Pardon Me While I Have a Strange Interlude

fuckyourwritinghabits:

nega-che-chalaga:

winchesterbr0s:

hesmybrother-hesadopted:

czarnoksieznik:

beesmygod:

“chuffed doesnt mean what you think it means”

it means exactly what i think it means its just some stupid word that literally has two definitions that mean the opposite thing

what in the shit pissing fuck

This makes me really chuffed.

This post is quite egregious

DID YOU KNOW I HATE THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE

TRY TEACHING IT

I cannot sanction this. Or maybe I can.

If he likes something, his kids automatically dislike it? I didn’t know Sasha and Malia Obama were Tea Partiers.

(Source: pleatedjeans, via glintglimmergleam)

flowerstories:

hahahah! Love this. :)

is so accurate!

So here I am on Tumblr, of course.

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liberalsarecool:

Or view our military occupation of other countries.

Nothing to add

littlespacecase:

• Societal expectations of masculinity
• Societal expectations to provide for women
• No long term reversible male birth control
• Men who are raped are more likely to remain silent and be dismissed or outright laughed at 
• Unfair treatment in child custody battles
• Alimony 
• No support for male victims of domestic abuse

Not men’s issues

• The friend zone
• Women not dating you
• “Fucking femnazis”

Alimony isn’t really a big deal, as I understand it — it exists because of structural sexism against women, not as an attack on men. As for unfair treatment vis-a-vis custody, statistically that’s true only under a … specialized … definition of “unfair.”

EDIT SOME DAYS LATER: Adboc on the rest of it; they are issues that affect men (disproportionately if not exclusively), but I so often hear them raised as justifications for anti-feminism or even misogyny that I have to resist the temptation to refute them.

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brute-reason:

I used to think that I had no right to talk about the ways in which I’ve suffered or to ask for sympathy because there are others who have it worse.

Then I started meeting some of those people, and guess what? They felt the exact same way.

So either we’ve all suffered and we all deserve to talk…

Other people suffering doesn’t make my lot easier to bear (in fact, since I am not without empathy, other people’s suffering makes me sad; if my situation didn’t change in absolute terms but everyone else’s did so that I was the most wretched person on earth, that would be good for humanity as a whole without being bad for anyone [and everyone — myself included — would have it pretty good]).

And of course there’s the hedonia treadmill or whatever the phrase is: take one of those people who is worse off than I am and put them in my situation. At first, sure, they’ll be happy, because it is (by definition) an improvement. But after a few weeks, a month, I don’t see this person being any more satisfied than I am.

SA forums goon Epiphyte (via vastderp)

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And if you can only donate by going back into the closet for an hour, that’s your decision to make.

Taking practical issues into account—such as the shelf life of blood—doesn’t mean you’re being cynical, or not doing enough, it means you’re actually interested in helping, rather than appearing helpful.

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—from my favorite (sorta spoilery, sorry) scene in The Fault in Our Stars

Or, as someone else said on Twitter:

As a Jew, I’m pretty sure Anne Frank woulda been way more into One Direction than Bieber, though she’d have a few of his songs on her iPod.

— Jordan Zakarin (@jordanzakarin)

April 14, 2013

My dad thought a good way for his kid to understand the Holocaust was to show her lots of super graphic, terrifying documentaries about concentration camps. Like when I was a young kid. As a not-so-funny result, I am on some level truly always thinking about what I’d do if I had to either run for my life OR find a way to cleverly hide out in my house, possibly for years on end.

It took me a long time to realize that was a pretty fucked up response to have internalized from what was probably an well-intentioned family history lesson.

Maybe it was Angela Chase on My So-Called Life back in 1994/95, actually, who helped me start to put it in perspective:

Teacher: So how would you describe Anne Frank?

Angela: Lucky.

Teacher: Is that supposed to be funny, Angela? How on earth could you make a statement like that? Anne Frank perished in a concentration camp. Anne Frank is a tragic figure. How could Anne Frank be lucky?

Angela: I don’t know. Cause she was trapped in an attic for three years with this guy she really liked? 

My point being: Whatever certain…finesse might have been lacking in the note Justin Bieber left after visiting the Anne Frank House — which it seems like he actually wanted to visit — I don’t think it does any of us any good to act like “never forget” means “never discuss except using this very specific approved set of responses.” 

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It wasn’t the best thought out thing to say, but Justin Bieber isn’t a leading intellectual light (nor is there any reason for anyone to expect that of him, nor is it his cultural role), and I’m not sure it’s actually offensive. But it wasn’t deep or reverential, and so people sort of defaulted to “offended” without really zeroing in on what, specifically, was offensive about it.

summer-of-supervillainy:

climateadaptation:

I ate at a robot restaurant in MSP Int’l Airport. Each seat has one of these tablets (not sure the brand). And each seat has two electric outlets including two for a USB. You can see the USB ports on the outlet on the left. The wood is fake, so are the leather seats. TV screens hung from nearly every wall surface. I’m not sure if you can see it, but can you see the steam behind the counter? I can’t be 100% sure, but I’d swear it was artificial, like that fake smoke at clubs. Even the battery operated candle had a fake flicker.

To order food and drinks, you swipe and poke at the tablet, which, btw, also has full internet access. After you order, you pay by swiping your credit card on a swiper nearby (out of frame).

About five minutes later a server delivers your order, which looks nearly identical(!) to the meal in the photos. Eerie. If you need something, there is red “Assistance” button on the bottom right of the tablet (you can see it on the tablet above). Push that, and someone comes over and asks “How may I assist you?”

All the diners had forks in one hand while swiping news or email on the tablet with the other. The place was spookily silent. Everyone’s heads were down, focused on the screens, and shoveling food in their mouths, as if sedated.

We live in the future.

Words cannot express how much this post pisses me off. 

Oh no, are frazzled, stressed, dog-tired, hungry people not being forced to interact with minimum-wage waitstaff? The horror. The fucking horror. What a loss for everyone. What a joyous experience you have stolen from both parties.

How dare you let people eat meals in privacy and silence when they want to? How dare they be able to acquire food without spending their limited energy on social interactions? People definitely shouldn’t be allowed a few minutes of solace after a busy day in an airport or airplane, overwhelmed by being near hundreds of people.

And giving people USB ports? And access to the internet? How goddamn terrible that you would allow travelers to recharge their phones or check their email. Because you know what the people on the other end of the phones and email are? FAKE. They are impostor robot alien clone people who don’t count, because the most important factor for determining whether you want to talk to someone should be whether they are physically within a few feet of you. 

Also, technology is inherently evil and morally bankrupt. Wood is inherently better than something that looks a lot like wood and fulfills the same function, except either better or cheaper. Instead of credit cards, financial transactions should be conducted by handing over cash, or bartering. Instead of TV shows or websites that people can change to fit their preferences, entertainment is best conducted via live stage shows, or puppet shows if you must sully the joyous art of human interaction. Text should be read from ink-stained surfaces, or maybe clay tablets. Even a battery-powered candle spells the doom of society.

Only joyless dystopian sheeple could possibly enjoy light entertainment and talking to people they know instead of staring around a cafe and waiting for the patrons or waitstaff to entertain them. Just think, you could be having a manic pixie dream girl experience with a complete stranger, right now! 

Seriously though, don’t act like every frontier of technology means the end of the world. Sometimes, Life As We Know It is simply Life As Good As We Could Manage It So Far, and is open to improvements. Don’t act like the world is going to hell because Kids These Days have developed a sudden unholy fascination with their tiny screens. Be honest. People are people. If that shit existed back in the Good Old Days, people would have used it too. Some people back in the day would have vastly preferred e-readers over books, or smartphones over crossword puzzles, and some people these days still have their books and crosswords and knitting.

And please get over your fear of plastic.

Until I got to “shoveling food” I didn’t realize this person was complaining. Take out that para and it sounds almost excited about this (which is right, because this is awesome). Only trouble is I’ll bet the automation lulls people into not tipping, or tipping badly.

Anent which, the crack about “minimum-wage waitstaff” comes off as kinda classist.

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mediamattersforamerica:

When right-wing media complain about the government, they forget who takes out their trash, teaches their children and keeps them safe at night.

Colonoscopies are not always (or even usually) pleasant, but they’re necessary.

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