Friendly reminder for anyone planning on buying a goose jacket this season, this is what you’re supporting 😷
Ok signal boost cause I was deadass gunna get one of these and I had no idea
Canada Goose jackets are torture. This photoset above outlines the abuse of coyotes that occurs to get the fur trim for the hood, but doesn’t touch on the cruelty involved in “harvesting” down from live geese. Unless you live in the arctic tundra, you don’t need a coat like this to get through winter. There are plenty of warm, synthetic coats available that won’t make you look like a cruel cookie-cutter. Take it from a fellow Canadian–Canada Goose is the worst.
Oh, it is on, my friends! Mashable is reporting that German company Katjes has invented a 3D printer capable of printing for-real gummy candies, and as far as I'm concerned, my Trekkie-nerd fantasy of installing a food replicator unit in my kitchen is well on its way to becoming reality.
Sculpture by artist Emil Melmoth. Of his work Melmoth says “Death
is living forever on my mind, a self-portrait of so many changes i had
recently and how i see myself inside. “Death as the Arcane XIII or
Transfiguration”(work in progress)
This is how you know money can buy anything. Do you know how unlikely it is to get one heart, yet alone a second one?
^If transplants are based on need and nothing else (not money) what are the chances that 5 hearts were available…especially for someone who has a history of the transplants failing?
Iqbal Masih was four years old when his father sold him into slavery. He was forced to work more than twelve hours a day. He was constantly beaten, verbally abused, and chained to his loom by the carpet factory owner, before escaping at 10.
There’s also an organization called Free the Children that was started by a 12 year old named Craig Kielburger back in 1995, when he found out about Iqbal’s murder and started fighting for the same things he did.
A friend of mine shared this on Facebook, and I shared it too. But seeing as I have a lot more followers on tumblr than friends on Facebook, I thought I’d bring it here.
Will’s post really talked to my heart, because it’s exactly what it’s like to live in a gentrified neighborhood. Sure, my wall didn’t get painted on, but the feelings of entitlement that are held over you are universal. It’s very frustrating when people have been living in your neighborhood for less than 3 years and they act like you’re the new ones.
And let’s not even get into the comment section of this post! You cannot compare gentrification, which systemically kicks poor people (who are usually poc) out of their neighborhoods to “white flight”.
I’ll probably be reporting the bushwick flea’s Instagram if you need me, but please share his story.
A couple of weeks ago, my friend Zoë and I were chatting about our families, and I told her about how much my grandmother, who partially raised me, meant to me. My friend said : “Oh! It’s like that story I read on internet, ‘Patterns’! Have you seen it?” I blushed. I actually wrote it for myself and did crappy drawings for it ages ago, but then it became my most known story, even though I didn’t really want people to see it.
“1 in 3 urban
youth display the symptoms of mild to severe PTSD. And when you compare that
data to the military data what you find is urban youth are actually twice as
likely as soldiers returning from Iraq to get PTSD.”
This presentation is crucial to educators interested in the future and empowerment of inner-city youth of color. View the entire video here.
