not killing myself is a personal achievement but you cant really brag about that at dinner parties
Every time I see this post I mentally insert the phrase “while working on a cosplay” after the first three words.
wtf is this “i wanna punch a feminist” “oh yeah well IM A BIG STRONG MAN” shit
why is this being celebrated
what is your feminism if you are not talking abt the fact that op was talking abt WOMEN/implying that if someone ids as a feminist they arent rly a woman, in favor of fawning over mens’ displays of the very kind of masculinity (valuing physical strength, aggression, violence, confrontation) we are supposedly trying to tear down?? no. just, no. and fucking stop letting men think this is an ok way to act as a feminist! feminism is not a progressive new way to assert your masculinity! fucking stop this!
Ok so, I’ve never been in a real life situation where anyone of any gender defended me from my male assaulters, much less the men present at my assaults, so the idea that there are men out there, big strong tough manly men, who value my safety and the safety of anyone being threatened by antifeminists, that makes me really happy. To think that some day I might be attacked again and someone would actually step in front of me instead of sort of fucking off and laughing it away and leaving me to struggle against my attackers on my own? I really like that. I’m gonna celebrate that somewhere out there, some kid might not have to go through violent assault because one of these toughies is there to defend them.
So like, yeah, I do value physical strength, aggression, and confrontation. Those are female things too, those things can be feminine. I am all for redefining masculinity and femininity, and there are women who are appending their badass muscle pics to that post too. Strength and aggression and confrontation can be used responsibly, pro-socially, for instance: to defend and protect.
So seeing men step up and say “If you want to punch a feminist, punch me,” that sounds nice. That strikes me as laudable. I’d rather those guys—and some of those ladies— get punched than me. I’ve never had anyone get punched for me. I’d kind of like that.
what roach said.
these people are saying: you want to punch a feminist, you go right ahead, only your mental image of ‘feminist’ may not equal actual feminists. so perhaps you might want to consider your preconceived notions of what is and is not ‘feminist’ and what is and is not ‘punchable,’ and why exactly it is you want to physically assault feminists.
also, i kind of want to see these “hurr feminists r terrible” dingleberries get turned into pate, and i don’t care if it’s badass ladies or badass dudes who do the pureeing, just as long as they explain clearly that they are being pureed by feminists, and that they fucking deserve it.
Daryl Davis is no ordinary musician. He’s played with President Clinton and tours the country playing “burnin’ boogie woogie piano” and sharing musical stylings inspired by greats like Fats Domino,…
This is a great article about finding the people behind the barriers we humans construct. It reminds me of Jello Biafra’s advice to stop sharing your rhetoric with a bunch of people who already agree with you. Go to the people who disagree with you and talk with them.
That’d be kind of interesting, if you had a meetup group, monthly maybe, where you put down your strong opinions and they matched you with someone else with opposing opinions and you just sat down and talked about where you were coming from. I’m sure it wouldn’t always end in hugs and rainbows, but the semi-regular act of having your assumptions challenged and doing so for others would be fucking awesome.
It is. One of my best friends to go hang out with is a guy I met through debates about MN’s anti-gay amendment, which he supported (at least at the time). He’s a really cool guy to talk to.
this is such a beautiful thing.
- (We’re taking a calculus final. The TA is a well-known Lord of the Rings fan, and we’ve had running LotR jokes all semester.)
- TA: “Okay, guys, everyone look at me. We’ve been over the rules, but just in case: no notes, pencil your answers in on the scantron sheet, and graphing calculators only – no more ‘can I just used my cell phone’ nonsense.”
- Student: “[TA's name], my calculator batteries just died! What should I do?”
- TA: “Here, I’ve got a big box of spares.”
- Student: *struggling* “I can’t get this packaging open…”
- Student 2: “Here, I’ve got a pocket knife.”
- TA: “And I’ve got a pair of scissors if you need them.”
- Student 3: *from the back of the room* “OR MY AXE!”
- (Everyone starts laughing.)
- TA: “The only axes allowed on the exam are in the graph section.”
- (Everyone groans.)
- TA: “Oh, come on, you’re in a math class. Deal with the math jokes.”
- (The professor enters with a stack of exams. With him are two exam proctors.)
- Professor: “Tolkien jokes already, [TA's name]?”
- TA: “Hey, I didn’t start it.”
- (The professor starts handing stacks of exams to the TA and proctors.)
- Professor: “But I’m about to finish it. [TA], take these exams down the left flank. [Proctor 1], follow the desks down the center. [Proctor 2], take your exams right, along the wall.”
- (At this point, many of the students have realized where this is going: Theoden’s lines from ‘Return of the King.’)
- Professor: “Forth, and fear no problems! Solve! Solve, students of calculus! Points shall be taken, scores shall be splintered! A pencil day! A red-ink day! Until three thirty!”
- (The professor pulls out a pencil, holding it out like a sword, and runs down the first row holding it out. Students hold up their pencils, hitting his as he passes.)
- Professor: “Solve now! Solve now! Solve to good grades and the class ending! MAAATH!”
- Entire Class: “MAAATH!”
- Professor: “MAAAAATH!”
- Entire Class: “MAAAAAATH!”
- Professor: “Forth, exam-takers!”
- (The entire class rises to their feet and gives him a standing ovation. A week later, we get an email from the professor.)
- Professor: *at the end of the email* “PS: I appreciate all of you who wrote in their evaluations that I was the one professor to rule them all, but the best one yet was the student who called me ‘Mathrandir.’”
“What would kind of character development would Kankri need to undergo to not be the asshat that he is?”
Assuming he is somehow not-dead here:
Like a lot of sanctimonious kids, one of his major problems is a perspective seriously limited by not having all that many personal experiences, knowing a wide variety of people, and SEEING how they live — but thinking he has wide perspective because he’s read a lot and can repeat what he read. He’s also making the mistake of a lot of kids who get gung-ho about equality — he thinks being able to speak the jargon means he understands what he’s talking about.
The best cure for that is getting out and getting those experiences, meeting those people, screwing up with those people and losing friends, screwing up with people who know the meanings under the jargon, making a fool out of himself, and facing consequences for all of this.
He became the Signless Sufferer in a world where he couldn’t help but have lots of experiences and meet lots of people, so he definitely has the capacity to grow and change — but Kankri as the kind of brat he is in canon needs catalysts to do that growing.
Imagine a minefield… a strip of land seeded with traps that will maim or kill you if you put one foot in the wrong place. What’s the wrong place? You’ll know when you step there. There’s no rhyme or reason to it. The pattern that gets you safely through one part might get you killed in another part.
It isn’t that every square inch of soil in the minefield means certain death, of course. But what would the ratio of safe ground to mined ground have to be before you could actually relax, before you could feel safe… before you could be safe, in practical terms?
Imagine that you and your entire family are woken up at dawn every day and made to cross the minefield in order to just live your lives. You’re not allowed to take the same route as each other. You have to watch each other as you make your way through an invisible deadly maze, never knowing if today will be the day but always knowing that it could be.
And one day, while you’re in the middle of that maze, watching your children or your siblings pick their way carefully around you, you say, “I HATE EVERY LAST INCH OF THIS FUCKING MINEFIELD.”
And then you hear a voice from up above you, from someone who doesn’t have to walk the minefield… someone who’s allowed to use a footbridge to bypass it every day while you’re inching your way through it, someone who gets a head start on everything compared to you and yours because they don’t have to go through the minefield…
And the voice says, “That isn’t fair. Sure, some of the minefield will kill you if you step on it, but it isn’t all like that.”
This is for every person who has come to me on both twitter and tumblr talking about “we’re not all like that”. I’m so sick of hearing that shit.
this is beautiful.
don’t be too clingy
don’t be such a ‘girl’
be a woman
but be hairless like a child
don’t wear skimpy outfits
don’t be such a ‘slut’
but take it off when i ask
don’t assert yourself
don’t be such a ‘bitch’
be nice to me
but don’t be a fucking doormat
don’t be ignorant
don’t be such a ‘bimbo’
but don’t argue your opinion with me
don’t wear make-up ever
don’t be so ‘insecure’
but don’t complain if i don’t like it