clearly i’m gross because i just posted about mechanically processed chicken, which btw i am completely unfazed by. whatever honestly, it tastes good and i like it and i really dgaf then i post about soda with a container on top for chicken nuggets.
whatever, i am unpacking more of our crap at the apartment that i am still not done unpacking and i have this super adorable cat hanging out on my shoulder and it was my 21st birthday yesterday and shit is pretty cool now.
birthday was fun by the way. got lots of adorable stuff from will.
i need to get back to unpacking because living with these boxes still is kind of making me go insane.
i hate my ex roommate so much that even the fact that she’s still alive makes me unhappy. i don’t know if you guys have heard about my altered theory on karma, my best friend thinks it’s awful, but i really hope that it works like this. i think, that karma does (or at least should) work so that when you do nice things in the world, you get points, kind of like at an arcade, like tickets. anyway, so you get these points and you can redeem them for good things happening to you, like, you get a job promotion, or you find 20$ on the ground, or you can exchange them for bad things to happen to people you don’t like. take for example, my ex roommate, if karma worked like i think it should, instead of something great happening to me, i can make her get hit by a car on her fancy new bike that cost 1500 when she already has a perfectly good bike and consistently refused to buy toilet paper for our apartment, instead she stole the school toilet paper, which is even worse than scott. she also stole envelopes from school, instead of buying envelopes for the apartment when it was her turn. or instead of using the dryer when she did laundry, she chose to save money, by installing a huge clothes line through my fucking living room, so literally to pass by, one had to duck under her underwear. yeah… she is one of the worst people i have ever mistakenly decided to associate myself with, i typically have better judgment and i will forever be disappointed in myself for being so blind to her evils.
sometimes i don’t feel like i can do it. sometimes loving and living with someone with such severe depression is just the hardest thing i’ve ever done. sometimes this depression makes my life so much harder, and so much sadder than it has to be. sometimes it doesn’t seem like i can go on, until i think about the alternative. the alternate world where i am not with will, but that world seems a whole lot harder and sadder than the one i chose. but sometimes, i walk in the door, and i want to walk right back out…
i thought i finished shopping for will’s birthday last night. i got him a keurig, a box of keurig pods in his favorite flavor, and a sample pack of different pods. i also got him a neutral milk hotel album on vinyl. then tonight i realized i needed one last thing for him, and instead of buying what i was planning on buying, i ended up buying him the wallet he wants, but won’t buy for himself, my parents are going in on it a bit as well because they didn’t know what to get him. i am going a little overboard, but last year i was really, really, really poor and got him almost nothing, i had to combine his birthday present with his anniversary present, and he was so lovely about it, even though he showered me in an outrageous amount of gifts. this year i want him to get what he should have gotten last year, plus, as usual, i have caught him going overboard on my birthday this year again. i know it isn’t gifts that matter, but he’s the best part of my life and i want him to have a nice and exiting birthday where he gets surprised and happy.
“I swear to god I will lose my mind if I hear the “sex sells” fallacy one more time. Sex does not sell. If sex sold, we would see penises where we see boobs. Naked men would be on everything that naked women are on. Sex isn’t what they’re selling you. They’re selling you an impossible, pornographically fueled misogynistic idea of the perfect woman.”—(via littlelightx)
so my sister went to providence this weekend to see her boyfriend that she broke up with before she went to school.
i called my mom to talk to her tonight and she starts telling me that “i am the older sister and if [my] sister needs help getting some protection [i] should help her”
the funny part though was that my mom wouldn’t say birth control or sex during the whole conversation.
she just kept saying providence.
hmm. One of the mom’s i babysit for messaged me this morning and asked if i could babysit on friday or saturday. i said no, but just because i don’t really want to. i love love love her kids and love babysitting for them, i just really need this weekend. i really need every weekend until recertification is over at work. it is kind of stressing me the fuck out. i actually really couldn’t babysit on friday because i have to go to school friday, then go do research with a professor, then i need to go to work for forever. hopefully if i am not at work all night i will make it to cambridge to go to taryn’s party but i feel like i will probably be at work all night. also- saturday i totally could babysit but i’m really hoping that i have a cat on saturday and i really would like to not get a cat and then have to run out the door and babysit. the kitty will need me.
time to get out of bed now and get ready for babysitting all day. time to see that little brat. ughhh.
This was in the STFU inbox. The submitter asked that it be anonymous.
“My adoption story: Get pregnant. Tell loser boyfriend. Be dumped by loser boyfriend. Tell parents. Watch them fall apart. Go to appointments. Take medicine. Stop smoking. Stop drinking. Meet with adoption agency. Pick an adoptive family to meet. Tell extended family & close friends. Close friend tells his mom. Now everybody knows. More appointments. Bed rest. Lose friends. Meet adoptive family. More bed rest. Put body through labor. Have baby. Be told there’s something wrong with baby. Have adoptive family fly back to their homestate because they don’t want a sick baby. See baby transfered to a children’s hopsital. Stay with baby everyday for a week. Be told baby is fine. Be told baby is discharged. Take baby home. Pick new adoptive family to meet. Care for baby for another week. Meet new adoptive family. One last night with the baby. Watch my parents give up their first grandchild. Pretend to move on, when it’s the most impossible thing in the world to do.
My abortion story: Get pregnant. Tell the one person I trust. Have abortion. Live my life. As someone who’s gone through both - they are not the same & please do not ever let any anti-choice bullshit make you doubt that.”
This is a really interesting first-person story, thank you so much for sharing!
All my love to whoever submitted that story. Thank you for sharing this with us.
this semester is pretty ridiuous and stressful so far, i am so busy i have hardly been tumbling. that being said, it’s also awesome. my classes are cool and i have a professor for my cognitive neuroscience class that just blows my mind on a daily basis. the class is almost impossibly hard, but it is fascinating and my professor is literally just fucking brilliant. i want to tell him after every class “OMG you just totally fucked with my head” he knows EVERYTHING there is to know about cognitive neuroscience and more. he is an awkward conversationalist, but i just want to pick his brain and ask him every question i have always wanted to know. LOVE LOVE LOVING THIS SHIT.
I used to be chubby, and I absolutely hated it. Nothing fit right and it’s the fucking worst. Junior year I lost a ton of weight from growing and stress, and I dropped from 135lbs to 115lbs in the matter of a month or so. It wasn’t intentional, but who wouldn’t be happy with those results? The…
this sucks. i just wrote my first essay of the semester. i love school but i really really just wish i could ONLY be going to school. i really wish i didn’t have to work and be so exhausted and i could just focus on learning and doing my best. not to mention i was kept up all night last night getting crazy phone calls and dealing with all sorts of shit. did not even get to bed until 4 30 last night. needless to say, i got a late start on the homework day i had planned for today.
“We see this unfinished business when the Civil Rights Division has to enforce the right of a family with an HIV positive child because the owner of an RV resort tells them that their two-year-old can’t swim in the swimming pool. We see this unfinished business when we have to bring a case against an attorney who refuses to allow a woman with a service dog into his office. We see it when we must file a lawsuit to protect the rights of people with disabilities who are institutionalized because there are no community-based services in their own communities. And we see this unfinished business when we have to fight for the right of a social worker who is deaf to be hired doing a job for which she is eminently qualified because the government employer doesn’t want to accommodate her with a part-time interpreter.”—
Assistant Attorney General Thomas E. Perez Testifies at a Hearing on the Americans with Disabilities Act, July 22, 2010
“A federal judge in Riverside declared the U.S. military’s ban on openly gay service members unconstitutional Thursday, saying the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy violates the 1st Amendment rights of lesbians and gay men.
U.S. District Court Judge Virginia A. Phillips said the policy banning gays did not preserve military readiness, contrary to what many supporters have argued, saying evidence shows that the policy in fact had a “direct and deleterious effect’’ on the military.
Phillips issued an injunction barring the government from enforcing the policy. However, the U.S. Department of Justice, which defended “don’t ask, don’t tell” during a two-week trial in Riverside, will have an opportunity to appeal that decision.”
Our eyes tell us that people look different. No one has trouble distinguishing a Czech from a Chinese. But what do those differences mean? Are they biological? Has race always been with us? How does race affect people today?
There’s less - and more - to race than meets the eye:
1. Race is a modern idea. Ancient societies, like the Greeks, did not divide people according to physical distinctions, but according to religion, status, class, even language. The English language didn’t even have the word ‘race’ until it turns up in 1508 in a poem by William Dunbar referring to a line of kings.
2. Race has no genetic basis. Not one characteristic, trait or even gene distinguishes all the members of one so-called race from all the members of another so-called race.
3. Human subspecies don’t exist. Unlike many animals, modern humans simply haven’t been around long enough or isolated enough to evolve into separate subspecies or races. Despite surface appearances, we are one of the most similar of all species.
4. Skin color really is only skin deep. Most traits are inherited independently from one another. The genes influencing skin color have nothing to do with the genes influencing hair form, eye shape, blood type, musical talent, athletic ability or forms of intelligence. Knowing someone’s skin color doesn’t necessarily tell you anything else about him or her.
5. Most variation is within, not between, “races.” Of the small amount of total human variation, 85% exists within any local population, be they Italians, Kurds, Koreans or Cherokees. About 94% can be found within any continent. That means two random Koreans may be as genetically different as a Korean and an Italian.
6. Slavery predates race. Throughout much of human history, societies have enslaved others, often as a result of conquest or war, even debt, but not because of physical characteristics or a belief in natural inferiority. Due to a unique set of historical circumstances, ours was the first slave system where all the slaves shared similar physical characteristics.
7. Race and freedom evolved together. The U.S. was founded on the radical new principle that “All men are created equal.” But our early economy was based largely on slavery. How could this anomaly be rationalized? The new idea of race helped explain why some people could be denied the rights and freedoms that others took for granted.
8. Race justified social inequalities as natural. As the race idea evolved, white superiority became “common sense” in America. It justified not only slavery but also the extermination of Indians, exclusion of Asian immigrants, and the taking of Mexican lands by a nation that professed a belief in democracy. Racial practices were institutionalized within American government, laws, and society.
9. Race isn’t biological, but racism is still real. Race is a powerful social idea that gives people different access to opportunities and resources. Our government and social institutions have created advantages that disproportionately channel wealth, power, and resources to white people. This affects everyone, whether we are aware of it or not.
10. Colorblindness will not end racism. Pretending race doesn’t exist is not the same as creating equality. Race is more than stereotypes and individual prejudice. To combat racism, we need to identify and remedy social policies and institutional practices that advantage some groups at the expense of others.
i am feeling so shitty and so hungover. my stomach feels like it needs to be sopped up. i feel like the only solution is to eat a piece of bread and just hope that acts like a sponge or something. i don’t know but i have been awake since 7 because i am so hungover. i am so hungover, i can’t even sleep through it.
it’s okay though because i got this hangover from lots of fun last night. so much fun that apparently i came home, turned on the ac in my room AND opened the windows. just, you know, cooling down the air outside.
anyway, i started school again so i am really busy actually, almost all of the time. it’s not so bad though, my child development class will be a breeze probably because a)i have already had a class with this professor and b) my strongest area of psychology is development. it wasn’t what i had ever intended to focus on, but it seems like it is where i am headed because honestly, it’s easy for me. i’m also taking cognitive neuroscience, which seems like it will be really hard, but also fucking interesting as shit. i had my text book with me the other day (because i bought it and then left it at work for a few weeks because i was too lazy to carry it home for the longest time) and i started reading it and i couldn’t stop because it is so cool. i have already learned a whole bunch of interesting shit and i am only on the 2nd chapter. i’m exited because it’s really where i had intended to go with psychology, in that it talks a lot about the chemical and biological reasons behind psychological disorders. i’m also taking a science class which isn’t really worth talking about, and i’m working on research with a professor in the psych department looking at the associations between homosexuality and suicide in adolescents, but i haven’t started that yet.
anyway, i’ve decided the best cure for this hangover is mcdonalds. i don’t really know if i should wait an hour until breakfast is over, or if i should just go and eat breakfast. i need some greasy shit in my stomach right now. plus, i forgot to eat dinner last night and threw up all the beer soooo i could use some sustenance.
Fuck that shit. If I happen to live long enough to develop Alzheimer’s I’m gonna be so done with giving a shit when I’m that old. I’m not gonna re-live my own life. My life kinda sucks. So far, my happiest moment has been when everyone was forced to treat me like I was their friend as part of the aftermath of my suicide attempt. Instead, I’m gonna piece together parts of my cat’s life with bits of Doctor Who. If anyone ever tries to give me shit about it, I’ll just be like “Fuck you, I’m a goddamn time-traveling cat from outer space, give me my applesauce and shut the hell up.” and conveniently zone out whenever they try to argue with me, which they probably won’t because something tells me that most of my social interactions will be with cashiers, pharmacists, and other service industry workers because I doubt I’ll have made any friends or have raised a family.
I apologize in advance for this post having nothing to do with feminism but I am sharing it with every tumblr I am following that I know has a large amount of followers. I urge you to post this despite it being off topic because it is a issue of our personal freedoms being destroyed. It is issue that not only every feminist, but any person that values their privacy over the internet needs to know about and protest.
ACTA is the Anti-Counterfeiting Trade Agreement. In short, it was created to enforce strong intellectual property rights. What it will really do is strip away all of our privacy and freedom.
If this treaty is passed not only will it intrude on our personal lives, it will give power to a corporation that only cares about greed and power. If this were to pass they would receive $5,000 for every illegally downloaded song you own. Making 8GB of music worth roughly $757,000,000. The amount of money ACTA would make from this treaty would be in the trillions. You will be put on trial and treated as a criminal if have every downloaded anything for free. Even people covering songs on Youtube could be put on trial for copyright infringement. If you have a phone that’s on a 3G network, they can monitor your texts and if you text something that sets off their sensors, they are allowed to take your phone and go through it until they find something you can be put on trial for.
This isn’t just about freedom, it’s about stopping a corporation from taking over our lives and countries. This may seem like extreme paranoia, but I’m just trying to spread the word. Is always better to be safe than sorry, especially in a case like this.
does anyone know any more about this? if this is all factually accurate, it’s horrifying, but it also sounds like an internet scary story.