Category: General

shinykari:

madmaudlingoes:

bropakpro:

touch-my-cuboner:

zecretary:

zecretary:

the stereotype that women talk more than men is infinitely amusing to me because men are literally incapable of shutting the fuck up

i hope this post gets popular enough that i hurt a man’s feelings

It’s not a stereotype it’s a proven fact you femanazi piece of shit.

lmao there it is 

You wanna talk proven facts? This shit’s been done, son: researcher Dale Spencer in Australia used audio and video tape to independently evaluate who talked the most in mixed-gender university classroom discussions. Regardless of the gender ratio of the students, whether the instructor was deliberately trying to encourage female participation or not, men always talked more—whether the metric was minutes of talking or number of words spoken. 

Moreover, men literally have no clue how much they talk. When Spencer asked students to evaluate their perception of who talked more in a given discussion, women were pretty accurate; but men perceived the discussion as being “equal” when women talked only 15% of the time, and the discussion as being dominated by women if they talked only 30% of the time.

Spencer’s conclusion, if I may parahprase: you only think we talk too much because you’d rather we were silent.

Don’t fuck with me, asshole, I’m a scientist.

solarbird:

numb3r5ev3n:

You Can’t Make a Living: Digital Media, the End of TV’s Golden…

stormingtheivory:

Cable bundling is the system that until now has provided the economic
subsidies for many expensive, high-quality, but ultimately
niche-oriented shows. Unbundling AMC and HBO from ESPN and QVC – indeed,
unbundling Game of Thrones from Olive Kitteridge –
and allowing audiences to pick and choose in a kind of pay-as-you-go
system would inevitably decrease the number and variety of options
available. In a strictly à la carte system, the fees charged to
consumers for watching a show would have to exceed the budget for
production, marketing and distribution of the show itself in every case,
without exception, on a show-by-show basis. Every show on television,
or the internet, no matter how adventurous or expensive, would be
subject to this cutthroat, all-or-nothing popularity contest. Risks
would therefore become much harder to take. […]

And this is assuming that anyone is willing to pay for the shows they
watch at all. As internet pioneer turned techo-skeptic Jaron Lanier
starkly puts it in his 2010 screed You Are Not a Gadget, “Once
file sharing shrinks Hollywood as it is now shrinking the music
companies, the option of selling a script for enough money to make a
living will be gone.” Lanier’s warning may seem hyperbolic, but
unrestricted file sharing is surely what undermined the music industry,
and it’s what’s hurting the world of journalism, too. In a sense, the
internet caused the unbundling of both the music album and the print
newspaper — and in doing so, severely damaged both industries. The
trouble comes down to simple economics of supply and demand in the
digital age. When infinite copies of a work of art can be made and
distributed globally in an instant, supply is limitless, and the value
of an individual copy gets pushed down to zero. But of course, the
original cost of creating a work of art in the first place, for the
creator, does not change a bit. Writers still need to eat, pay rent, and
feed their families. They just can’t necessarily rely on profits from
their actual work to compensate them for that endeavor. This is how a
profession gets demonetized. This is how a job — a living — gets reduced
to a hobby.

The music industry was going to shrink anyway and shot itself in the foot besides. This has already been roundly dismissed, boring boring boring. And yeah artists need to eat but SHOCKINGLY SO DO CONSUMERS AND WE ARE BEING SQUEEZED FROM EVERY DIRECTION OF COURSE WE ARE LEERY OF PAYING FOR SHIT.

Here’s a solution: full communism now. Here’s another solution: old media should pull its head out of its ass, or at least have the decency to finally suffocate in there.

Don’t sell me a shitty situation and tell me it’s the only alternative. Get creative. Isn’t that what capitalists are supposed to do? Be entrepreneurs? And if they can’t do that, again, maybe it’s time we recognized that the problem isn’t the consumer, it’s capitalism. Capitalism is the enemy of art, not people who are just trying to fucking survive.

How the music industry made owning music have negative value.

sbearbergman:

I just gave the following art direction for the endpapers on the new Flamingo Rampant kids books coming out next month:

“Make the spot where the kid writes their name hella fancy, in case they are writing their new name there for the very first time.”

Because it’s so easy for me to imagine this moment. To imagine a kid getting these books after some very difficult conversations and some not-so-great visits to the washroom at school and then finally the parent comes home from an event or a conference with this blue cotton backpack with a bright pink design on it – a girl pirate and a boy merman and a happy kid with a sword but also riding a shark – and in this bag is a set of six books that contain a whole world of peaceful, joyful kids like that kid. Or who would love kids like that kid. And when it’s time for the kid to write their name in their brand-new books, maybe for the first time they pen in a name that has previously only been known in their secret heart – a name that brightens every time it’s used, like blood turns red when it meets the air. 

So if we’re bothering to make a space for This Book Belongs To at all, let’s make it so when that kid looks down at their name, bright and tender and outside at last, they see a reflection of how precious it is.

shadesofmauve:

I broke my favorite shovel.

It was my great grandmother’s shovel.

Only the fact that dad assures me we can replace the handle keeps me from sitting in the dirt with the two halves wailing “YOU BROKE MY GRANDMOTHER’S SPEAR” at the offending root, a la Grim Eyes. 

(That, and that my great grandmother was a truly wonderful woman who does not deserve to be associated with Grim Eyes’ mother).

This may be too late, but depending on how it broke you may not have to even replace the handle. Sadly I don’t have a photo of my mum’s repaired-by-my-dad-who’s-been-dead-10-years spade’s handle but if it’s not a straightish break they can be very successfully repaired (being in healthcare, I want to say the break on that handle was somewhat like a spiral fracture (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spiral_fracture)).

I think the trick was really good quality impact adhesive on the splintered sections – pop it back together and then immediately wrap twine around it phenomenally tightly over a good distance more than the section of the break. Then bond that in position at each end.

Anyhow, I hope you can save it…

monk3ys-arctic:

alrighty guys i need to prove a bitch wrong please reblog or i may die