actually it’s complete bullshit that humans can’t simply eat 14,000 calories in one sitting and then just not be hungry for a week. that’s a major design flaw and I want to speak with a customer representative
*kneeling down beside my bed to pray *
“Representative! REPRESENTATIVE!”
ajsjdhks what’s the atheist version of this?
*holds a gun up to the sky* can i speak with your manager
Posting here as this is very good information.
I regularly see posts about sick/injured foxes that are full of comments telling the op to pick up the fox and take it to the vet. Just yesterday I saw a post where someone was asking if an inured fox they’d found would bite them if they picked it up. Never touch a sick or injured wild animal. It doesn’t matter how docile or out of it they may appear, they can switch in a second and seriously injure you. Always call someone like a wildlife rescue, RSPCA or animal control who have the experience and equipment to handle that animal safely.
Someone walked into our reception with a badger wrapped in a coat once (badger very much alive and relatively well) and I have never seen so many people immediately freak out in fear for a person’s wellbeing.
Please never just pick up a wild or feral animal and attempt to carry it!
Everything changes while everything stays exactly the same
me at a museum- (gazing at a random item of mundane life) what was the name of the person who made you? what songs did they sing? what jokes did they tell? what was their favorite food? did they ever marry their sweetheart? who remembered them when they died?
Category is: Reasons I’ve been the Smithsonian History Museum multiple times in the last five years.
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Christopher: A woman?
Kirk: A crewman.
OH LOOK AT THAT THE 1960S
AND SHE’S IN COMMAND GOLD FUCKERS.
She’s not in Medical blue, a caretaking, feminine role.
Those in Gold were either OFFICERS, NAVIGATORS, PILOTS, TACTICAL OFFICERS, or WEAPONS SPECIALISTS.
This is the Kirk everyone likes to forget.
Y’all, if you care about feminism, then you ought to care about the history and context of the miniskirt. The 60s were an era of rebellion against the 50s, and the skirts were part of it. They were literally cutting edge fashion, and a statement that women made against the more housewifey style of skirt from the decade before. It was Grace Lee Whitney herself who suggested to Roddenberry that they wear them, and Nichelle Nichols has said she never had a problem with them. They are a product of their time yes, but the women chose to wear them because of the context of that time.
Also some men in Starfleet ware miniskirts and dresses:
And some of the women wear pants:
They’re given the power of choice, regardless of gender or sex.
Shit ‘-’ None of this even clicked to me - Thats fucking glorious :D
Picard in that dress is so good. Look at him! He looks formal and serious and dignified! He looks like he’s captain of his ship and he’s got some important business to do. And he’s in a dress and tights. And it’s not a joke. It’s not a joke about a man in a dress! It’s just, you know, a man who is wearing a dress, and that’s normal and appropriate. It’s part of the uniform. It fits him. It’s totally unremarkable and that is so rare and I’m so happy.
I feel obligated to point out that this is Picard’s literal dress uniform (his Extra Special Fancy Uniform), and he hated his dress uniform? But he hated it because the collar was uncomfortable, not because it was A Dress. There’s zero commentary on how it’s A Dress and a lot of bitching about its lack of comfort.
Idk about this one boys, Cookie Monster always refers to Cookie Monster's self as "Cookie Monster".
no he doesn’t. he refers to himself as “me.” elmo’s the one that talks in third person. that’s the joke. elmo doesn’t use pronouns and cookie monster is blue. how dare you assume i made this post and didnt know my fucking sesame street history. christ
Idk how to explain to you that the end goal has never been to turn oppression around and do it to someone else
If what you dislike about the current system is that you're not the one on top doing the oppressing... Ur not as good of a person as u think u are lol
It's... pretty blatant?
It really is. Here’s Jon Stewart talking about how it somehow gets a free pass.
it's so fucked up. i remember reading the books expecting there to be a turn in the story, that house elves and goblins would be freed from wizard tyranny, i expected the story to culminate in some sort of a cultural revolution. we got to the part where harry buried dobby, and griphook felt touched that harry showed such respect to a creature that most wizards looked down on so he helped them in turn - and then betrayed them at his earliest convenience and it was all done out of greed. well fuck that shit. literally nothing changed. they killed voldemort and for what? they didn't put a stop to the ideals that sustained his influence! everyone stayed just as racist and classist as they were before and i read 7 books about the necessity of changing the status quo only for the protagonists to become the status quo in the end with a myriad of social issues never addressed.
it had a really good opportunity for a nice story but it remained unaware of its own themes (unless it was purposefully racist which i wouldn't presume) and for that it fell flat and we're left with a story that could have been about racism/classism from the nonracist/nonclassist perspective of the yet uncorrupted youth but what we got was plain old racism and classism with the not-as-subtle-as-we-thought hint of homophobia and transphobia.
Despite coming from one of the worst places on the internet, I always thought this was pretty good analysis of how nothing really changes in the wizarding world because Harry is born from an author who rigidly clings to the status quo rather than the betterment of society.
I think an underrated horror trope is “insular christian cult worshipping something that slowly reveals itself to be Very Much Not God”.
I think it speaks something to the bastardized nature of american christian sects like southern baptist
and others. I think in a lot of ways the way colonialism pairs with christianity in the americas really makes it demonic in ways that horror makes powerful statements about.
“There is no god in this church. Nothing but an empty box built on
atrocities. You think the christian God watches over America?
God did not come with us to this land.”
I like the idea of a horror story set in a world built around Discworld/ American Gods rules, where belief literally makes gods real, and one of those sects accidentally creates the God that they’re *actually* worshipping, rather than the one that they *think* that they’re worshipping; and He’s callous and cruel and petty and bloodthirsty because His followers are callous and cruel and petty and bloodthirsty, and they’ve basically been worshipping themselves all along.
Fatphobic doctors deserve to have their licenses striped away for all time, all money and assets earned during their time as a doctor repossessed, and if they get hit by a bus I may or may not be driving, so be it.
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You’ve been told your entire life that no one in your family drinks. Ignoring that, you make plans with your friends to get black out drunk on your 21st birthday. When you wake up the next morning, your friends are huddled in a circle of salt, holding knives, and staring at you with wide eyes.
