illegal and inaccessible (for poor people), also want to take away access to birth control (for poor people), so yeah, they very MUCH want to bring back the '50s & '60s.
They can't even let themselves believe that providing birth control has been PROVEN to make abortion unnecessary.
Just a few of the stories my great aunt told me about women in the 60s:
1) A woman she worked with at the hospital who had a baby with one of the ambulance drivers. When work found out they fired her (he kept his job). She tried to self-abort with a knitting needle.
2) The sister of one of her neighbours who wasn’t able to rent a room because she was a ‘fallen woman’.
3) A girl who got sent to a convent house and scrubbed floors until the day she gave birth. Her baby was given up for adoption without her consent.
4) Girls who had babies with priests.
5) Women who were on their fifth, sixth, seventh child, who had been pregnant for the best part of a decade, begging for sterilisation because their husbands wouldn’t wear a condom.
Banning abortion has never ever stopped it from happening. It’s just meant more stigma, more prejudice, more risks and more deaths.
In 1962, my mother was going thru a divorce, got pregnant and knew this fact would be used to deny her divorce (they used to do that, in case you didn’t know).
My mother was given a “shot”; she lived 3 blocks from the doctor. He never told her what it was, likely an “overdose” of progesterone, which is how they used to “induce menstruation” in a hurry (i.e. abortion off the books). She was about 7-8 weeks by her estimation. He said, GO STRAIGHT HOME, go to bed and stay there. She walked fast, but nearly collapsed at the curb and my grandmother went out to guide her into the house. She went to bed, stayed there and bled steadily and heavily for 3-4 days. She said it was like being very very sick, headaches, nausea, vomiting… and then, gone.
She never let me forget this and took me to my first NARAL meeting when I was 15 yrs old. And here I am today, in my 50s–and I still remember my grandmother’s scary account; my mother swaying, literally, at the curb, and nearly falling, under the strength of that one shot.
How did she get the doctor to do it? She told him, “If you don’t, I will do it myself”–and if you knew my mother, you knew she meant it. She would have. After all, lots of women she knew had.
This is what they want to take us all back to, the fucking middle ages. Please remember.
I really don’t think we will go back the middle ages just because abortion is illegalized. Society is different now and abortion is not some HUGE factor in this. Those were the 1960s and it is no longer the 1960s.
The reason this isn’t the 1960s is because women can access contraception and abortion - thus enabling them to have careers, to have bodily autonomy, to actually have sex without bearing the entire burden of social stigma and physical danger, to equalise sexual autonomy.
Without abortion we very well will go back to the 60s. And it wasn’t the bohemian dream everyone acts like it was, as shown by the original point.
ThePrettiestOneThe bf and I already have a meme about spiders in non-spider designated areas, so...
so who else is in the mood to run off to a series of small, interconnected caves with me, and be cave neighbors for the next ten years,
cons: we wont know about any new memes
pros: we make our own cave neighbor memes about the bugs we see doin weird shit and that one cave that leaks when it rains except we can’t find the hole it’s leaking throughcave memes i’m submitting for your consideration:
- *aiming hunting implements at anything that isn’t a bird* this bird is gonna be delicious
- personifying rocks, constnatly,
- “my digging skills are delightful, which you would know, if you ever bothered to know me the way you know your beetles”
- throw the stone, Maurice.
- one of our cave neighbors is a geologist. they know the names of all the kinds of rocks. the rest of us mispronounce them constantly on purpose and correct each other’s pronunciation with even more wrong ones.
- making up elaborate insults towards bugs, and saying them, to the bugs
- the implications of Ji-won’s moss beds (the joke is nobody can ever agree on the implications)
- mushrooms in places they dont belong
- yelling “hhchruckkkk!” in a high-pitched voice, several times in a row, whenever
- “the best tasting dirt comes from Jamal’s cave”
- worm disco
feel free to submit your own cave memes
these are some of the best memes ive seen all year in all honestly
ThePrettiestOneHonestly, this week has possibly been the best week ever for this strip.
