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    did-you-kno:

    You can recycle cigarettes through a
    free program offered by Terracycle.
    Music strings, pens and markers, energy
    bar wrappers, chip bags, drink pouches,
    toothpaste tubes, and electronic waste
    can also be recycled by printing a free
    shipping label through the company. Source

  • ed balls

    its-almost-as-if:

    cardboardmoose:

    on the 28th of april, 2011 ce, shadow chancellor of the exchequer edward michael balls tweeted his own name in a moment of unsurpassed mastery of both metaphysics and social media.

    every year, the british public come together to celebrate this momentous occasion. it is customary for brits to greet each other on this day with the ritual greeting, “ed balls be with you”, and to reply “and also with you”.

    may this ed balls day bring you peace, prosperity, and ed balls

    half a decade of this

  • Trigger Warnings as an Impediment to Healing and Mental Health

    justice-turtle:

    jimhines:

    So much conversation and debate after yesterday’s post about trigger warnings.

    Most of the commenters seemed to agree that:

    1. No, trigger warnings are not, by themselves, censorship.
    2. Stephen Fry was being a complete turd cabbage in his article.

    But there was discussion of whether the concept of triggers and
    content warnings can go too far, and if we can reach a point where it
    all becomes damaging. One individual pointed to an article in the
    Atlantic as an example that was “better informed”: The Coddling of the American Mind: How Trigger Warnings are Hurting Mental Health on Campus, by Greg Lukianoff and Jonathan Haidt.

    I started trying to respond to some of the points in that article,
    and after 1000 words, had only gotten through the first few paragraphs.
    So I’m trying a different approach, and zooming in on just one of their
    arguments:

    [T]here is a deeper problem with trigger
    warnings. According to the most-basic tenets of psychology, the very
    idea of helping people with anxiety disorders avoid the things they fear
    is misguided. A person who is trapped in an elevator during a power
    outage may panic and think she is going to die. That frightening
    experience can change neural connections in her amygdala, leading to an
    elevator phobia. If you want this woman to retain her fear for life, you
    should help her avoid elevators.

    But if you want to help her return to
    normalcy, you should take your cues from Ivan Pavlov and guide her
    through a process known as exposure therapy.

    NO YOU SHOULD NOT, BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT A THERAPIST!!!

    (If you are a trained and licensed therapist, please replace the previous statement with, NO YOU SHOULD NOT, BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT HER THERAPIST!!!)

    Exposure Therapy and Systematic Desensitization are processes. They’re done in a controlled environment, with preparation and planning, which includes letting the patient know what’s coming. I.e., giving them a warning.

    You might as well say, “Hey, Electroconvulsive Therapy is still
    sometimes used to treat depression, and you’ve been feeling down, so I’m
    gonna plug in this toaster and drop it into the bath with you!”

    As someone who earned a degree in psychology, has been a rape counselor, has been in
    counseling, and married a license therapist, do me a favor and knock it
    off with the armchair psychologist crap before you seriously hurt
    someone.

    THIS

    THANK YOU JIM HINES

  • bisexualmindylahiri:

    supernatasha:

    The United States of America is only one of two countries that has not approved and accepted the Convention on the Rights of the Child. The other is South Sudan, which has already begun the ratification process. 

    Among other things, the CRC ensures children under the age of 18 have the right to life, identity and name, education, freedom of expression, equal opportunity, healthcare, psychological recovery, cultural sensitivities for minority/indigenous groups, and access to information [x].

    The lack of the CRC in the USA is part of the reason why it is okay to send children to abusive “camps” that attack their identity as LGBTQ+ minorities, enroll them in private schools that intentionally deny students opportunities to learn about science (particularly anatomy and sexuality), and sign away their children’s rights to the state.

    It is also why juveniles in the USA can be sentenced to life imprisonment with no chance of parole, a legal implications that particularly affects people of color, especially Black and Latinx children. 

    The CRC also specifies that children should not be disciplined in a manner that is considered abusive, and the USA therefore does not regulate the “discipline” occurring in homes of at-risk children, even when it qualifies as mental or emotional abuse. 

    Due to the lack of the CRC, children can be relocated against their will (eg, deportation/trafficking) to potentially dangerous and life-threatening places, can be separated from their parents, or can be kept in isolation. 

    Basically, the United States, which claims to be a great champion of human rights, has consistently refused to ratify or even introduce the bill to ratify the Convention of the Rights of the Child.

    Update on this (2016): USA is now the only country not to ratify the CRC. [x]

    Over half of public school students are poor enough to qualify for lunch subsidies, and almost half of black children under the age of six are living in poverty. [x]

    The US is one of two “developed” country with the lowest standards for child well-being (Romania is the other). [x]

    16 million kids live in poverty and 138 thousand kids are homeless (2013-2015). [x]

    Homelessness in children has increased by 60% in the past 6 years. [x]

    In 2001, 325,000 children were at risk for becoming victims of sexual exploitation in the United States. [x]

    Of all sex trafficking victims in the USA: 17% are underage girls and 10% are underage boys. [x]

  • ohgodhesloose:

    jasoncanty01:

    heyblackrose:

    barbotrobot:

    esiuqram:

    tevinsupreme:

    talkdowntowhitepeople:

    talkdowntowhitepeople:

    do you want to know something?? I always wondered what the hell kind of hairstyle the Ancient Egyptians were trying to portray with depictions like these

    and this

    until I did my hair this morning and 

    oh

    welp

    you can take the noses off our statues but until you find a way to take Egypt out of Africa we’re still going to find ourselves

    I’m reblogging this post without all the salty, racist commentary because I’m sick of looking at it. please spread this around again in its pure form for posterity.

    What’s funny is that white people thought they were hats/crowns ????

    ESIUQRAM

    Here’s a really good post about this.

    And here’s some pictures of the Afar people, who still live on the horn of Africa today.

    Cool, huh?

    Beautiful

    People thought it was Hats and Crowns? How could they not see hair?

    The same reason archaeologists, upon finding a woman’s skeleton in the grave of a famous Roman gladiator, immediately wondered where the gladiator’s skeleton was: Old Straight White Man™ brand denial.

  • prokopetz:

    prokopetz:

    prokopetz:

    Okay, this is in incredibly petty nitpick, but: if you’re writing a fantasy setting with same-sex marriage, a same-sex noble or royal couple typically would not have titles of the same rank – e.g., a prince and a prince, or two queens.

    It depends on which system of ranking you use, of course (there are several), but in most systems there’s actually a rule covering this scenario: in the event that a consort’s courtesy title being of the same rank as their spouse’s would potentially create confusion over who holds the title by right and who by courtesy, the consort instead receives the next-highest title on the ladder.

    So the husband of a prince would be a duke; the wife of a queen, a princess; and so forth.

    (You actually see this rule in practice in the United Kingdom, albeit not in the context of a same-sex marriage; the Queen’s husband is styled a prince because if he were a king, folks might get confused about which of them was the reigning monarch.)

    The only common situation where you’d expect to see, for example, two queens in the same marriage is if the reigning monarchs of two different realms married each other – and even then, you’d more likely end up with a complicated arrangement where each party is technically a princess of the other’s realm in addition to being queen of her own.

    You’ve gotta keep it nice and unambiguous who’s actually in charge!

    Okay, I’ve received a whole lot of asks about this post, so I’m going to cover all of the responses in one go:

    1. The system described above is, admittedly, merely one of the most common. Other historically popular alternatives include:

    • The consort’s courtesy title is of the same rank as their spouse’s, with “-consort” appended to it: prince and prince-consort, queen and queen-consort, etc. This is how, e.g., present-day Monaco does it.
    • The consort is simply styled Lord or Lady So-and-so, and receives no specific title. I can’t think of any country that still does it this way, off the top of my head, but historically it was a thing.

    (Naturally, your setting needn’t adhere to any of these, but it would be highly irregular for it to lack some mechanism for clarifying the chain of command.)

    2. The reason why the consort of a prince is historically a princess even though those titles are the same rank is basically sexism. This can go a couple of ways:

    • In many realms, there was no such thing as being a princess by right; the daughter of a monarch would be styled Lady So-and-so and receive no specific title, so the only way to be a princess was to marry a prince.
    • In realms where women could hold titles by right, typically a masculine title was informally presumed to outrank its feminine counterpart. So, e.g., kings outrank queens, princes outrank princesses, etc.

    In either case, no ambiguity exists.

    (Interestingly, this suggests that in a more egalitarian setting where masculine titles are not presumed to outrank their feminine counterparts, or vice versa, you’d need to explicitly disambiguate rankings even outside the context of same-sex marriages. Food for thought!)

    3. It would also be possible to have two kings or two queens in the same marriage without multiple realms being involved in the case of a true co-monarchy. However, true co-monarchies are highly irregular and, from a political standpoint, immensely complicated affairs. If you’re planning on writing one of those, be prepared to do your research!

    4. The next rank down from “countess” is either “viscountess” or “baroness”, depending on which peerage system you’re using.

    (Yes, that last one actually came up multiple times. Apparently there are a lot of stories about gay countesses out there!)

    I’d like to argue with this, but I can’t.

  • Abroadland

    I didn’t think that moving to the US was going to be transformative in many ways. I mean, you take yourself with you wherever you go, and that broadly means taking your problems with you. There were some things I hoped it would change for the better. The destruction of the NHS, for example, is now distant enough that I feel sad about it, but I don’t feel the screaming despair. And I get home from my nursing shifts tired, not completely exhausted and demoralized.

    Let me make clear, I loved my workplace. I loved the NHS and working the Emergency Department – I worked with some of the most incredibly talented and committed nurses and doctors that I could ever hope to work with. But the word challenging doesn’t even begin to cover it. The number of moments when I left work thinking “No, today is the day I’ll be struck off”. I would make life and death decisions, I would weigh the risks and then choose the slightly less risky option. I would walk a tightrope between stress and exhaustion.

    And being in a job where I actually get to sit down, where I get to take break and eat my food, where I can take a breather… despite my inexperience in the US. Despite the fact that I’m still finding my way around. Despite all of that, I get more sanity than I had for years. So whilst I watch the conservative party dismember the NHS and gift its severed limbs to their mates, I can do it with a bit more detachment. It’s still heartbreaking, but I can cope better now it’s not my own heart that’s being shattered daily.

    So that’s nice. And the space is wonderful. Driving home I get to see the glowing evergreen forests, and sometimes it’s so utterly incredibly beautiful that I want to cry.

    I kind of expected that too. I knew it was a beautiful place. I knew that there was a danger that my commute to work would be a struggle not just because of the time, but because I’d just want to disappear into the landscape. I’d want to let the light wash over me and lie in the woodland smelling the pine needles.

    What I didn’t expect is the vague but unnerving existential sense of loss. I should have, because I’ve read hitchhiker. And I’ve often thought of the ancient Arcturan Proverb “However fast the body travels, the soul travels at the speed of an Arcturan Mega-Camel.” As Adams pointed out – this would mean, in these days of hyperspace and improbability drive, that most people’s souls are wandering unprotected in deep space in a state of some confusion; and this would account for a lot of things.

    At the moment I certainly feel like my soul is meandering around the west coast of the UK, or perhaps somewhere into the Atlantic, and being very very confused. Whilst sometimes I miss the UK with an almost fierce sadness, what I miss most is my mum, friends and family, Bristol, the Lake District and Amaravati. I miss the centuries of built environment crammed layer upon layer, ill fitting and incomplete, jostling each other, interrupting each other like unruly children. 60s towerblock by Victorian terrace by medieval wall. The US doesn’t do that, at least not on this coast. The Native American cultures, didn’t, at least as far as I know, throw up such vast monuments to themselves. And those centuries of building have left Britain with an adoration for things past.

    Sometimes it’s really frustrating, but the angular functionality and general lack of preservation of anything not immediately seen as beautiful or meeting current requirements here is hard to get my head around.

    And some stuff isn’t even that clear cut. Like… before I came out I had a real look at myself. I introspected quite thoroughly, because, lets be honest, I had spent years denying myself. I spent years denying everything about me. So when I finally started to work towards dealing with my issues and working out who I was, it took a long time. A long time and a lot of thought. And I thought I’d kind of taken myself back to the very components that built me, and reassembled myself pretty carefully. There’s a degree of brokenness, because it turned out that actually the bits don’t all fit together very well, and some stuff is definitely hodged back together in a very bodgy way. But all-in-all I was pretty happy with the self-that I built. But when I did that I didn’t really realize that it was built on a foundation of Britishness. The wonderful Professor Elemental says it very well:

    “So if you’re down with the Brits then make some noise
    But if you’d rather not, that’s fine
    We’re inventive, accepting, eccentric
    And yes, I suppose we’re a bit bizarre”

    And suddenly I find myself not only the archetype for British, which as I was always weird, even by British standards, is kind of an odd situation, but I’m also questioning who and what I am if I’m not living in Britain. Am I still really British? I mean, what am I now?

    It’s all about as hard as I kind of expected, and at the same time way harder in person.

    Kathryn mentioned she’d seen a blog post by Naomi Hattaway talking about the effects of living abroad, and whilst I’m no-where near where I’m sure she’s at, with her triangle-self, I suspect I’ll rapidly get there.

    Anyhow, so that’s partly why the quiet on here, recently. Because I don’t really know what I’m doing in my head, and some of that needs to be resolved through wittering like this, and some of it needs to be resolved through just quietly thinking. And some of it, apparently, through repairing random electrical devices. This whole uncertainty of self is, I think, is part of my recent spree of electrical repair. It harks back to a childhood activity, something I used to do with my dad. And that makes me feel a bit more like me, perhaps. Less untethered from existence.