WOULD ANY SANE PERSON think dumpster diving would have stopped Hitler, or that composting would have ended slavery or brought about the eight-hour workday, or that chopping wood and carrying water would have gotten people out of Tsarist prisons, or that dancing naked around a fire would have helped put in place the Voting Rights Act of 1957 or the Civil Rights Act of 1964? Then why now, with all the world at stake, do so many people retreat into these entirely personal “solutions”?
Part of the problem is that we’ve been victims of a campaign of systematic misdirection. Consumer culture and the capitalist mindset have taught us to substitute acts of personal consumption (or enlightenment) for organized political resistance. An Inconvenient Truth helped raise consciousness about global warming. But did you notice that all of the solutions presented had to do with personal consumption—changing light bulbs, inflating tires, driving half as much—and had nothing to do with shifting power away from corporations, or stopping the growth economy that is destroying the planet? Even if every person in the United States did everything the movie suggested, U.S. carbon emissions would fall by only 22 percent. Scientific consensus is that emissions must be reduced by at least 75 percent worldwide.
Or let’s talk water. We so often hear that the world is running out of water. People are dying from lack of water. Rivers are dewatered from lack of water. Because of this we need to take shorter showers. See the disconnect? Because I take showers, I’m responsible for drawing down aquifers? Well, no. More than 90 percent of the water used by humans is used by agriculture and industry. The remaining 10 percent is split between municipalities and actual living breathing individual humans. Collectively, municipal golf courses use as much water as municipal human beings. People (both human people and fish people) aren’t dying because the world is running out of water. They’re dying because the water is being stolen.
“WHO CARES!!!!………ITS A STUPID DRINK DUMBASSES…WHO CARES WHAT OTHER PEOPLE CALL IT…WE ALL KNOW OF IT SOMEWAY OR ANOTHER BUT JUST BY DIFFERENT NAMES…YOU PEOPLE NEED TO GET A LIFE AND STOP ARGUING ABOUT THIS…ITS STUPID!!…ANYWAY WHERE I GREW UP I HAVE ALWAYS CALLED IT “POP” AND I AM GOING TO KEEP CALLING IT POP..OKAY??…DEAL WITH IT!..AND YEAH IM FROM AROUND PITTSBURGH..I DONT CARE..OH AND YOU KNOW WHAT YINZ ARE STUPID…YEAH I SAID YINZ INTSEAD OF YALL I DO NOT CARE!!!!”—
tumblr you did well in preparing me to watch hannibal (i loved it btw) except for the fact SCOTT THOMPSON FROM KIDS IN THE HALL is in it??? its okay though it was a very nice surprise in a show full of horrors
3-second clip posted to youtube of the goth girl from the breakfast club saying “It’s a double-edged sword”, with about 10-20 men with usernames like “SwordWomanWanter” and “IWouldLikeASwordWife” commenting things like “Very nice sword girl video” and “Never seen this film but had a fun time imagining her holding a sword, thanks”
Old English (Anglo-Saxon):
Eft he axode, hu ðære ðeode nama ƿære þe hi of comon. Him ƿæs ȝeandƿyrd, þæt hi Anȝle ȝenemnode ƿæron. Þa cƿæð he, "Rihtlice hi sind Anȝle ȝehatene, for ðan ðe hi enȝla ƿlite habbað, and sƿilcum ȝedafenað þæt hi on heofonum enȝla ȝeferan beon."
In þat lond ben trees þat beren wolle, as þoȝ it were of scheep; whereof men maken clothes, and all þinȝ þat may ben made of wolle. In þat contree ben many ipotaynes, þat dwellen som tyme in the water, and somtyme on the lond: and þei ben half man and half hors, as I haue seyd before; and þei eten men, whan þei may take hem.
Early Modern English:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love!
Moving forward using all my breath. Making love to you was never second best. I saw the world crashing all around your face, never really knowing it was always mesh and lace. I'll stop the world and melt with you. You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time. There's nothing you and I won't do. I'll stop the world and melt with you.
i read on a stupid website that if you don’t wear makeup around a boy the boy will take it as a compliment and think that you trust him. what the fuck is that supposed to mean? “wow you are so great. here is my ‘real’ face.”
i need to start wearing makeup all the time. i do not want any boys to think i trust them. i want to cake my face with the distrust i have for “boys”. i want them to not be able to pick my naked face out of a police lineup. fuck.
It’s coming up on a year now since I got my current job as a pizza delivery girl, and I thought this would be a good time to delve into the little ever-expanding “WTFPIZZA” note I keep on my cell that helps me remember some of my more, uh - interesting deliveries.
So without further ado and in no particular order, here’s some pizza customers who left a lasting impression on me thus far:
- A bearded man who answered the door and periodically spat blood into a crusted Harley-Davidson coffee mug while counting out his cash.
- A woman who slipped me a business card (in lieu of tip) for a laser tattoo removal clinic, explaining “In case you want to bring your mutilated skin back to how God intended it to be.”
- At least three Batmans so far, but only one who did the voice.
- An elderly Spanish woman who meekly presented me with a (rather classy) pearl-handled .32 snub nosed revolver and asked if I knew how to load it (I do) and also, if I could load it for her (I didn’t).
- A group of EMT’s hanging out in the back of an ambulance at a recently extinguished (but still smouldering) house fire.
- A man with a thick Alabama accent who admonished me for standing in front of his mailbox while I waited for him to answer the door. He then explained how this was a federal offense because I was “obstructing the mail system” and demanded my social security number so he could “report me to the proper authorities”.
- A group of young teenage girls (like 14-16) who begged me to buy a case of Bud Light (ew why) and bring it back to them.
- A hotel room full of badass middle-aged women all dressed as Professor McGonagall from the Harry Potter films, who were also completely wasted on Jello shots. They kept encouraging me to stay and party with them.
- A 20-something dude who answered the door with an unsheathed katana dangling through a belt loop on his jeans.
- Multiple instances of people asking if I would sell them pot. (bitch get your own dealer sheesh)
- A guy who slipped a twenty directly into my shirt because I apparently was the “spitting image” of his deceased daughter.
- A woman who admonished me for driving a Mazda, and wrote “get a real car” in the tip portion of my credit receipt.
- A very drunk dude who gave me his iPhone and had me take a bunch of Myspace-esque pictures of the both of us. He did the duck lips thing in every shot.
- Multiple prank deliveries (joke’s on you motherfucker, I get paid for the gas AND I eat the pizzas you ordered)
- An elderly man who wrote “FUCK OFF” as his signature on a credit receipt.
- A thirty-something guy who begged to get his order for free because he “works so hard”. He visibly teared up and sniffled when I told him I couldn’t do anything.
- A dudebro wearing a bath robe and socks + sandals (indoors) who straight up wordlessly yanked the pizzas out of my hands without paying and shut the door. Multiple knockings were of no avail.
- A woman who angrily demanded to see my ID because she refused to believe my claims that I’m female. She proceeded to snatch my driver’s license out of my hand, run back into her house and show it to her children while pointing back at me.
- A kid no older than 14 who desperately tried to convince me to play WoW on the free custom server he was playing on. (But it has double XP!)
- A guy who spent the entire time I was there digging a (impressively large) booger out of his nose. He proceeded to smear it on, thankfully, HIS copy of the receipt.
- An on-duty cop who flagged me down by intercepting me on the road before I got to the police station and pulling me over to get his pizza.
- A drill instructor looking-guy who filled out his entire credit card receipt, specifically wrote “0.00” in the tip portion, then proceeded to write out a check for seventy-eight cents and handed it to me. It said “pizza tip” in the “For” section.
- A furious lady who yelled at me for a solid five minutes (I kept track) all about how long it took for her delivery to get to her. She then tipped me an extra ten bucks on a six dollar order. I dunno.
- An incredibly stoned teenager trying and failing to look sober. When I complimented his Adventure Time wallet (which was super cute) and asked where he got it, he immediately looked terrified, sat down on the floor and muttered “I… I don’t know….”
- Obligatory naked man with unimpressive penis
- A chick at a house party who answered the door and immediately turned to vomit into her mailbox.
- A surly Korean mom with an amazing shoulder tattoo of a baby giving birth to a full-grown woman.
- A man who lived in one of those mini-mansions inside a gated community, who sported a seemingly massive collection of what appeared to be solid glass spheres of varying size and color. I only got a quick glance in his house but there had to be hundreds of them in display racks, tables, shelves - everywhere.
- A group of 20-something guys who challenged me to sing the original Pokemon theme song, which I did. And perfectly, I may add.
- A completely iced-out musclebound gangster kid who was blaring Regina Spektor so loud and with so much bass I actually couldn’t hear anything he was saying.
- An elderly guy who deadpan asked me if I knew anyone who could score him hollowpoint bullets.
- An adorable older lesbian couple who were mortified that they didn’t have any extra money for a tip, so they gave me a big sack of pistachios instead. It took me three weeks to finish the bag.
Oh you stupid summer children who don’t remember (because you weren’t alive and because we collectively suck at passing down our history) how hard anti-violence activists and feminists fought for mandatory arrests in domestic violence calls.
And over the past 20 years we’ve seen that these policies are often flawed and that they have loopholes that sometimes cause more problems for women in abusive relationships. However, they were created in order to do something about how easy it is for men to get away with intimate partner violence, how common it was for the cops to show up, bro down with the charming abuser and leave the victim worse off than if she’d never called the cops.
So honestly, use your fucking brains
TRIGGER WARNING: DV
When I was picked up by the neck and thrown down the stairs, the cops decided I was unreliable because I was crying and shaking so hard I could barely talk, and did exactly as you describe: bro down with the charming guy who just hurt me. After they got done talking to him, they chastised me and told me I owed him an apology. I may or may not have told a cop to fuck off in that moment, my memories at that point are unclear.
it’s actually possible to discuss the myriad of seemingly conflicting ways abuse manifests in relationships without doing anything that involves REWRITING survivor stories and SWITCHING “ABUSER” AND “VICTIM”
I am perturbed because also inevitably someone seizes on that post about how consensual sex can be used as a tool by rapists to coerce people who don’t want to consent, and if I was responsible I would have thrown a billion disclaimers on it, and that always throws me, because A) it is a truthful description of what happened to me, B) a rapist did those things I described, C) I cannot think of a way to talk about it that couldn’t be twisted by rapists, there is no way, that’s why it was so effective, D) it is difficult enough to speak without having to attach a million disclaimers, E) many people seem to have found it helpful in coming to terms with their own history so it can’t have been worded that badly, F) I can’t stop what rapists will do, that’s kind of the entire point, G) abuse is ambiguity and what do you expect me to do about that, exactly
but please do tell me more about how sex is weaponized, I must be an idiot, I must not know, it must have been a hypothetical post
by desliz, switching ‘abuser’ with ‘victim’ and changing some of the supposed logic behind the behaviors. And it still makes sense. In fact, it describes a dynamic that’s a lot more common than the one described in the original post. I provide analysis at the end:
A typical pattern can be…
it is horrifying and disgusting to me that someone would REWRITE someone’s story of their abusive relationship and change their perspective from “victim” to “abuser”
what in the actual fuck makes you think that is okay
“A study on masculinity and aggression from the University of South Florida found that innocuous – yet feminine – tasks could produce profound anxiety in men. As part of the study, a group of men were asked to perform a stereotypically feminine act – braiding hair in this case — while a control group braided rope. Following the act, the men were given the option to either solve a puzzle or punch a heavy bag. Not surprisingly, the men who performed the task that threatened their masculinity were far more likely to punch the bag; again, violence serving as a way to reestablish their masculine identity. A follow-up had both groups punch the bag after braiding either hair or rope; the men who braided the hair punched the bag much harder. A third experiment, all the participants braided hair, but were split into two groups: those who got to punch the bag afterwards and those who didn’t. The men who were prevented from punching the bag started to show acute signs of anxiety and distress from not being able to reconfirm their masculinity.”—
so one time we’re all just hanging out waiting to see afi, and the marquee at the venue said “a fire inside” instead of afi and a fire truck pulls over in front of the line and one of the firefighters goes
"you guys need any help? we can see there’s…a fire inside"