how do conservatives think talking to children works? if a four year old came up to me and said “i’m a cat!!” i would say “really? what makes you a cat?” and they’d say some shit like “i have claws >:)” and i’d be like “oh wow, you do have claws. but wait, i thought cats had pointed ears!” and they’d say “they DO!!!” and then i’d pull up a picture of an elf and ask “is THIS a cat?” and they’d yell “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
u wouldn’t say “fucking hell, Emily, get it together. this is the real world”
pardon me, i should clarify. you wouldn’t say that, assuming that you aren’t a total dipshit. i would not say that either. some people, however, hate children and firmly believe that everyone should be miserable unless they’re at church
several of you pointed out that, often, conservative christians want you to be especially miserable at church. so true. grave oversight on my part
Another one of my favorite programs I did when I worked at the park wasn’t even a planned program, I literally was scheduled to do a completely different program but nobody showed up for it so I was packing up, and I hear this grandma at one of the nearby campsites go “No I’m not taking you down to the lake! Look, there’s a park ranger, go ask him and maybe he’ll take you”. So these siblings who are like 10 and 12 years old come up to me and ask if I could take them to the lake. And since I had a free hour since nobody came to the scheduled program I was like. Fuck it. Let’s go to the lake.
So I spent like 30 minutes just chatting and hiking with these two kids down to the lake, stopping to show them cool plants and bugs and stuff along the trail, giving them spicebush leaves to smell, showing them what pawpaw trees look like, etc. When we got to the water they splashed around for a few minutes and I showed them the little animal footprints in the mud and we tried to figure out what kind of creatures they might be from.
But the BEST part was on the way back when we passed by this cluster of milkweed with all kinds of insects all over it, and I told them about how important pollinators are, and how a lot of bees and wasps are actually very docile and don’t wanna hurt you, and to demonstrate I patted a bumblebee right on its back. And we spent a few minutes just watching all the insects buzzing around the flowers (wasps and hornets and bumblebees and honeybees and beetles and butterflies) and the brother finally goes “wow…. maybe bees aren’t scary after all”
And I was like YEAH!! Bees aren’t scary after all! You get it little dude!! One of my favorite moments from that whole summer. I hope he still appreciates bees.
This is literally now my favorite post ever, because its become thousands of reblogs consisting of passing on good fortune. Meanwhile many of y’all added your own comments saying your thanks, and continuing the chain by adding your own little bit of wishful thinking. You are all wonderful.
may you not leak even once
may your period shits wait until you have time and a nice bathroom
may your period
shits wait until you have time
and a nice bathroom
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Is there a word for that like, “bright darkness” you get in winter?? When it’s been snowing or it’s supposed to snow past sunset and the sky isn’t Dark Enough. One of my favorite things
Thanks to @raindropwindow and a handful of articles, it’s called snow albedo, skyglow, snowglow, or just light scattering! It’s the result of moon- or artificial light reflecting off ground snow, low clouds, or ice crystals.
What other sites fail to realize is that tumblr is prohibition era america for porn. You can’t barge into any search function and go asking for it, but if you know where to go and who to ask it’s absolutely still being provided. It’s grown over the past years so much that these days you can’t step into a taxicab without being offered porn by the driver
widespread archaeological evidence suggests that many North Americans of this era acknowledged the existence of three genders: “men”, “women”, and “employees only”
Here in California we only have “gender neutral” and “employee only” at most locations.
PSA for people who got into Barbie because of the movie:
Just because it was in the movie doesn’t mean it’s like, an actual fact about the line or Mattel.
Like, the idea that Earring Magic Ken was discontinued. Like. Yeah, he was, but that’s how all doll releases work? He had a normal run for a doll. He wasn’t cancelled early or pulled from shelves. They still make Ken dolls. “Discontinued” is really misleading. By that logic all the Barbies in Barbie land not being currently sold in stores are discontinued. Ponytail 1959 is discontinued. President Barbie is discontinued. Ect. Ect.
Also those tiktoks claiming to explain Barbie history and lore? A lot of those are spreading misinformation as well. Just be careful at taking info at face value.
Even the part where they declare there were nothing but baby dolls before Barbie–setting aside the entire rest of the history of dolls, there was already a trend for adult/teenage plastic fashion dolls, starting in the mid 1950s. Barbie just ‘won’ because the size was most appealing (others were larger, like Miss Revlon, or smaller, like Cisette.)
Even Mattel’s version of doll history is not always trustworthy.
Yeah like, I get it was for a joke, but I’ve seen a lot of people take Mattel’s word for it and it’s annoying.
People need to keep in mind Mattel is a corporation. This movie is ultimately an AD for their dolls. They are trying to sell you things, they are not going to be 100% honest. They want to make themselves look good.
Like Ken never having a job? Funny, but not actually true. Ken has had 40+ careers during the line’ long run. Growing Up Skipper was not the only time Mattel ever used the boob growing gimmick. They brought it back for MyScene in 2007.
The line’s diversity is a VERY recent development. Yeah, they’ve had dolls of color going back to the 70’s, but they were few and far between. The people behind these dolls has to really push Mattel to get them made. Do not give Mattel credit they don’t deserve.
the second worst thing about the recent surge (no pun intended) in robotgirl posting is that I’m a reverse engineer, and an asexual one at that. if I met a robotgirl we wouldn’t have weird sex, I’d open up all her panels and take pictures of her PCBs and figure out what all the chips are and dump her EEPROMs and hard drive image and upload this to archive.org
the worst thing is that most of you robot girl posters would enjoy it
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Excuse me, in the context of robotgirls, it’s not called “free use”, it’s instead “open source”
constantly devastated by the world we lost due to aids
The battles that rose out of the AIDs epidemic were access to marriage and military service. When once the Queer community was focused on creating the best art and living lives worth telling stories about, the 1990’s brought on a new goal: How to best fit in.
As the brilliant Fran Bebowitz has said many times, the first people who died of AIDS were the interesting ones. The artists. There’s a reason that arts became Ghostbusters and Cats in the 1990s. Because all of the really talented artists were dying. The rule-breakers. The ones who weren’t afraid to shake things up. And the audience died with them.
“Now we don’t have any kind of discerning audience. When that audience died- and that audience died in five minutes. Literally people didn’t die faster in war. And it allowed of course, like the second, third, fourth tier to rise up to the front. Because of course, the first people who died of AIDS were the people who… I don’t know how top put this… got laid a lot. OK. Now imagine who didn’t get AIDS. That’s who was then lauded as like - the great artists.” - Fran Lebowitz
So many of the gays left alive once the Clinton Administration came into being were, to be frank, the boring ones. Gays who knew nobody and who nobody knew, and they rose to the top of the community and therefore their priorities rose to the top of the community as well. And what did they want? Apparently, they wanted to join the army and have big gay weddings.
General employment non-discrimination wasn’t all that important to them. Making sexuality and gender identity a protected class, along with sex, race, and religion, wasn’t that important to them. They wanted marriage and military. Because they were the good gays. Not the naughty gays who were sleeping around and dying of AIDS. Not the poor gays who couldn’t make political contributions.
They were the gays with families and commitment ceremonies and office jobs and houses. They were the good ones. The ones who would look fantastic and incredibily marketable when they were interviewed by CNN. They were the gays who straight people would look at and say to themselves: “Maybe they’re not so bad after all. I still don’t want my kid to be gay. But maybe it’s okay if Bob and Henry got married.”
The gay rights movement shifted from ‘Accept us for who we are’ to 'We’ll be whatever you want us to be if you accept us.’ And it’s kind of remained that way over the last thirty years.
We’ve been trained to be offended by queers who step too far out of the mainstream. Plenty, and I mean plenty, of gays online were on edge when Billy Porter started showing up to awards shows in dresses. Lots, and I mean lots, of gays were unnerved and worried when trans people started coming out of their own closets. Some going so far as to disavow the T from LGBT because they were worried people who don’t like trans people would lop in the gay men and women in with them. Who needs community when you’ve already got your house in the suburbs, right?
shoutout to the slow artists. the artists with hardly any time for art. the artists who reach the end of the day with no energy for art. you got this i believe in you and you are no less valued than anyone else
to be clear. when i say artist i mean every kind of art. drawing writing music sculpting embroidery idc this post was for you and i am sending my love your way
being on Tumblr is like playing a violin in a concert hall for thousands of people and a few of them clap, then honking a kazoo to amuse your 2 friends AND SUDDENLY YOU HAVE 20K NOTES
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