on the plus side, being that the fish are now catholic, they can no longer use birth control which will be a boon to populations that have been over-fished to the breaking point.
the down side, is that they now eat humans on fridays.
Depending on the species of fish, they might have already been doing that
Janelle Monae coming out as non-binary is super, super important to me as a black femme and I sincerely hope that you all boost them just like you boost white trans people who come out.
don’t get me wrong i love seeing aroace rep bc im also aroace but i wish there was a character that was just aromantic without the ace.a non-sam aro or alloaro.bc a lot of aroace characters their asexuality overshadows their aromanticism SO much and it’s like creators are scared to make a character that’s strictly aro meanwhile there’s no problem making characters be ace and not aro
(don’t apologize for derailing you make a great point!)
amatonormativity is far.far far FAR too common,even in queer spaces.every other day i see a post on my dash that’s like “love is the meaning of everything actually and if you don’t like love you’re bad”
and i think amatonormativity plays a big part to how alloaros specifically are treated because you can be sexually attracted to somone only if you’re in love them too,otherwise you’re predatory and a player and a horrible person(don’t even get me STARTED on how hetero aro men get treated) alloaros get alienated and treated like horrible people simply for their sexuality because sexual attraction is seen as predatory and bad while romantic love is seen as pure and good
people can literally not comprehend not being in love with anyone,and while aroace rep is great and aroace ppl are valid and deserve the representation i think the reason the only aromantic character rep is when they’re also asexual;is to make their asexuality “compensate” for their aromanticism,because aromanticism itself is a bad weird sexuality that challenges the norm
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this too! often when a character gets confirmed as aroace i see a lot of people saying “ace rep! ace rep!”. while yes it is ace rep, it’s not just ace rep, and those comments just come off as erasing aromanticism
i also get this in real life- there’s been multiple times where i come out to someone as aroace and then they proceed to refer to me as only “asexual” (which is especially annoying because i tend to prioritize my aro identity over my ace identity)
anyways, to bring it back to the original point of this post, there absolutely needs to be more non-ace aro rep. aromanticism is so under-repesented, and what little “mainstream” representation we do have all being aroace makes aromanticism seem like an “add-on” to asexuality
“It’s funny,” I told Flewin. “We have an old Nintendo Game Boy floating around the house, and Tetris is the only game we own. My wife will sometimes dig it out to play on airplanes and long car rides. She’s weirdly good at it. She can get 500 or 600 lines, no problem.”
What Flewin said next I will never forget.
“Oh, my!”
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TL;DR on the article
The husband was writing an article on classic video game records, was surprised to find out that holding the Tetris record is a bit of a big deal, and mentions how good his wife is at it.
The guy he’s talking to mentions that the record is 327, way lower than his wifes usual scores of 500-600.
They travel to a tournament, and she goes to do her attempt. Just after she beats 327, and is climbing higher, a judge brings up to the husband that the specific version she’s playing actually has a different record of 545.
She overhears that she needs to beat 500-something, and keeps going, setting the record at 841.
“And so, I’m also afraid of women. I’m afraid of women who’ve either emboldened or defended the men who have harmed me, or have watched in silence. I’m afraid of women who adopt masculine traits and then feel compelled to dominate or silence me at dinner parties. I’m afraid of women who see me as a predator and whose comfort I consequently put before my own by using male locker rooms. I’m afraid of women who have internalized their experiences of misogyny so deeply that they make me their punching bag. I’m afraid of the women who, like men, reject my pronouns and refuse to see my femininity, or who comment on or criticize my appearance, down to my chipped nail polish, to reiterate that I am not one of them. I’m afraid of women who, when I share my experiences of being trans, try to console me by announcing “welcome to being a woman,” refusing to recognize the ways in which our experiences fundamentally differ. But I’m especially afraid of women because my history has taught me that I can’t fully rely upon other women for sisterhood, or allyship, or protection from men.”
Here is my opinion as a recruiter (of course recruiting is highly subjective and everyone has their own biases in hiring)
1. If its your first job after a gap, don’t say its a health reason. They will probably not ask more but they’ll probably mentally downgrade you because ‘Are they really okay to come back to work?’ If it’s further back, it’ll be less of an issue. This goes triple for any job that is physical.
2. Depending on hiring person, I find 'I was caring for a family member full time’ to be a good reason for a gap that I won’t question.
3. If you have the opportunity while in a gap, get a certification or degree. Then you can use that as a reason for your gap and it could potentially turn the view of that gap from negative to positive.
4. If you have a “good” reason, most people understand. I speak to people daily who were a Covid layoff and we don’t count this gap against them. I also sometimes talk to people who have to explain gaps around 2008 with “Well that was during the financial crisis” and I go say no more I understand.
4. If you don’t have a “good” reason, pretend you do. Don’t lie but make it sound like the gap was a thing you chose. “I had the opportunity after leaving my last job to take a few months before looking for work again.” “I was able to work on building my home business (Ebay, etsy, etc), but now I’m looking for something more stable.”
These are all really great and very helpful, thanks for sharing!!!
so this has been relevant long enough to become a classic huh
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A black and white cartoon shows an anthro cat in line to receive a vaccine. A nurse injects some vaccine into the cat, and we zoom in on a single drop of the vaccine arriving in the body. It flails its arms as a slide whistle plays, emphasizing the speed of its descent. It bounces with sproingy noises and giggles as it lands.
Then, it puts on a spiky “virus” costume and strolls up to a bunch of white blood cells relaxing in a park. It yells, and loud bird chirps play. A speech bubble translates this as, “Hey, I’m a virus,” but the vaccine gets no response.
It begins harassing the white blood cells. It sticks its tongue out at one cell, and yells even louder, “hit me! hit me!”
It does an obnoxious dance near another cell, interupting the cell’s yoga routine with loud club music, and yells, “Hey, I’m a virus!”
It repeatedly slaps the ass of another resting white blood cell, and yells “Stand up, bitch!”
Eventually, the white blood cells get tired of the vaccine’s behaviour, and draw giant hammers to absolutely pummel it out of existence.
In the moment before the white blood cells beat it to death, it smiles and sheds a single tear, visibly proud of achieving its life’s work.
As it lies dying in the middle of the circle of enraged white blood cells, it hands one of them a small card, and says, “There will be others like me. Be aware.”
Then, with a dramatic closeup, the vaccine droplet’s hand falls to the ground and it dies.
In silence, we zoom back out of the cat’s body. The cat is walking down the street when a nearby panda sneezes. A spiky virus which looks like the costume the vaccine wore flies through the air and up the cat’s nose. We zoom back in to see it landing on the same hill as the vaccine did. It sneaks around the body, an evil grin on its face. Then, it bumps into a white blood cell.
The white blood cell is still holding the card the vaccine gave it, which is a photograph of the vaccine in its costume, holding a sign that says, “annoying virus.”
The blood cell compares the virus to the photograph, and immediately draws its giant hammer.
The virus is them pummelled to death by a bunch of white blood cells before it can do any harm.
Zooming back out, we see the cat wearing a mask and giving a thumbs up, with text reading, “Remember to protect yourself, after vaccinated!”
I really can’t emphasize enough how much I don’t care if the anecdotes people tell on here are true. We are sitting around a campfire telling tall tales, embellishments and flights of fancy are part of the fun
When the man at the bait shop tells you he almost caught a bass thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig you don’t write a callout post accusing him of gaslighting
I was talking about being afraid of people leaving me behind because I’m too sick, and my boyfriend just looked at me and said: “It’s my choice to be your boyfriend. It’s your friends choice to be your friends. You don’t have to understand it, but you have to respect our choice. Don’t try to make the decision of whether you’re worthy of people on their behalf because that’s not your decision to make.” I think that’s an important thing to remember. That whether we’re worthy of someone’s time and effort is something others can decide for themselves regardless of whether or not we agree with them. There’s a lot of peace in realizing that literally all you have to do is accept the love other people choose to throw your way. That you aren’t the one who gets to determine that you aren’t worthy of their love. That other people can choose to love you regardless of how you feel about yourself - and that you can learn to respect their choice even though you’re feeling unworthy.
One day I said out loud, “when we’re apart I think you must hate me, I picture you seeing my name when I text you and heaving this big sigh because I’m so annoying” and he quietly said “that’s a little mean. I wish you wouldn’t picture me that way” and something clicked
Since Kung Pow Penis is coming back into the tumblrina’s arsenal, and new users are supposedly coming here from twitter who might not know in the first place, I think people need a bit of a reminder how to use it properly. You should only start or continue a KPP attack if OP is the one you’re trying to use it on. If you use it on somebody who added to the post, they won’t see shit past the initial K, and a potentially undeserving OP will have their notifications spammed by stray letters for ages.
With great power comes great responsibility, and with great Kung Pow comes great Penis.
Having internet friends is an experience. Did you eat today? I can’t believe your sister hasn’t apologized yet, what a bitch. Drink a glass of water right now. Want to see a cat picture? I love you. I know you better than your parents. I don’t know your name. I’m having a rough day, can you talk to me about your favorite videogame? I love you. Good morning means good night means good afternoon means go to sleep. Here’s a doodle I made in class. I’m stealing your clothes as we speak, they’re so pretty. I love you. I love your pet. What does your hair look like? I’d love to see that weird leaf. I love you. I’m making you your favorite food. Thank you for holding my secrets for me. I love you. We’re having a coffe date. I love you. I’m giving you a screen-sized hug. I love you. I love you. I love you.
Ursula K. Le Guin’s 1969 novel The Left Hand of Darkness was a big deal in feminist science fiction for being one of the first widely popular and critically acclaimed works to do cool shit with sex and gender (which was certainly nothing new, but previous such works had rarely “taken off” the way LHoD did). It was criticized for referring to the genderfluid characters with the indefinite “he,” which was a la mode in style guides at the time, instead of using alternating or gender-neutral pronouns. In time Le Guin came to agree with this criticism; she considered her decision not to take things further one of her biggest literary regrets, stating that “I am haunted and bedeviled by the matter of the pronouns.”
I tell you this only because the phrase “I am haunted and bedeviled by the matter of the pronouns” is one I think about a lot.
Imagine if you met someone who can’t eat watermelon. Not that they’re allergicorunablesomehow, but they just haven’t figured out how to do that. So you’re like “what the hell do you mean? it works just like eating anything else, you open your mouth, sink your teeth in, take a bite and chew. If you can bite, chew and swallow, you should be able to eat a watermelon.”
And they agree that yes, they do know how to eat, in theory. The problem is the watermelon. Surely, if they figured out where to start, they’d figure out how to do it, but they have no clue how to get started with it.
This goes back and forth. No, it’s not an emotional issue, they’re not afraidof the watermelon. They caneat any other fruit, other sweet things, and other watery things (“it’s watery?” they ask you). Is it the colour? Do they have a problem eating things that are green on the outside and red on the inside?
“It’sredon the inside?”
Wait, they’ve never seenthe inside? At this point you have to ask them how, exactly, they eat the watermelon. So to demonstrate, they take a whole, round, uncut watermelon, and try to bite straight into it. Even if they couldbite through the crust, there’s no way to get human jaws around it.
“Oh, you’re supposed to cut it first. You cut the crust open and only chew through the insides.”
And they had no idea. All their life this person has had no idea how to eat a watermelon, despite of being told again and again and again that it’s easy, it’s ridiculous to struggle with something so simple, there’s no way that someone just can’teat a watermelon, how can you even mange to be bad at something as fucking simple as eating watermelon.
If someone can’t do something after being repeatedly told to “just do it”, there might be some key component missing that one side has no idea about, and the other side assumed was so obvious it goes without mention.
Yep.
https://drmaciver.substack.com/p/how-to-do-everything had a nice list of additional examples like this, with (non-)obvious major insights with regard to opening stitched bags, cleaning your bathroom floor, using a search engine, catching a ball, pinging somebody, proving a theorem, playing sudoku, passing as “normal”, improving your writing, generating novel ideas, and solving your problem.
If you’d asked me six months ago how to get better at something, I’d probably have pointed you to how to do hard things. I still think this is a good approach and you should do it, but I now think it’s the wrong starting point and I’ve been undervaluing small insights. […]
I think my revised belief is that if you are stuck at how to get better at something, spend a little while assuming there’s just some trick to it you’ve missed. You can try to generate the trick yourself, but it’s probably easier to learn it by observing someone else being good at the thing, asking them some questions, and seeing if you have any lightbulb moment.
My fiance played the clarinet when he was in school. When he was first learning to play, he rented an instrument from the school to learn on. He was the last chair clarinet, had been for years, because he could not make notes that required the register key. For years, they kept making him do embrature exercises and he started to get a few notes, with lots of effort. Eventually he had to get private lessons to stay in band.
Every time he tells me this story, his frustration by this point in the story, years later, is evident. He still sounds frustrated by it, despite all the time that passed. Teachers had been giving him crap for years because he hadn’t been making much progress with the instrument.
When he got to the private instructor, she acknowledged his frustration, and asked him to try to play for her. He did, and she saw all he was doing. She then did something no one else had done before. She asked him to put his mouthpiece on a different clarinet and try to play the same notes. Like magic, it worked. She looked at the clarinet he had been using and found that the school’s clarinet needed it’s pads replaced.
He went from last chair to first chair nearly overnight, having been taught far more techniques than typically taught at that age just to overcome the broken instrument preventing him from making noise.
Sometimes you don’t need to brute force a problem. Sometimes your clarinet is just broken.
If you experienced trauma in childhood or had a rough childhood, dude listen to me. Offer yourself play. You were deprived of it.
Keep bubbles in the house, blow bubbles in the yard, blow them in your room, get a coloring book that doesn’t have to be an adult one with mandalas, watch cartoons, laugh at stupid things, dress up as a superhero for Halloween, wear a Santa hat on Christmas and big light up snowflake earrings, lay down on the floor, lay down in the grass, eat eggos for dinner sometimes. It’s not stupid. You’re not childish. You’re giving your inner child what they had taken from them. They deserve it.
I don’t want to derail this post because it’s an important message, and OP has addressed it to the people who most need to hear it. But… can i just add, for people who don’t feel like they can give themselves permission to do this, that you can give yourself these things even if you didn’t overtly experience trauma in childhood?
Even if you never thought of your upbringing as painful or malicious, you can and should still give yourself things you missed out on. Take that class! Learn that skill! Eat the foods you like, or branch out into new ones! Jump in piles of leaves and decorate your walls the way you want them.
Give yourself the things you couldnt have as a kid, especially if you didn’t really get to have a childhood, but even if you didn’t have the childhood you wanted. Go for a bike ride with friends. Go stargazing. Whatever it was that you feel like you missed, it’s important to seek those things and remember that play and joy aren’t exclusive to childhood.
I don’t think you derailed this at all and think this was a really thoughtful addition. So thank you!
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