look i’m just trying to figure out if that pink stuff is hair, or if she’s also a hedgehog so those are quills, and if they are quills, then why does she only have them on her head, why doesn’t she have them anywhere else on her body
I try and bring up how he ruined free in state tuition in the name of hippie bashing when he was California’s governor often, but don’t exactly have the biggest platform.
“Worst of all, these students’ sense of the future is constrained by planning for and then paying down their student loans, often for decades. Economists are waking up to the fact that when young Americans enter the workforce burdened with over a trillion dollars in cumulative debt, they become risk averse, unwilling to move, less able to make major purchases, and slower to become homeowners. Not coincidentally, they don’t feel safe enough to register any major protests against the society that’s done this to them.”
Damn.
i am reblogging again because….. fuck ronald reagan forever and ever and ever and ever.
Economists should be adept in their fields, how are they only now realizing that paying off our student debt is a fucking priority over anything else other than food?
Weird, it’s almost like there’s something missing from the study of economics.
Who would have possibly thought that a young generation owing trillions of dollars cumulatively could have an effect on the economy?
Black People have been learning “respect” for generations of jim crow… I hate this. This is how systemic oppression starts. Normalizing the actions of police with CHILDREN. In school.
^^^^^
tl/dr: Let’s indoctrinate black youth at a young age to obey our racist cops.
so i just realized “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” is adapted from a play by william congreve and it just figures that something like that was written by a man because tbh i don’t know about you but to me there are few things more terrifying than a rejected man with a grudge against a woman
It’s not even when they’re scorned, either. The phrase honestly should be Hell hath no fury “like a man mildly inconvenienced by a woman,” or “like a man whose worldview has been indirectly
challenged by a woman’s difference of opinion.”
See? Christians and Muslims have so much in common!
Sheikh Mohamed Al-Mallah, an Egyptian cleric who recently appeared in a debate about marital rape, claims women are “categorically not allowed” to deny their husbands sex and, if they do, they are “rebelling against Allah.”
-America’s wealthiest hemorrhoid
-America’s walking, talking brush fire
-Rome burning in man-form
-An ill-fitting suit full of chickens coming home to roost
-Twitter’s id made manifest
-A sentient circus peanut
-A racist voodoo doll made of discarded cat hair
-A clown made of mummified foreskin and cotton candy
-An upside-down piece of candy corn in a wig made of used medical gauze
-A clear plastic bag filled with cheeseburgers and Confederate flag belt-buckles
-An old piece of luggage covered in Cheese Whiz
-A kidney dropped on the floor at a Super Cuts
-Basically what happens if The Secret gets into the wrong hands
[The Raw Story headline: “A new website will ship your ashes to the GOP Rep. of your choice is Trumpcare kills you”]
This reminds me of that picture I saw of someone at an AIDS protest in the 80s that had a jacket that said, “When I die leave me on the capitol steps” or something like that
Also yes fuck those bastards make them have to face the human sacrifice they’re signing to line their fucking pockets.
Collection of lachrymatorys (or lachrymosas), these tear catchers or tear vials - sometimes worn on a necklace, sometimes merely held - were used to gather the tears wept by mourners at funerals, to hold the tears of people mourning the passing of loved ones. One type of lachrymosa had a special top which allowed the tears to evaporate (signifying the time to stop mourning), others had a sealed top to allow the tears to last for a year, at which point they would be poured on the grave of the person whom the tears were wept for, Victorian era, 19th Century.
On one hand these are beautiful and this is a really interesting and unique form of death ritual. On the other hand Victorians are sooooo fucking extra. Like wow could you make things any more dramatic if you tried.
Movie
Scenes That Will Bug Me Forever #98483: in Lilo and Stitch, Nani and
Lilo go to the pound to adopt a dog. When Lilo decides on the name
“Stitch”, the employee starts to say “That’s not a name for a dog” or
something like that (paraphrased) and that will bother me forever. Like,
REALLY, lady? “STITCH” is somehow the weirdest dog name you’ve heard in
your experiences on this planet? STITCH? THAT’S the name that you
decide isn’t a name? Have you MET some dog owners? Come on. C'mon.
Really.
If Marvel is humans becoming gods, DC is gods becoming human. And this is that done right. This reminded me of what’s wonderful about DC and why its characters are still timeless. When done correctly, it blends myth with reality, the ordinary with the extraordinary, mortal with immortal. It’s the closest we have to current Greek mythology. It’s honest. It’s powerful. It lasts forever. This is the movie that made me remember why I love DC in the first place.
People will honestly ask “Does that poor person deserve food?” but never ask “Does that CEO deserve ten cars, three houses, and two yachts?”
And before you respond with “the poor person is buying that food with someone else’s money”, the CEO bought those luxuries with money earned from other people’s hard work.
One of my neighbors had a REALLY FAT golden retriever she adopted, that needed to be put on a diet, but even super-low-cal food wasn’t working, becuase Ella was still hungry and would open the cabinet to eat the whole bag. Vet suggested that she needed a filler Food so she could feel full without the extra calories, and suggested canned green beans, which are mostly fiber and lean protein.
Ella fucking LOVES green beans. She does a dance for them if you mention them. Her ‘sibling’ the police academy washout shepherd, thinks she’s insane.
Even if your pet doesn’t like green beans*, offering them a canned green bean is inevitably HILARIOUS becuase they’ll either be thrilled or otherwise make strange faces. Results so far:
Ella (golden retriever): Overjoyed. gets up on her hind legs to dance without prompting.
Sampson (Black shepherd): Offended, yells until you give him REAL treats.
Cody (Gentleman shepherd): is concerned, becuase this is Obviously Not Food. Gently takes it to be polite, leaves it out in the yard.
Minx (Domestic Shorthair cat): Smelly Toy Is Hilarious, batted under the couch.
Tiger (Really Fat Domestic Shorthair cat): Total disgust, hissing and sulking in the Prosciutto box. Came out and ate it later anyway.
Wanda (corn snake) we didn’t expect her to be interested but she spent like three minutes licking it.
Sadie AKA Marquis De Sade (Hyacinth Macaw) ignored bean in favor of dumping can on the floor, sticking head in can and screaming. Did not attempt to bite, which is Very Nice for her.
Arwen (Australian Kelpie): ate bean, waited until humans were out of the room to consume rest of the can, got costco-sized can stuck on face and pooped green for three days. Regets nothing.
Empanada/Anderson Cooper/#3 (Plymouth Hens): Excited screaming, kickboxing tournament over possession of beans/can. #3 was ultimately victorious, becuase She is Fattest.
Big Angus (scottish highland cow, I know, ironic): very polite and delicate acceptance of beans for appx 1700 lbs of beef, will now run full-tilt across pasture to meet me, which scared the crap out of me tbh.
Will post further updates as I am allowed to try.
*Please always cionsult a vet before making any dietary changes or offering your pet new foods, but green beans are pretty safe for most pets you can keep in America
Gave cockatiel bean. He gently took it, threw it into my face, and laughed at me
Literally every time someone has tried this with a parrot of some kind, it’s resulted in rage, destruction or mockery, usually all three.
Wildly entertaining tho.
This is all amazing, but what in the world did that parrot have to do to be nicknamed the marquis du sade?
Saide belongs to Chase, a D&D friend of mine, whose father bred parrots for the exotic pet trade without the slightest hint of responsibility, then fucked off to Argentina with the family savings and left Chase with 62 birds, most of them large parrots like cockatoos, and macaws. By Sheer Herculean Effort and a ton of elbow grease, Chase managed to get all the birds vaccinated, semi-socialized and into good homes… except one.
Sadie is a very, very pretty hyacinth macaw with ISSUES. Of all the birds that Chase’s dad neglected, she got the worst of it- she was separated from the other macaws becuase she’s a biter, wasn’t handled often and kept in a too-small cage and not fed on a regular schedule. So she’s pretty severely damaged and after five years of the best care a parrot can get, is still a mess.
Some Shit Sadie has done:
bit Chase hard enough to take a chunk out of his ear
projectile shitting
getting out of her room (she has a spare bedroom to herself now) and systematically chewing through every electrical cable in the house
almost killed a kitten
knows how to scream death threats (chase’s dad was many kinds of awful)
coos and pretends to be nice to strange humans, even climbing on them and cuddling, before biting and screaming directly in their ears.
opened the fridge, took every single thing out of it, and poked holes in 24 beer cans, flooding the kitchen
bit a chunk out of the neighbor’s rottweiler
steals small electronics and throws them in the toilet
pulled every single key off every single keyboard in the house
After 5 years, Sadie has vastly improved- she hardly ever tries to murder Chase anymore, and as long as we stay away from her living room cage/designated parrot safe space, she will hang out and watch us play D&D, and only try to eat the dice a little. She was particularly fond of me when I came over because at the time, my hair was neon red and I knew to grab the table before hand to keep my shoulders relaxed when she screams. As much fun as she had with the green beans, her preferred treat is sunflower seeds, consumed while sitting directly on top of someone’s head.
When you have forced yourself to act Neurotypical around your family and everyone else for so long that when you try to be comfortable act like yourself, you realize that you don’t know how to anymore.
In some black communities there’s still a stigma that kinky or coarse hair is “bad”, which couldn’t be further from the truth. There’s no such thing as good or bad when describing someone’s natural hair texture or type. To those struggling to love and accept their natural hair because of societal pressures, remember this - straight, curly, kinky or wavy, it doesn’t make a difference. Embrace your hair the way it is, no matter what society tells you. All hair is good hair. It’s your Crown.
The media always mindlessly parrots the line of “defunding Planned Parenthood.” That’s Republican spin and they make no attempt to correct it. Planned Parenthood is not a governmental program, it does not appear anywhere in the budget. This so-called defunding is making a rule that Medicaid can’t pay for Planned Parenthood, which is the majority of their income. But here’s the thing: they’re still letting it pay for other healthcare providers that do abortions. This is an exemption for Planned Parenthood specifically. It’s a purely political assault on a single entity that the right has demonized, because it’s where poor women get healthcare. Making a law that targets one specific group or person goes against our whole philosophy of how a democracy should operate, and it goes totally unreported on.
I shared this post because I love the look on Cleavon Little’s face and the exchange between him and Gene Wilder, but let’s deal with the ableism:
Ableist Word Profile: Moron
“In American politics, the southern strategy was a Republican Party electoral strategy to increase political support among white voters in the South by appealing to racist feelings towards African Americans.” (x)
