I’m watching it from a safe distance but the online knitting community got their hands on a couple of tech bros who decided they should buy “knitting.com” for a ton of money and disrupt a marketplace they’ve done zero research on and are basically now just crowdsourcing advice from people who hate them, it’s like watching a bumbling overconfident predator wander into dangerous territory on a documentary
i’ve been sitting in my little safari van with binoculars watching the whole thing unfold in sheer delight, it’s been a hell of a show. they did market research by going to joanne’s fabrics. they spelled purling as pearling when they tried to pretend like they were one of the gang. they explicitly dismissed the existing online community of knitters as ‘grannies with blogs’.
The frame seems to be working well! Dearborn is obsessed with it, as she was with the hoop. I thought I’d add in my standard-sized mason jar mug so that you guys could get a better sense of scale, since Dearborn is quite small, but I think I just made it look kind of like a weird still-life.
[ID: A photo of my cross-stitch lap frame with the Good Omens stained-glass-window cross-stitch mounted on it; crouched beneath and just behind the frame on the right side is Dearborn the tortie. Next to her and a little closer to the viewer is a mason jar mug full of Diet Coke and ice cubes.]
i made this instead of writing a very important application, so i hope you like it. it was extremely difficult to find a tweet for every main character instead of just making it about baltar every time, because well…he’s just such a guy.
every day i get a little madder about the ‘dream job’ narrative… all i want is to have a job that benefits society somewhat, doesn’t abuse me, and lets me live a happy life outside of my job lol. jobs should not be (and arguably can’t be) cosmic destinies and identities
When folks say “Protect Lil Nas X” I want you to understand that this is coming from a deep place in queer culture. One of the prime directives of the queer community is to protect young and recently out queer folks. It comes from a place of understanding that coming out is inherently a traumatic process. Being young and queer in a community where queerness is not accepted is inherently traumatic.
It does not matter if the young queer person is annoying or cringe or wearing rainbows from head to toe and transforming themselves into a walking stereotype. That’s part of the process of reclaiming identity for a LOT of people. Sometimes shoving it in people’s faces is the only way you can get over the instinct to cower and conform. It doesn’t matter if they made some off-color jokes while they work through internalized queerphobia. It doesn’t even matter if you like the young queer person much as a person.
You protect them. Because someone protected you. Or because no one was around to protect you, and you know how much that sucked. You see a young person in a gay bar that looks a little lost or nervous, guess what? That’s your child now. Go help them fix their lip gloss and tell them their body glitter is cute and teach them how to tell if someone is giving them the eye from across the room. You see them getting hassled? Take out those earrings, you’re giving someone a smackdown tonight.
The queer community has been so turned against itself in recent years, we’re forgetting our fucking roots. We’re not here to bitch out queer kids for making mistakes while they figure out who the fuck they are. We’re here to throw bricks at cops.
