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things that make me smile.


u2fag:

I’m so sick of everyone bashing everyone else. If someone is bigger, so what? Calling them fat won’t do anything but hurt their feelings. And if you get pleasure from hurting people’s feelings, you’re a piece of shit.  If someone is thin, again, so what? Saying shit like “Only dogs go for bones, real men want curves” and “go eat something” is just as bad as telling a bigger girl she needs to diet or lose weight. Whatever point in your life you’re at, it would be invaluably beneficial to your overall well-being to look around and realize that everyone is different. Do you like the way you look? Great! That doesn’t give you the right to bash those who you wouldn’t like to look like. Don’t like the way you look? That’s okay too, go do something about it. Commenting on someone’s appearance has no effect whatsoever on what you look like, but quite a large impact on your character and the way others see you. 


fromonesurvivortoanother:

bittersweetfluidquandary:

twelvefootmountaintroll:

When people say “But it (homosexuality/trans people/polyamory/gender-neutral parenting/whatever) will confuse teh childrenz!”

Dude. Confusion is a primary state of being for children. Children are confused by child-proof medicine bottles. A favorite pastime of many a child is asking “Why?” about any piece of information presented to them. Confusion is not something to be afraid of or shield your child from. Give them an explanation and move on.

Precisely

I think I’ve reblogged this before, but, when I see people react this way, all I can think is:

“Yeah, more like it’s confusing for you and that makes you feel insecure.”

Kids always seem to get this stuff a lot better than adults because they haven’t been forced to put people into boxes yet.


felimn

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

v. to desire a way to somehow force a cat to notice you, which would reassure you that your inner experiences are real and could someday have an impact on this world.


Pardon me as I get all Art and Freedom and Politics on everyone

demarches:

but this megaupload stuff is getting to me (like everyone else), feelings-wise, and I have a lot of political feelings on the subject and co-optation of politics and etc.  And this isn’t really my area of political expertise so tell me if I’ve gotten any of my facts wrong, but let me just —

As anyone who’s been watching US politics for the last ten or twenty years can tell you, politics is now a business.  It has always been, but with the advent of new media (namely the proliferation of the television and the internet) the need to outspend the competition is absolutely critical to run a campaign.  Which means that politicians have to put up with activists and promises and Comcast in order to win.  There’s been a number of legislative changes in that regard which have actually loosened the restrictions on campaign finance.  When the Citizens United v. FEC decision came down, I remember sort of staring at the New York Times headline about it with this sense of shock and dismay.  I felt like we’d lost something.  And I still feel like we did.

But this isn’t about my rather virulent feelings on campaign finance reform and the interference of business in the day to day of the US government.  This is a post about access.  And I have always felt that the best thing about the internet is access; if there’s information out there, you can presumably get to it; if there’s someone you want to talk to, you can talk to them; if there’s art you want to access, you can get to it no matter your geographic location or economic status. Despite what people might try to suggest, television and movies aren’t mindless consumption; they’re art.  Sometimes they’re bad art, but they’re a product of a creative effort, and if that’s not art then I don’t have any clue what it is.  There is therefore something incredibly troubling to me about very wealthy organizations who contribute to campaign finance deciding that the priorities of the FBI is to limit access to art.  Perhaps that’s too bohemian of me.  I can’t say I care.

There’s something painfully appropriate to me about this coming off the back of the Occupy movements, which were undoubtedly some messy, messy politics and overall I’m ishy on it as a subject but I’m sitting here thinking about the rhetoric of a 1% dictating the political priorities of those that govern the 99%.  Catchy slogan, tends to stick.  But this post is so incredibly correct.  These are our priorities.  And the manpower that goes into something like the mere creation of SOPA, let alone shutting down websites and indicting those involved, is a giant waste of time.  It’s also coded in this language of theft and piracy which I think grossly oversimplifies the situation. 

First of all, the people who wanted this legislation already have plenty of money and I can’t imagine they’ll have much greater income from getting rid of stupid megaupload.  Second, to prioritize that political agenda over the actual truth of the situation — that a good deal of people who pirate are, you know, students and otherwise people who quite simply cannot afford all the dvd box sets in the world — is completely symptomatic of the current political arena.  Third, art should be paid for to support the artists, and all of the artists in question are already well supported by ad agencies and contracts and etc.  And finally, this isn’t politics anymore.  This is money running the show.  And I’m a political scientist, I love politics with every fiber of my being, and this isn’t politics.  Not to me.  While the more critical amongst us will say that politics and money are the easiest of bedfellows, I’m fundamentally uncomfortable with that essentialist linkage. 

Politics doesn’t mean the same thing to every person.  In fact, I’d venture that you’d find a different definition of politics for every person you’d ask.  Sure, the structural response is easy: politics is the government, the government is politics.  But politics is an everyday event; it lives in your grocery store, on your sidewalk, in your house, most certainly at art museums, and also on your television.  I can’t even define politics for you as I sit here next to my political science reading, because for me politics is pervasive.  But I can tell you what politics isn’t, or at least shouldn’t be, and it should not be a mouthpiece for untethered corporate interests.  The unfortunate nature of the current political system in the US is that corporate interests are slowly but surely beginning to run the show to, I’d argue, an unprecedented extent.  And that’s not politics.  Politics is a discourse and a structural concept, yes, but also politics should be a verb, it’s an act of doing and making life happen for people, and presumably trying to make that life better.  Politics is not people with a lot of money getting to decide the priorities of this country.  But right now it is.  And to be honest, I don’t know how or if we’ll ever make our way out of that.

But the point I’m trying to make is thus: everything is political.  Unfortunately for us, dear internet, we aren’t holding any cards.  There aren’t even any cards for us to find and grasp between our fingers while gust winds try to blow them away.  Some would argue with that statement, and yes, maybe I’m being fatalistic.  But this is a matter far beyond the fact that I can no longer access season four of Battlestar Galactica and I’m pissed.  This is indicative of a broader trend that I don’t know how to stop.  I was watching MSNBC a couple weeks ago and the host was talking about how he wants to get money out of politics.  One could only dream.  But there’s something so transparently horrible to me about a political movement — and I am now convinced this is indeed a movement, just from people who, unlike us, have all the cards — that is about limiting access.  It’s about saying, we’re the victims and we don’t think that people who don’t have sufficient wealth or who don’t live in the United States should have access to our art.  So now we’re in a situation where both art and politics are owned by people who should not be defining those things, and I still don’t have any cards.


hotchness:

suf

  • how
  • the fuck
  • do you
  • exist

we'll play dom versus cake until dominique wins

o m f g


givemebackmyspoons:

i could spend the rest of my life on kyla’s “my writing” tag i am so completely serious


wingsoutstretched:

Tracklist:
1. Concerning the Muenster Sighting Near Highland, Illinois
2. The Blue Cheese War, or, How to Demolish an Entire Palate and Still Feel Good About Yourself in the Morning, or, We Apologize for the Inconvenience but You’re Going to Have to Pick a Different Wine, or, “I Have Used the Big Knives and Will Continue to Use them Until This Cheese Is Sliced!”
3. Come on! Feel the Washed Rind!
4. John Wayne Gruyere, Jr.
5. (Pepper) Jacksonville
6. A Short Reprise for Mary Todd, Who Went Insane, But for Very Gouda Reasons
7. Decatur, Or Round of Applause for Your Babybel!
8. One Last ‘Whoo-Hoo!’ for the Port-Salut
9. Chicago (Queso Fresco Version)
10. Casimir Provolone Day
11. To the Hostesses of the Rock River Valley Region, I Have an Idea Concerning Your Cheese Tray
12. The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Havarti
13. Velveeta that Wanders About
14. A Conjunction of Curds Simulating the Way in Which Sufjan Stevens Has an Existential Crisis in the Cheese Aisle
15. The Feta-tory Wasp of the Palisades Is Out to Get Us!
16. They Are Raw Milk!! They Are Pasteurized!! They Have Come Back from the Dead!! Ahhhh!
17. Let’s Serve That Aged Parm Again, Because I Don’t Think They Tasted It All the Way Out in Bushnell
18. In This Temple as in the Hearts of Man for Whom He Saved the Edam
19. The Paneer’s Tower
20. The Strongest Limburger, the Smoothest Mascarpone
21. Riffs and Variations on a Single Wedge of Gruyere, Neufchatel, Pecorino, Raclette, and the Roquefort, to Name a Few
22. Out of Egypt, into the Great Laugh of Mankind, and I Shake the Parmesan from My Can as I Run

wingsoutstretched:

Tracklist:

1. Concerning the Muenster Sighting Near Highland, Illinois

2. The Blue Cheese War, or, How to Demolish an Entire Palate and Still Feel Good About Yourself in the Morning, or, We Apologize for the Inconvenience but You’re Going to Have to Pick a Different Wine, or, “I Have Used the Big Knives and Will Continue to Use them Until This Cheese Is Sliced!”

3. Come on! Feel the Washed Rind!

4. John Wayne Gruyere, Jr.

5. (Pepper) Jacksonville

6. A Short Reprise for Mary Todd, Who Went Insane, But for Very Gouda Reasons

7. Decatur, Or Round of Applause for Your Babybel!

8. One Last ‘Whoo-Hoo!’ for the Port-Salut

9. Chicago (Queso Fresco Version)

10. Casimir Provolone Day

11. To the Hostesses of the Rock River Valley Region, I Have an Idea Concerning Your Cheese Tray

12. The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Havarti

13. Velveeta that Wanders About

14. A Conjunction of Curds Simulating the Way in Which Sufjan Stevens Has an Existential Crisis in the Cheese Aisle

15. The Feta-tory Wasp of the Palisades Is Out to Get Us!

16. They Are Raw Milk!! They Are Pasteurized!! They Have Come Back from the Dead!! Ahhhh!

17. Let’s Serve That Aged Parm Again, Because I Don’t Think They Tasted It All the Way Out in Bushnell

18. In This Temple as in the Hearts of Man for Whom He Saved the Edam

19. The Paneer’s Tower

20. The Strongest Limburger, the Smoothest Mascarpone

21. Riffs and Variations on a Single Wedge of Gruyere, Neufchatel, Pecorino, Raclette, and the Roquefort, to Name a Few

22. Out of Egypt, into the Great Laugh of Mankind, and I Shake the Parmesan from My Can as I Run

(Source: cheesecovers)


teletraan replied to your post: wingsoutstretched replied to your post:…

I just want to be your best friend ginny what the fuck I cannot stop laughing



desliz:

bb-goose:

peculiartreasure195:

yarnlass:

prochoicegeneration:

I call bullshit.  Now, I’m not saying that two people in love can’t respect each other’s wishes to wait until marriage.  That’s just fine and I love it when people love and respect each other’s lifestyle decisions!  But, I certainly don’t love it when those who have decided that abstinence is right for them, declare that the relationships of all those who were ready for sex before marriage are somehow less than or even irrelevant.  We are all free to choose when it is right for us to have sex.
The idea that abstinence is best for everyone and all those having sex strayed from the path is dangerous.  Just look at the horrible sex ed most students receive.  I’m sorry “Don’t have sex, but if you do wear a condom” is not comprehensive sex ed.  And that’s not even the worst of it.  The .gif above is a tamer example of shaming someone into chastity.  By telling someone that by having sex before marriage they or their relationships are not as real or good, one does much more harm than help.  Actually, screw that, it’s all harm.
I am in happy, crazy, upside-down, blush inducing love with my boyfriend.  And we have sex.  So pardon me if I have a problem with someone who has simply made a different choice than me telling me that the wonderful love between myself and my boyfriend is somehow ‘un-true’. 
But, you’re right.  True love waits.  True love waits until all participants in the relationship are ready for sex.  That can be on a wedding night or it could not be.  True love waits for enthusiastic consent from each party, but when that happens has nothing to do with whether it is real or not.
—Maria
(Also, PS, you don’t have to be in love to have wonderful, consensual sex either.  This is just coming from someone who has sex with someone she loves who is sick of people belittling her relationship because she has sex.)

When I was in 6th grade, my Career Education class (and what a bullshit  useless class that was at the age of 12, can I tell you) was forced to  watch our high school’s chapter of the abstinence/get good grades/help  your community type society (I can’t remember the name of it now because  I never cared to join up) give a “presentation” on why it’s best to  wait.
This was before I would take our school’s form of Sex  Education in 7th grade, way before we would take it again as a  requirement to graduate high school.  This was the first time anyone  with an authoritarian voice (my school) in my life outside my parents  had ever said anything to me about sex.
The presenting group  consisted of a handful of high school students and one woman who I am  certain was not a certified teacher but one of those involved moms who  runs those administration type jobs on her own time for the school.  She  called for a volunteer and being the bright-eyed thing I was, I agreed  to help out.  She got me to the front of the class and and presented two  perfume bottles, one full and the other half empty, spraying one on  each of my wrists.  She asked me which one I would pick, and I chose the  one I thought smelled nicest, which happened to be the one that was  half empty.  She got this slight frown and leadingly asked me, “You’d  buy the one that wasn’t brand new?”
Embarrassed at picking the  wrong answer, I quickly changed it and then went back to my seat.  I  don’t know when it was that it hit me, after the class was over or that  night when I was trying to sleep or even a week or years later, but I  know now that I was being set up.  Her metaphor for sex and chastity was  so obvious and downright material that I wish I’d had the knowledge I gained later in life to go back to when I was 12 and call her on her bullshit.
As  if having sex lessened the amount of worth you had inside you, as if  someone were a material good, like a bottle of perfume.  As if sex was a  monetary exchange.  As if, in places around the world currently  and historically, women were not sold every day as commodities in  marriage or prosecuted, sometimes to the point of death, for not being  perceived as chaste.  She was arguing in the sneakiest way  possible that virginity = self worth to a bunch of kids who were  clueless about sex, who were desperate to fit in and not be judged by  the peers, and who were a captive audience to her probably well-meaning  but restricting and harmful ideas about sexuality.
The sneakiest  thing about it?  I don’t think she ever covered the act of sex.  She  never even said the word “sex.”  She spent 50 minutes supervising skits  of the teenage girls dealing with STDs and one particularly foul skit  where both teenagers held a paper heart, one whole (held by a guy who  had “waited”) and one half heart (held by the girl who had not waited.   Sensing a theme here?).  The guy confessed his feelings of love for the  girl by giving her the whole paper heart, and when the girl ashamedly  gave her half heart to him he completely changed his mind, spouting off  that he couldn’t believe how he had “trusted her” and she had  “mispresented herself.”  Then he stormed away. The whole thing was meant  to show how ashamed people should be if they don’t wait, how your “true  love” will be disappointed in you if you don’t, and, oh yeah, you’re a  slut and no one will love you.
All of those terrible sentiments  and ideas were expressed in the most banal, boring, and innocuous way  possible.   This is how they get away with that shit, and now all the  people who let that happen are who knows where and I can’t even yell  about it to them.  Thanks a lot, Conway Public Schools.

God has created sex for marriage alone… but that story you gave up above about the skit really bothered me. Yes, having premarital sex is a sin, but God gives forgiveness.  
“Therefore, my friends, I want you to know that through Jesus the forgiveness of sins is proclaimed to you. Through him everyone who believes is set free from every sin, a justification you were not able to obtain under the law of Moses.” Acts 13:38-39
When you have sex outside of marriage, I believe you are giving some of yourself away to that person. 
I look at it like this: Imagine sex as a wrapped up gift under the Christmas tree. On Christmas Eve you desperately want to know what is inside the package…so you take a quick peek. During the day you keep going back to look again. By Christmas morning the wrapping is torn and it doesn’t look as appealing as it once did. You aren’t as excited about your present as you were when you first saw it. You didn’t wait till you were suppose to receive it….It’s just not the same. You would have enjoyed the gift more if you had waited.  


It’s not legal for me as a woman to marry another woman in this country. If I should fall in love with a woman, should I just wait forever? Or is sex with her more like a Hanukkah present, i.e. utterly inferior to the glorious Christian flashiness of Xmas
I eagerly await your explanation
In the meantime please educate yourself on the true creator of sex

lololol wtf is this shit
the first time I had sex, my hymen broke and it hurt and bled everywhere. Plus, that dude sucked at oral so much, I thought I just plain didn’t like it until I finally got eaten out by someone who knew what they were doing (a woman!). As a consequence of all that slutting around, my sexual encounters are now extremely pleasurable for both me and my partners, which is a MUCH BETTER CHRISTMAS GIFT. Seriously, losing my virginity was like unwrapping socks and underwear; it’s utilitarian, you’ll get use out of it, you’ll have fun if they have nice patterns, but c’mon muthafucka, no one really wants socks and underwear for Christmas.

desliz:

bb-goose:

peculiartreasure195:

yarnlass:

prochoicegeneration:

I call bullshit.  Now, I’m not saying that two people in love can’t respect each other’s wishes to wait until marriage.  That’s just fine and I love it when people love and respect each other’s lifestyle decisions!  But, I certainly don’t love it when those who have decided that abstinence is right for them, declare that the relationships of all those who were ready for sex before marriage are somehow less than or even irrelevant.  We are all free to choose when it is right for us to have sex.

The idea that abstinence is best for everyone and all those having sex strayed from the path is dangerous.  Just look at the horrible sex ed most students receive.  I’m sorry “Don’t have sex, but if you do wear a condom” is not comprehensive sex ed.  And that’s not even the worst of it.  The .gif above is a tamer example of shaming someone into chastity.  By telling someone that by having sex before marriage they or their relationships are not as real or good, one does much more harm than help.  Actually, screw that, it’s all harm.

I am in happy, crazy, upside-down, blush inducing love with my boyfriend.  And we have sex.  So pardon me if I have a problem with someone who has simply made a different choice than me telling me that the wonderful love between myself and my boyfriend is somehow ‘un-true’. 

But, you’re right.  True love waits.  True love waits until all participants in the relationship are ready for sex.  That can be on a wedding night or it could not be.  True love waits for enthusiastic consent from each party, but when that happens has nothing to do with whether it is real or not.

—Maria

(Also, PS, you don’t have to be in love to have wonderful, consensual sex either.  This is just coming from someone who has sex with someone she loves who is sick of people belittling her relationship because she has sex.)

When I was in 6th grade, my Career Education class (and what a bullshit useless class that was at the age of 12, can I tell you) was forced to watch our high school’s chapter of the abstinence/get good grades/help your community type society (I can’t remember the name of it now because I never cared to join up) give a “presentation” on why it’s best to wait.

This was before I would take our school’s form of Sex Education in 7th grade, way before we would take it again as a requirement to graduate high school.  This was the first time anyone with an authoritarian voice (my school) in my life outside my parents had ever said anything to me about sex.

The presenting group consisted of a handful of high school students and one woman who I am certain was not a certified teacher but one of those involved moms who runs those administration type jobs on her own time for the school.  She called for a volunteer and being the bright-eyed thing I was, I agreed to help out.  She got me to the front of the class and and presented two perfume bottles, one full and the other half empty, spraying one on each of my wrists.  She asked me which one I would pick, and I chose the one I thought smelled nicest, which happened to be the one that was half empty.  She got this slight frown and leadingly asked me, “You’d buy the one that wasn’t brand new?”

Embarrassed at picking the wrong answer, I quickly changed it and then went back to my seat.  I don’t know when it was that it hit me, after the class was over or that night when I was trying to sleep or even a week or years later, but I know now that I was being set up.  Her metaphor for sex and chastity was so obvious and downright material that I wish I’d had the knowledge I gained later in life to go back to when I was 12 and call her on her bullshit.

As if having sex lessened the amount of worth you had inside you, as if someone were a material good, like a bottle of perfume.  As if sex was a monetary exchange.  As if, in places around the world currently and historically, women were not sold every day as commodities in marriage or prosecuted, sometimes to the point of death, for not being perceived as chaste.  She was arguing in the sneakiest way possible that virginity = self worth to a bunch of kids who were clueless about sex, who were desperate to fit in and not be judged by the peers, and who were a captive audience to her probably well-meaning but restricting and harmful ideas about sexuality.

The sneakiest thing about it?  I don’t think she ever covered the act of sex.  She never even said the word “sex.”  She spent 50 minutes supervising skits of the teenage girls dealing with STDs and one particularly foul skit where both teenagers held a paper heart, one whole (held by a guy who had “waited”) and one half heart (held by the girl who had not waited.  Sensing a theme here?).  The guy confessed his feelings of love for the girl by giving her the whole paper heart, and when the girl ashamedly gave her half heart to him he completely changed his mind, spouting off that he couldn’t believe how he had “trusted her” and she had “mispresented herself.”  Then he stormed away. The whole thing was meant to show how ashamed people should be if they don’t wait, how your “true love” will be disappointed in you if you don’t, and, oh yeah, you’re a slut and no one will love you.

All of those terrible sentiments and ideas were expressed in the most banal, boring, and innocuous way possible.  This is how they get away with that shit, and now all the people who let that happen are who knows where and I can’t even yell about it to them.  Thanks a lot, Conway Public Schools.

God has created sex for marriage alone… but that story you gave up above about the skit really bothered me. Yes, having premarital sex is a sin, but God gives forgiveness.  

“Therefore, my friends, I want you to know that through Jesus the forgiveness of sins is proclaimed to you. Through him everyone who believes is set free from every sin, a justification you were not able to obtain under the law of Moses.” Acts 13:38-39

When you have sex outside of marriage, I believe you are giving some of yourself away to that person. 

I look at it like this: Imagine sex as a wrapped up gift under the Christmas tree. On Christmas Eve you desperately want to know what is inside the package…so you take a quick peek. During the day you keep going back to look again. By Christmas morning the wrapping is torn and it doesn’t look as appealing as it once did. You aren’t as excited about your present as you were when you first saw it. You didn’t wait till you were suppose to receive it….It’s just not the same. You would have enjoyed the gift more if you had waited.  


It’s not legal for me as a woman to marry another woman in this country. If I should fall in love with a woman, should I just wait forever? Or is sex with her more like a Hanukkah present, i.e. utterly inferior to the glorious Christian flashiness of Xmas

I eagerly await your explanation

In the meantime please educate yourself on the true creator of sex

lololol wtf is this shit

the first time I had sex, my hymen broke and it hurt and bled everywhere. Plus, that dude sucked at oral so much, I thought I just plain didn’t like it until I finally got eaten out by someone who knew what they were doing (a woman!). As a consequence of all that slutting around, my sexual encounters are now extremely pleasurable for both me and my partners, which is a MUCH BETTER CHRISTMAS GIFT. Seriously, losing my virginity was like unwrapping socks and underwear; it’s utilitarian, you’ll get use out of it, you’ll have fun if they have nice patterns, but c’mon muthafucka, no one really wants socks and underwear for Christmas.

(Source: peculiartreasuree)


pinupmgg:

sometimes I think about how glad I am to know all of you.

it’s not just because everyone is so incredibly nice and selfless (although thats a big part of it). it’s because everyone I am lucky enough to be friends with on here are genuinely such incredible human beings- hilarious, and smart, and way, way cool.

all of those things add up to make me think  ’whoa, I sure am pretty damn lucky to know this awesome group of people’

(Source: winklevines)


❝For women, getting angry is socially unacceptable, even when the anger is over violence, discrimination, misogyny, and other forms of oppression. Anger is unacceptable because angry women are women in touch with their passion and power, especially in relation to men, which threatens the entire patriarchal order. It’s unacceptable because it forces men to confront the reality of male privilege and women’s oppression and their involvement in it, even if only as passive beneficiaries. Women’s anger challenges men to acknowledge attempts to trivialize oppression with “I was only kidding.” And women’s anger is unacceptable to men who look to women to take care of them, to prop up their need to feel in control, and to support them in their competition with other men. When women are less than gracious and good-humored about their own oppression, men often feel uncomfortable, embarassed, at a loss, and therefore vulnerable.❞
(—— Allan G. Johnson (via fuckyeahradicalquotes)

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❝This book gives me more information about penguins than I care to have.❞
(——

In 1944 a children’s book club sent a volume about penguins to a 10-year-old girl, enclosing a card seeking her opinion.

She wrote, “This book gives me more information about penguins than I care to have.”

American diplomat Hugh Gibson called it the finest piece of literary criticism he had ever read.

(via mylifeisnerd)

#every time ive seen this on my dash i laughed out loud #so i guess its time to reblog

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