Fuzzy Cat Sweaters
Cats, geekery, anti-oppression, queeritude and polyagony.
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Link reblogged from Undercaffeinated, constantly.
Say I’m 32 years old and you’re 22 years old.
In how many years will we be the same age?
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Silly question, right? If you define aging as a process that stops at death, the only way we’ll ever be the same age is if I die first. If you don’t, then we’ll never be the same age. Every time you age a year, I also age a year. Since our ages increase at the same rate, you will never catch up to my head start. We have achieved a total equality of aging, but that does not change the permanent inequality of our age.
Okay, say I have a million dollars and you’re completely broke. If we both get a dollar a day, how long will it take you to catch up with me?
Now, this one’s even sillier, because if you have no other resources, your dollar a day is going to be eaten up by basic living expenses that it doesn’t quite meet, and I have an excess of money that can be spent on money-making opportunities that pay off far better than an additional $365 a year. I could literally burn the dollar I’m getting as part of our Totally Equal Income and still make more money in a year than you do just by sticking my money in the bank.
But still: both of us getting a dollar a day is totally equal, right? It means we’re being treated exactly the same.
And now, final problem:
If we have a world that contains structural inequalities, systemic imbalances, disproportionate danger faced by some, and unequal access to resources and opportunities, is “treating everyone the same” really going to result in equality?
Show your work.
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Quote reblogged from Undercaffeinated, constantly.When a beautiful actress is cast in a movie, executives rack their brains to find some kind of flaw in the character she plays that will still allow her to be palatable. She can’t be overweight or not perfect-looking, because who would pay to see that? A female who is not one hundred per cent perfect-looking in every way? You might as well film a dead squid decaying on a beach somewhere for two hours. So they make her a Klutz. The hundred-per-cent-perfect-looking female is perfect in every way except that she constantly bonks her head on things. She trips and falls and spills soup on her affable date (Josh Lucas. Is that his name? I know it’s two first names. Josh George? Brad Mike? Fred Tom? Yes, it’s Fred Tom). The Klutz clangs into stop signs while riding her bike and knocks over giant displays of fine china in department stores. Despite being five feet nine and weighing a hundred and ten pounds, she is basically like a drunk buffalo who has never been a part of human society. But Fred Tom loves her anyway.Mindy Kaling on the women who only exist in romantic comedies | Flick Chicks (via rufustfirefly)
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Quote reblogged from Undercaffeinated, constantly.Under Moffat’s watch the Doctor has morphed from an alien who loves humans and feels their pain and experiences love and desire and empathy to a stunted, child-like and extremely bloody irritating space-goon who flaps about like an injured moth when other people’s emotions are making him uncomfortable. And makes sexist jokes about how women are scary. And wants his married companions to sleep in bunk beds. And can save human lives but does not seem to understand human feelings. Who would travel with this man? He might be zany and charming and have nice boots, but he is fundamentally cold and unrelatable.x (via draculemihawks)
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Photo reblogged from Glittered Sunsets
WELP.
Stop what you are doing.
Read those.
Right now.
I’ll wait.
If you don’t want to read, I’ll explain the key bullet points, but please read them afterwords:
This is not “we didn’t protect him enough.”
This is not “the government screwed up some random detail or accidentally let his killer loose.”
The 111th Military Intelligence had a team taking pictures of his balcony during the assassination.
They brought in a Special Forces 8-Man Sniper Team from the 20th.
Memphis Police withdrew their regular protection detail from him.
A jury of 12 people, six black and six white, found the United States Government guilty of conspiracy to commit murder.
YOUR GOVERNMENT. MY GOVERNMENT. THE GOVERNMENT OF, BY, AND FOR THE PEOPLE, SHOT AND KILLED DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING. And the media never reported the case.
MLK was ASSASSINATED. By a government YOU PAY FOR.
I hate those posts where someone tries to pressure you into reblogging. I almost never ask you to reblog.
This shit is important.
Reblog this. I don’t care what kind of blog you have. I don’t care what you normally talk about.
Reblog this.
imma get in trouble when i’m a teacher and I spent a lesson talking about this
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Photoset reblogged from Hearth, Head and Heart
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Post reblogged from Glittered Sunsets
one time a boy tried to pull my hijab off
i punched him in the face
closed fist, short swing, right in the jaw
there is a point where you stop trying to educate people and start making the consequences of their racist bullshit real fuckin clear.
Fuck yeah you do
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Photoset reblogged from Glittered Sunsets
#i think what most people don’t seem to realize about this film is what an amazing commentary it is on guys like tom #who are everywhere #and who are douches despite how cute and charming they might seem #everyone around him is like dude get over it dude calm down #and he is like no she is going to be my manic pixie dream girl and it’s going to be perfect fuck you
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Photo reblogged from Undercaffeinated, constantly.
My banana looks like Matt Smith
More photogenic though.
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Photoset reblogged from Undercaffeinated, constantly.
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So tonight some drunk bros from the University of Oregon’s chapter of AEPi came up the alley between my house and the Campbell Club, were asked to be quiet by someone asleep (and the consequently howled like wolves), came to my house with the intent of coming inside, were rejected, went to the Campbell Club, went up on the porch, were asked to leave, and dropped their pants.
Some were really responsive to pleas for them to leave; others were really not receptive. One shoved a friend of mine.
As they yelled away, they chanted “THE LORAX SUCKS DICK”.
Later, a couple of my housemates went to their house to talk to them about the fact that one of them assaulted our friend. It didn’t go well, and they shushed their drunk friend who had participated.
Anyway, that’s that.
