ppl who are like “hm I think the last time I cried was like 2 years ago at my grandpas funeral” are surreal to me like they’re just on a different plane of existence that I cannot achieve like if I’m in the cafeteria and they don’t have cinnamon toast crunch that day I might/will start snifflin
Try being informed instead of just opinionated.
what’s the difference between a dirty bus stop and a lobster with breast implants ?
-one’s a crusty bus station and one’s a busty crustacean
HOW DARE SOMEONE MAKE SOMETHING SO ADORABLE AND FANTASTIC
what she means:I love this character in so many ways I have a difficult time articulating them.
what she says:[PTERODACTYL SCREECH]
boy oh boy imagine meeting new people and NOT wondering 24/7 for the rest of eternity if they’re making fun of you behind your back
reblog if you are a suburban barbecue dad or a suburban barbecue dad ally
i am so delighted by cats, i love that we have little bendy animals that climb all over everything and break shit and dart around our homes at top speed and we’re totally cool with it like “ah yes, there it goes again”
Guess you could call him, a ‘smooth operator’. No not really, he’s like the roughest operator, like bumpy sandpaper bad.
Purple Guy the Psychopathic Piano Playing Poltergeist
finally told my parents they’re gay.
rom-coms (romantic communists)
Rest in pieces purple jelly man
You know, an R-rated Deadpool film is well and good, but I kind of want to see Wade show up in one of the regular X-Men films, too.
I want to see him hastily catch himself every time he’s about to say “fuck”, because he knows that the film - being rated PG-13 - is only allowed one F-bomb, and he wants to make it count.
I want to see him throw the ugliest tantrum when, after he spends the whole movie saving up that one allotted “fuck” for the perfect moment, somebody else uses it up before he has a chance.
i just want a kinda cool best friend who i can be like ‘lets go to a fuckin muSEUM tomorrow’ to and they’ll be like ‘heck yEA’ and we can just hop on a train but then i can just go 2 their house anytime and we can jam and talk about conspiracy theories and bands and bela lugosi and eat pasta
Friendly reminder that anyone born between 1985-1998 didn't get their hogwarts letter because Voldemort's ministry wiped out the record of muggleborns
based on the assumption that human blood can survive in a vampire for about the same amount of time it can in a human body, vampires would only need to feed three or four times a year (red blood cells live about 110 days on average). this would be if they completely drained all their victims. humans can survive losing up to about 40% of their blood, which means that a vampire pushing their limits with each victim would probably need to feed 12 times a year minimum, so like once a month .
--Hey guess what else happens once a month involving blood
The neighbors are watching the Rocky Horror Picture Show downstairs is it weird to go down and ask to watch it with them?
--you need to knock on the door and tell them your car broke down a few miles down the road
them:so are you a morning person?
them:more of a night person?
them:so what then
me:i'm not a person at all, i'm more of an abstract concept
Being 18-25 is like playing a video game where you’ve skipped the tutorial and you’re just sort of running about with no idea how anything works
This water is VEGAN???? *spits it out* bring me some meat water you punk clown
--The invention of broth
just looked through about 700 werewolf books, good grief.
most seem to fall into two categories:
• werewolf serial killer mysteries
• domineering alpha romances
neither is really what I’m interested in.
here is what I’d want from the werewolf novel of my wildest dreams:
• good relationships, especially friendships between packmates (lone wolves are boring)
• werewolves who like being werewolves. (angsty wolves are boring)
• the practical details of werewolfery: who’s got the bail money for animal control, whether anyone’s microchipped, what you pack in a bag for a night out werewolfing
• the uses of werewolfery: hiring yourselves out as trackers or canine rescue, getting certified as service dogs, spending your free time at the library letting little kids read to a friendly doggie
• female werewolves, and no weird gross hypermasculine alpha stuff going on in werewolf culture
• queer werewolves, and no weird gross heteronormative ‘laws of nature’ stuff going on in werewolf culture
• dog jokes.
Okay, but imagine a medieval adventure fantasy where asexuals sell their services to parties who have to travel past sirens/incubi/succubi in order to fulfill their quests.
Imagine young witches and warlocks going through a final wizardry test where they have to square off against every magical creature they’ve ever learned about, and everyone is really confused as to how that one team just strolled past the sirens/incubi/succubi, and also as to why afterwards they high-fived, said “Aced it!” and then laughed for ten minutes straight.
Imagine a villain dousing a hero with a love potion and then unshackling her, expecting mindless devotion, only to have her then stab him and say “I’m aromantic, actually.”
Imagine an incubus carefully choosing a target and ending up on her couch with a tub of ice cream as she assures him that he is really good at his job and he can’t help it that he happened to pick an ace target.
Imagine an ace sailor who has to tie up his companions in the hold and sail the ship by himself whenever they encounter mermaids, and since it’s just him it’s really slow going, and he spends the entire time griping about allosexuals to the mermaids, who in turn gripe about how sick they are of having to target sailors before the sailors target them.
Imagine a love god trying to set up a pair of aro ace soulmates and putting them in increasingly romantic and/or risque situations, only to pull his hair out in frustration as they ignore or fix every situation and just become better and better friends.
Just like, fantasy asexuals, y’all.
reverse hades/persephone, where the young daughter of summer uses plant magic to ensnare the lord of darkness and keep him prisoner in a beautiful garden above ground. Eventually, enchanted by her cleverness and wild youth he agrees to eat six pomegranate seeds and stay with her for half of every year.
# ID READ THE FUCK OUT OF THAT # HE TRIES BEING ALL IMPOSINGLY MIGHTY AND WRATHFUL WHILE PERSPHONE JUST GOES ON WATERING THE FLOWERS OUTSIDE HIS CAGE # HE PETITIONS TO AT LEAST GET SOME DEATHBELL AND NIGHTSHADE AND ASPHODEL GROWING IN THERE BUT IT’S ALL LOTUSES AND SUNFLOWERS AND APPLES # AND LIKE CORN EVERYWHERE HE FUCKING HATES CORN # THEY COMPROMISE ON POMEGRANATES (x)
I want a story about a king whose son is prophesied to kill him so the king is like “whatever what am I supposed to do, kill my own kid wtf is wrong with you” so he just raises him as normal, doesn’t even tell him about the prophecy, and instead of some convoluted twist of events that leads to the king’s murder the son grows up and when the king is very old and dying and in excruciating pain the kid is just like alright I'mma put him out of his misery.
people who aren’t afraid of spiders, how does it feel to be gods among mere mortals
Last night I had a dream that was about a family of three guys, a father and two sons, all together on a fishing trip and some woman came up and said “Oh, what are your guy’s names?” and the father went “My name’s Dean, and this is my son Bean.” and the woman gestured to the other son questioningly and the dad got the most upset, disappointed look on his face and went “That’s my other son, Sean.” and I’ve never woken up laughing harder in my life.
Until mr right comes alone, meet me MR WRONG! Im married and have erectile dysfunction.
i had a dream that i met nicki minaj at a sleepover and she told me to be more confident because i’m hot and guys don’t deserve me. best dream ever
-if niki had magic powers of any kind I’m 100% sure she would go into people’s dreams and do exactly this
There is no plan B, only plan 2. Plan B implies that we only have 26.
Me: *messages a friend at 3am*
Friend: *responds soon after*
Me: What the fuck are you doing up go to sleep
I would like to give thanks to the brave men and women who died a long time ago tasting which plants were edible and which plants were not.
everyone has said and done problematic things in their lifetime. that’s a result of the society we live in, not necessarily a reflection of their character.
what is a reflection of their character is how they react to being informed of the negativity within their behavior and statements, and whether or not they choose to change their behavior.
“I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations.”
id take a bullet for u
not because i like u but because i wanna die
Bless that one person in every group that is like “keep going, I’m listening” and encourages you to finish your story even when everyone else is talking over you.
“~Hitler was human too!~” Of course he fucking was. If he’d been a goat he would have been a lot less effective at propagating genocide.
Let’s remember that being human doesn’t absolve you of your crimes - it makes you accountable for them.
shout out to everyone who was forced to internalize all their emotions growing up and now have a constant underlying anger that colors every part of their lives bc they never got to learn how to process their feelings
People accuse tumblr users of excessive black-and-white thinking and not fact-checking and like they’re not wrong but I don’t see tumblr being any more guilty of this than people as a whole so it’s really disingenuous to act as though this flaw is somehow something inherent to or a byproduct of tumblr no it’s just people on tumblr being people#like
90% of the complaints of people on tumblr boil down to ‘people join social networking site - continue to behave as they always have’
i hate white men who say they’re ‘playing devil’s advocate’. i’m like: the devil already has lots of advocates, and they all look like you, and this isn’t a fun game.
“Uhm just because I don’t care about basic human rights doesn’t mean you should be so rude. Stop policing me by saying it’s ableist to bully/humiliate/harass disabled and mentally ill people over proof that will never be good enough for me.”— Shit People Respond With
. a white criminal has a better chance at getting a call back to be hired for a job then a black person with no criminal record. shut the fuck up next time you wanna talk to us about privilege.
I get scared when I’m showering and I hear noise like what if my family is being murdered out there and I have no time to get dressed I am going to have to fight this person naked; tiddies flying and all dat shit
I had this too for a while, but then I remembered that occasionally ancient Celtic warriors would fight fully nude just to show their opponent how unafraid and fierce they were. I think any home invader would be more than a little taken aback by an angry, flaily, wibbly-wobbly naked person fighting them.
Me: No one is hiring me
Adults: you’re just not trying hard enough
Me: oh yea, sorry about that. Let me apply “harder” this time. I’ll be sure to write my contact info extra “hard” this time. I’ll make sure to touch up my resume and make it hella “hard” this time around too.
Adults: You just need to hit the pavement, knock on some doors, call the hiring manager!
Every job application ever: PLEASE NO UNSOLICITED VISITS OR PHONE CALLS.
Fact: Our reception pool forwards the names of people who call unsolicited on to HR, who puts the names on a DO NOT HIRE, CANNOT FOLLOW DIRECTIONS list.
neurotypical:u gotta like.. get outta your comfort zone, every day, yknow
me:*is scared while in bed*
#i read a post once that described 90s kids as the generation of nostalgia #because
so much technological advancement happened in such a rapid timeframe when we were growing up #that we can clearly remember having technologies that are now obsolete #like
going from a corded hugeass phone to a small computer in your pocket just within our formative years is a major thing #and it sparks a nostalgia for our seemly ‘simpler’ childhoods #because
so much rapid development makes it seem like it was a lot longer ago than it actually was (x)
When a person decides that you hurt them, you don’t get to decide that you didn’t.
“Opposites attract” should be reserved for like “she’s messy and he’s neat!” Not like “she’s
supportive and he’s a soul-sucking toxic person!”
People like writing about war, but they rarely like writing about the aftermath. And I think that’s a shame, because sometimes writing about the aftermath can be at least as interesting. There’s a lot you can do with what happens after the fighting is done, when people need to rebuild, when they need to find who they are and where they fit in a world that is different than it was when they began.
Write about interpersonal relationships, and how they changed.
Write about how people view themselves and the actions they needed to take.
Write about rebuilding—physically, socially, mentally, emotionally.
Write about the choices people made because they thought they were never going to need to face the consequences.
Write about the emotional toll that war takes, that constant violence takes, that never being able to relax takes.
Write about the physical toll that war takes, about the people who come back missing limbs or neurons.
Write about the people who lost everyone they knew and still have to live with themselves.
Write about the people who lost everything, their homes, their land, the cities, about them finding new places to call home, or not.
Write about the people who are tasked with creating a new world, and the decisions they have to make.
Write about the people who only knew war, who were born after the war started and grew up with only that, who now need to figure out who they are in a world that has no place for them anymore.
Write about the people who were heroes, who know how to be heroes but don’t know how to be people.
Write about the people who weren’t heroes, who were hated, who were disgraced.
Write about the people who didn’t fight in the war because they couldn’t, because they weren’t physically capable or because society said they weren’t suitable.
Write about the people who fought on the losing side, who sacrificed everything and still lost and now need to rebuild with nothing, who are painted as monsters when they need no worse than the side that won.
Write about the trials, for people who committed war crimes, for people who took advantage of what was going on to do what they wanted.
Write about the weapons that are finding their way into the hands of children, cheap and easy to use, because they were left behind when the soldiers packed up and left.
Write about the landmines, the unexploded ordinances, the things that governments forgot were there or just didn’t care.
Write about ten years later, or twenty, or thirty, or one, or six months, or the next day, about what people do when the adrenaline of victory or defeat subsides and they’re left with a world that they no longer understand, that they no longer know, because they spent so long trying to destroy the old world that they forgot that they would have to live in the new one.
Write about the next generation, who grew up with parents who flinched at loud noises and cousins who could remember air raid sirens, who grew up doing drills they didn’t understand because the people who made the drills couldn’t forget that one day they might have been necessary.
Write about the women who stayed behind because they had no choice, about the women who stayed behind because they wanted to, about the women who couldn’t stay behind because there was no behind, because everywhere was a warzone and they were soldiers because everyone was a soldier.
Write about the children who trained for a war that ended before they were old enough to take up arms, where all they know is violence, not peace, how to destroy a city but not how to build one or how to run one.
Write about career soldiers who no longer have a career because the war is over, there’s peace, and so they find work for the highest bidder, for the person most willing to give them a knife or a gun and throw them wherever a little muscle and a lot of violence is needed.
Write about the people who did research on things nobody should ever research, who discovered things they could never speak about, who rationalized what they did as science while knowing it wasn’t.
Write about everyday people coping with everything that happened, with things they saw and things they did and things they knew that they wouldn’t wish on their worst enemy.
Does anyone else feel like a “filler friend”? Like you just sit there, never contributing to the conversation, and when you do, no one notices. You don’t really have a purpose or do anything and kinda just sit there existing. No one ever invites you ever or asks to do anything with you, and people even make group plans right in front of you and neglect your presence. It’s not that anyone means for this to happen it kinda just does?
--This was me my whole life. I’ve been a filler my whole life.
*cis voice* I was going to acknowledge your basic humanity but then you had to be slightly impolite
dear caretakers of children: stop telling kids “I don’t care who started it!”. you’re teaching children to ignore unequal power balances. that leads to legitimate belief in things like reverse racism, misandry, heterophobia, etc. you’re teaching children that it’s wrong to retaliate when they are wronged. “who started it” is very, very relevant.
what’s really amazing to me is that people are so afraid of body hair on women that even in a shaving commercial they won’t show a hairy leg. they demonstrate the razor by shaving a hairless leg. they show their product being completely useless instead of showing leg hair. it’s just wild
"Suicide is stupid? You know what's stupid?
Hurting someone emotionally so hard that they think suicide is the only answer" - Macklemore
Straight person: I like this cause its so realistic. Gay people don’t just talk about how gay they are all the time. Their sexuality is never brought up just like in real life because whats important is they are people not the gender they love
Actual queer person: I’m so gay guys. Like really really gay do you realise how gay I am? Sometimes I lie awake at night thinking about how fucking gay I am my gay potential is through the roof god save my queer soul
Anxiety is wanting to ask your partner a million questions as to why they’re with you, why they say they care about you, and so on.
Depression is not thinking you’re worth enough to even ask those questions, let alone be with them.
and having both of them is the definition of hell
people think i’m joking when i say we need to stop california’s dominance of animation. it’s a problem.
the key to major success lately seems to be: be born in california or nearby, go to calarts, get into the industry. other options come when you can afford to move to california. the industry is VERY quiet in every other part of the country. i live in new york city, possibly the most famous city in the country, and there is next to no work to be found here. yeah there are outliers like Natasha Allegri and Rebecca Sugar, but the majority are from CA.
Pen Ward? CalArts. Craig McCracken? CalArts. Alex Hirsch? CalArts. Lauren Faust? CalArts. Thurop van Orman. Patrick McHale. Paul Rudish. Chris Buck. Aaron Springer. Butch Hartmann. John Lasseter. Jorge Gutierrez. Pete Browngardt. Arlene Klasky. Genndy Tartakovsy. Rob Renzetti. Tim Burton. JG Quintel.
ALL Calarts alumni.
To make a further point: just about EVERY SINGLE ORIGINAL SHOW running on Cartoon Network right now has a CalArts alum as the showrunner, the only exceptions being Steven Universe and Gumball. Now you might be asking: why’s this a problem?? these people are brilliant. they make great shows, they’re creative geniuses. and i agree. and that’s part of the problem.
we got to see their work out of sheer luck. the luck that they could be born in california OR uproot themselves to move there, that they could afford to go to calarts, where the tuition is over 40,000 a year and growing. that they had friends who could offer them work in california.
consider all the people we’re missing out on. i haven’t even graduated yet and i’m already seeing TONS of my colleagues and peers who had starry eyed dreams of just being a PART of the animation process–doing inbetweens, storyboarding, designing characters–give up when they realized they couldnt get to california.
it is, to say the least, hard to uproot yourself and move across the country with 50,000 dollars in student loans on your back and no job that pays more than minimum wage, with no guaranteed apartment waiting for you.
the most talented animation visionary in the world could be giving up right now, because they were born in pennsylvania and their household makes less than 40,000 a year. CalArts is not the problem. But the fact that CalArts seems to be the ONLY school you can hope to go to make it–and every other option being outliers or exceptions—is a BIG problem. we’re losing tons of potential talent like this and its an issue. the industry needs to branch out, it needs to learn to accomodate people who dont live in LA.
this probably sounds whiny, but i’m tired of seeing amazingly talented people with brilliant ideas give up because they cant move away from everything they know, up to their ears in debt, hoping for the small chance of getting to draw keyframes for nickelodeon.
we need to do better tbh.
“There’s one big difference between the poor and the rich,” Kite says, taking a drag from his cigarette. We are in a pub, at lunch-time. John Kite is always, unless stated otherwise, smoking a fag, in a pub, at lunch-time.
“The rich aren’t evil, as so many of my brothers would tell you. I’ve known rich people – I have played on their yachts – and they are not unkind, or malign, and they do not hate the poor, as many would tell you. And they are not stupid - or at least, not any more than the poor are. Much as I find amusing the idea of a ruling class of honking toffs, unable to put their socks on without Nanny helping them, it is not true. They build banks, and broker deals, and formulate policy, all with perfect competency.
No – the big difference between the rich and the poor is that the rich are blithe. They believe nothing can every really be so bad. They are born with the lovely, velvety coating of blitheness – like lanugo, on a baby – and it is never rubbed off by a bill that can’t be paid; a child that can’t be educated; a home that must be left for a hostel, when the rent becomes too much.
Their lives are the same for generations. There is no social upheaval that will really affect them. If you’re comfortably middle-class, what’s the worst a government policy could do? Ever? Tax you at 90% and leave your bins, unemptied, on the pavement. But you and everyone you know will continue to drink wine – but maybe cheaper – go on holiday – but somewhere nearer – and pay off your mortgage – although maybe later.
Consider, now, then, the poor. What’s the worst a government policy can do to them? It can cancel their operation, with no recourse to private care. It can run down their school – with no escape route to a prep. It can have you out of your house and in a B&B by the end of the year. When the middle classes get passionate about politics, they’re arguing about their treats - their tax-breaks and their investments. When the poor get passionate about politics, they’re fighting for their lives.
Politics will always mean more to the poor. Always. That’s why we strike and march, and despair when our young say they won’t vote. That’s why the poor are seen as more vital, and animalistic. No classical music for us – no walking around National Trust properties, or buying reclaimed flooring. We don’t have nostalgia. We don’t do yesterday. We can’t bare it. We don’t want to be reminded of our past, because it was awful: dying in mines, and slums, without literacy, or the vote. Without dignity. It was all so desperate, then. That’s why the present and the future is for the poor - that’s the place in time for us: surviving now, hoping for better, later. We live now - for our instant, hot, fast treats, to pep us up: sugar, a cigarette, a new fast song on the radio.
You must never, never forget, when you talk to someone poor, that it takes ten times the effort to get anywhere from a bad post-code. It’s a miracle when someone from a bad post-code gets anywhere, son. A miracle they do anything at all.”
Stop criticizing/shaming people who set up donation funds/accounts for themselves. These are individuals who truly need the money, because of circumstances out of their control.
Those circumstances may include structural racism, classism, mental health issues, family issues, lack of employment, poverty, disability, lack of disability services, medical bills, lack of a support system, difficulty attaining employment, being kicked out or evicted, substance abuse, recovering from or attempting to leave an abusive relationship/situation, etc, etc.
Shaming someone for what you call “begging for money,” when really it is just politely raising awareness about an individual’s situation in the hopes that generous people might be able to help them out, is unnecessary and cruel, and reflects poorly on you. It also stigmatizes asking for help and reaching out.
Think about if you were in any of the above circumstances. Would you be shaming then? If you were in a situation in which basic necessities such as food, water, shelter, and medicine were virtually unavailable to you?I don’t think so.
As a feminist I think women should also be drafted if necessary.
As a feminist I think women should not be given a lighter sentence compared to a man who did the same crime.
As a feminist I think female abusers should be held at the same level as male abusers
As a feminist I think male rape victims are just as equal as female rape victims and deserve the same attention.
As a feminist I believe in complete equality between genders even if that equality isn’t always “beneficial” to me
Feminism=gender equality, not female superiority
So for all you feminists out their who think that all men should die, remember, you are not a feminist.
Bring up feminisim to most men and the firt thing they want to talk about is the right to hit women back. Not equal pay, but their right to beat women.
I think what bothers me so much about the “feminists are ugly” or “feminists are hairy” or “feminists are lesbian” stereotypes is—
So fucking what?
Some of us ARE ugly. Some of us ARE hairy. Some of us ARE lesbians. And it shouldn’t fucking invalidate anything we’re fucking saying to you.
But you know, if you believed that, if you actually believed that our sexual usefulness to men is irrelevant to the conversation about our basic human rights, you wouldn’t be a fucking misogynist, would you?
If you’re reblogging this and adding conventionally beautiful heterosexual feminists, you’re missing my point entirely.
Our attractiveness and/or availability to men should not determine the validity of our movement.
Stop fighting the “Feminists are ugly lesbians” stereotype by shouting, “No, we’re not!” Fight it by acknowledging that that’s a shitty critique of a movement for people who want our human rights.
The fact that this is even a problem - that our cause is so often critiqued not by discussions about our ideas but about whether or not we are sexually attractive/available to men - is proof that we’re being viewed not as human beings who deserve rights but as sexual objects.
When someone dismisses your cause because they can’t/don’t want to fuck the people in it, your response should not be, “LOOK, SOME OF US ARE FUCKABLE!” It should be, “What a shitty person you are for believing that’s a requirement for us to be worth listening to.”
All men benefit from women’s reinforced fear of being hurt for saying no. read it again and again
Understand that this applies even to non-sexual situations. Women are more likely to be asked for favors from coworkers. Regular “can you file this for me” / “can you cover my shift” / “can you finish up this paperwork” workplace favors. Men are less likely to return those favors. Women are more likely to be seen as “difficult to work with” if they refuse to do favors when requested. Being viewed as ungenerous has negative social and professional consequences.
So yes, even gay men benefit. All men benefit from women’s reinforced fear of being hurt, not just physically, but also socially and professionally, for saying no to anything at all.
Me:So when you see the 4 year old boy pull the little girl's hair...
Students:He likes her!
Me:Now they are around 11 or 12 and he grabs her arm and wrestles her to the ground even though she calls him a jerk and yells at him to leave her alone.
Students:That is just how boys are.
Me:Now they are 18 and he grabs her arm and--
h, that's not okay.
Me:Really? How would he know? How would she know? How would you know? You just told me that for the first 17 years of these children's lives that you thought it was cute, sweet, and natural for a boy to grab a girl and be rough with her.
h, is right.
Expert says many more girls have autism than was thought, and failure to diagnose them can lead to misery
So, basically, what this article is saying is they discovered the way that boys present with autism, went “well that covers 100% of the population surely!” and then didn’t bother figuring out how autism presents in girls.
Girls slip through the diagnostic net, said Attwood, because they are so good at camouflaging or masking their symptoms. “Boys tend to externalise their problems, while girls learn that, if they’re good, their differences will not be noticed,” he said. “Boys go into attack mode when frustrated, while girls suffer in silence and become passive-aggressive. Girls learn to appease and apologise. They learn to observe people from a distance and imitate them. It is only if you look closely and ask the right questions, you see the terror in their eyes and see that their reactions are a learnt script.”
Tony Attwood, founder of the first diagnostic and treatment clinic for children and adults with Asperger’s, and author of The Complete Guide to Asperger’s Syndrome, agreed with Gould’s estimation of a 2.5:1 ratio of boys to girls. “The bottom line is that we understand far too little about girls with ASDs because we diagnose autism based on a male conceptualisation of the condition. We need a complete paradigm shift,” he said.
WE FIGURED OUT HOW TO DIAGNOSE BOYS AND BECAUSE WE FIGURED THAT WOULD WORK FOR EVERYONE BECAUSE BOYS AND GIRLS ARE SO EXACTLY THE SAME (child psychology would DISAGREE WITH YOU IDIOTS) NOW WE’RE REAL SURPRISED THAT WE FUCKED UP.
This. This is a feminist issue. This is an issue like holy shit there are doctors out there who will deny a female patient who is referred to them because ‘lul girls don’t get austism’. They didn’t think to do any more research because, whatever right? We figured out how to solve the male side of the problem.
This is so wrong on so many levels.
And it’s not just an issue of “how it presents” in boys vs girls.
Think about it:
A boy is quiet, unsociable, and fixated on a topic that interests him but might be considered unusual. He walks on his toes. He refuses to eat anything but Kix cereal and saltines. He can’t keep a grip on the monkeybars on the playground. Parents will notice. He isn’t “behaving right”, boys are supposed to be outgoing, right? Loud and rambunctious? Interested in everything around them? Eat any food put in front of them? Athletic and strong?
Now think of a girl in the same situation. She walks on her toes- how cute she must be imitating mommy’s high heels, or the ballerina in her favorite movie she watches all day every day without end. She’s quiet. “Wow, so fortunate your little girl is so well behaved, not a brat like my daughter!” She refuses to eat anything but Kix cereal and saltines? She’s just being fussy. Girls are always fussy, didn’t you know? She can’t do math? It’s okay. Girls are bad at math. Right? She can’t keep a grip on the monkeybars but obviously it’s just because girls aren’t good at sports.
My point being, parents not noticing a girl’s Autism is deeply rooted in sexism. And it’s bullshit. Even today my mom acts like there’s “no way” I could be autistic even though my brother (diagnosed at 9yrs when I was 5) and I presented THE EXACT SAME SYMPTOMS!!! FOR OUR ENTIRE CHILDHOOD!!! AND WE STILL DO!!!! My brother got every bit of aid available at the time, IEPs in school, special arrangements at home for his sensory difficulties. You know what I got? I got told to stop being a picky little bitch. To suck it up. Because I’m a girl.
Just remember. There is no such thing as a fake geek girl.
There are only fake geek boys.
Science fiction was invented by a woman.
Specifically a teenage girl. You know, someone who would be a part of the demographic that some of these boys are violently rejecting.
It just kills me when writers create franchises where like 95% of the speaking roles are male, then get morally offended that all of the popular ships are gay. It’s like, what did they expect? #friendly
reminder that I once put my statistics degree to good use and did some calculations about ship ratios#and yes considering the gender ratios of characters#the prevalence of gay ships is completely predictable (via sarahtonin42)#whenever
I think “why don’t I ship enough yuri???” I remember#oh
right#there’s not nearly enough female characters that interact with eachother enough in most series
actual same, because even if there are ENOUGH female chars, are they as well written/fleshed out/have as large a presence as the male chars? Chances are preeeettty slim.
Also why whenever I find characters I want to cosplay, they are like, all dudes, because, same thing.
I’m gonna depress the hell out of all of you. ready? ok go
so, that “stop devaluing feminized work post”
nice idea and all
but the thing is, as soon as a decent number of women enter any field, it becomes “feminized,” and it becomes devalued.
as women enter a field in greater number, people become less willing to pay for it, the respect for it drops, and it’s seen as less of a big deal. it’s not about the job- it’s about the number of women in the job.
observe what happened with biology. it’s STEM, sure, but anyone in a male-dominated science will sneer at the idea of it being ‘for real,’ nevermind that everyone sure took it more seriously when it was a male dominated field. so has happened with scores of other areas; nursing comes to mind
so the thing is, it’s not the work or the job that has to be uplifted and seen as more respectable. it will never work out, until people start seeing women as respectable
but there’s a doozy and who the fuck knows if it’s ever happening in my life time
“observe what happened with biology. it’s STEM, sure, but anyone in a male-dominated science will sneer at the idea of it being ‘for real,’ nevermind that everyone sure took it more seriously when it was a male dominated field.”
Personal anecdote time! I’m in a biology graduate program. An acquaintance wanted to introduce some guy to me because his son was thinking about becoming an undergrad science major. When he found out I was in the biology department, he grinned and said, “Well, I guess that’s kind of related to science.”
I gave him what I hope was an icy look and said, “Isn’t it strange how men outside the field started saying that right around the time biology majors shifted from mostly male to mostly female?”
The guy got this look on his face like he was about to play the “just a joke” card, and then an older woman who had been standing nearby, talking to someone else, turned to me and said, “The same thing happened with real estate.” She went on to explain that, over the course of the career, the male-to-female ratio among real estate agents had dropped, and the pay and “prestige factor” of that job dropped along with it.
This is also famous for happening to teaching. Keep an eye on medicine over the next fifteen years and watch as it becomes less prestigious and less well-paid.
It also happened to secretarial/administrative work - in the 19th century, clerical work was utterly respectable and seen as requiring quite a lot of talent and skill (which it still does!) but then along came the typewriter and women entering the field and HEY PRESTO “she’s just some secretary”
at my university, chemical engineering, or chem eng, was often referred to as “fem eng” why? because it’s an exact 50/50 ratio of women to men, which clearly makes it too feminine. in the 70s/80s chemical engineering was one of the most important and hardest engineering fields (plastics! pulp and paper! OIL) but now that there are more women in the field it’s considered an easier field, in comparison to other fields.
for example, i once heard a girl in mech eng list some of the engineering fields in the order she thought was hardest to easiest. you know what it was? electrical, mechanical, chemical. it’s absolutely no surprise that this list is also a handy ordering of fewest women in the field to most women in the field.
AND, another point! this happens the other way around too. computer science related fields used to be dominated by women, which made it not very important (switchboard operators? yup). once men started taking over the field, well that’s when the big money and prestige came in.
The field of anthropology, which is becoming female dominated from what I can see, has been determined to be useless by some. (I’ve even had girls in STEM fields tell me I don’t study a “real science” so how’s about that internalized misogyny for ya) When I was majoring in anthropology, Gov. Rick Scott determined that Florida didn’t need any more anthropologists and wanted to reduce funding to programs and increase funding to STEM programs. While not considered a STEM field, anthropologists have contributed to the research behind STEM programs and provide a wide variety of services to Florida alone. A team of anthropologists created a powerpoint “This is Anthropology“ to talk about dozens of programs and services they contribute to in Florida which include healthcare programs, education programs, disaster relief, forensic investigation, environmental programs and conservation efforts, research for fortune 500 businesses, agricultural programs, immigration programs, programs and services for the elderly, etc. I’m also in the field of education, and we’re constantly made out to be overpaid (we’re not) and made out to be incapable of doing our jobs without very strict guidance.
It’s all very insulting, really. No matter what we study. No matter what we do to earn a living. It will never be good enough.
It isn’t limited to the US either. In my father’s home country, medicine is mainly pursued by women, and thus, being a doctor isn’t seen as prestigious or respectable.
I’ve had the same thoughts, especially in regards to bio and anthro.
This is why the supposed “debunking” of the wage gap is utter bullshit. Anti-feminists want to tell you that women make less than men because they “just go into different fields”, completely ignoring the race gap and completely ignoring the fact that “just going into different fields” erases all context and social conditioning regarding WHY women go into different fields and WHY those fields are less paid.
Patriarchy backfiring on men is not sexism against men.
straight men repress their feelings so severely with their friends and family, and then they come across a girl (whos been socialized to be Empathetic and Nurturing) and they find that they can tell this girl about their Feelings ! everythings great she’s The One ! in reality they just have a normal human bond but actually connecting with anyone is so foreign to men and their emotionally barren male relationships that it seems like something great and wonderful. so now girl is put on a pedestal that she’ll eventually fall from bc she’s human and not just a Male Feelings Receptacle and everyone loses all bc fathers refuse to cry in front of their sons
If a girl fucks the same dick 50 times it doesn’t matter.
If a girl fucks 50 different dicks her vagina has stretched into a black hole.
Fuckboi logic knows no bounds.
“Soon you’ll realize that many people will love the idea of you but will lack the maturity to handle the reality of you.”
i feel like a lot of people fail to realize that for some, loving fictional characters is the closest thing they have to loving themselves. self love can be so, so hard. so when you see someone else on a screen, someone that you can relate to, you pour your heart and soul into loving them. you want to protect them and give them the love you can’t convince yourself you deserve. and maybe that can bring you one step closer to loving yourself.
not voting isn’t refusing to play the game. You’re in this country, you’re subject to the game whether you like it or not. The only way not to play is to leave, and the vast majority of us don’t have that option. Not voting is playing the game but saying ‘pass’ every time your turn comes up and then wondering why you lost.
Making young people not vote is actually a tactic used in politics to keep the satus quo. The young vote is always the one for change, so dissuading them from voting at all is actually a political tactic used by the people in charge to keep themselves there.
Voting is rebellion.
Choosing to not vote (not being able to for pretty much any reason is a different story) does nothing but give your permission to establish a dictatorship.
When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long in the first place.
“Why is my sanity paying the price for the mistakes you made?”
“Sometimes a friend with depression will say no to a lot of things and decline all or most of your invitations. This can make you feel like you’re overstepping boundaries and should immediately leave them alone until they reach out to you themselves. Pay attention to this feeling: it’s true that when people keep saying no to things you ask, it’s probably a good idea to stop asking. However, depression can also cause people to say no while wishing they could say yes.
The way to deal with this is not to assume, but to just ask directly: “You’ve said no the past few times I’ve invited you to do something. That’s okay, but I just wanted to check: would you like me to keep inviting you?” I’ve done this before with other people dealing with depression and found that they often respond that they do want me to keep asking, and they hope that one of these days they’ll be able to say yes.”