a girl who really loves u gon start sounding like ya mom after a while cause she only wants the best for u b
facts
Real shit my nigga.
Wow. I actually do do this.
“Did you eat yet? Why tf not??”
“Call them and tell them you’re not coming in because you have the flu. I don’t give a fuck what they say! I’ll call them myself and tell them if you need me to!”
“Don’t you buy that damn motorcycle, you gon go speeding everywhere and get hurt! Stay your ass in a car!”
No, but seriously, this is a big part of why single people have a lower life expectancy. Having someone looking out for you makes a difference.
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Happy April Zuul’s Day!
May anyone who posts screamers, fake suicides, or other unfunny shocking content just to be an asshole, be eaten by Terror Dogs!
Good dog.
No screamers, Only Zuul.
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when you have to kill off an entire crew on a spaceship at 7 and be at the met gala at 7:30
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I popped into
#tdov 2016 and like, I really really want to people to analyze and understand why exactly it’s about 2/3 to ¾ full of white trans-masculine people, why its this exact phenotype the feels the most comfortable posting selfies today compared to others.
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I don’t post selfies for stuff like tdov because I’m white, have enough money to survive, and pass 100% – my life these days is about as low-risk as it’s possible for a trans woman’s to get, absent suddenly becoming rich. I am phenomenally lucky, and don’t feel like my demographic is one that needs elevating.
Sometimes, like the one-time urge to run a trans youth support group, I feel like I should do more. Then I remember that I’m brown, have enough money, and pass 100%. Then I think I’ll stick with challenging people who say unpleasant things, and protesting in my polite, English, middle-class way. Which I admit is selfish, but also, I like not being out a lot of the time.
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I have turned productivity up to 11.
Well, maybe not 11. Maybe something like 7. Perhaps.
I made a list of things to do today, and I’ve done many of them. I hoovered the house – the new Roomba is yet to prove its worth, waiting as it is for me to steel myself to order it a new aerovac dust bit. See, the filter in it is filthy, which is, I suspect why it sucks, rather than sucks. Also, the battery is on its last legs. Both of these are fixable, and indeed, far less work than I was expecting. I got it as a project, plugged it in to charge over night after it arrived, and the next day it worked. Well, as I say, it kind of moved the dirt around rather than actually sucking it up. It seems to particularly struggle with pine needles, which shouldn’t really be a huge problem in the PNW. I mean, it’s not like we have many pine needles to clean up*. Anyhow, so I’m trying to decide whether to fork out $35 for the new aerovac bin which should upgrade its suction and means I’d get a new filter, or just to try a new filter in the existing bin. I’m inclined towards the former. But it’s being mulled at the moment. I’m also debating the new battery options. Real? Clone? Lithium ion? NiMH? Oh, the choices. Anyhow, so to go back to the story, I hoovered, rather than than the Roomba doing so.
Anyhow, I then set to on RebeccaMog, who’s leaking screen I attacked with vim and vigour. The sealant had failed all the way down one side and some of the way down the other side. I’m not sure whether I’ve fixed it, I do know that I now need something to dissolve silicone sealant from where it managed to run. I scrabbled around attempting to remove it, but in the heat of the sun it dried before I could get it done…
…I then did a bunch of unexciting admin-y things that needed doing.
…then I spent some time on the project for our business which had been driving me nuts and making me think I’d forgotten everything I’d ever known about electronics (rather than nearly everything, which I’m willing to accept that I’ve forgotten). Eventually I did get it working, which has pleased me no end, although the power supply does still honk from cigarette smoke. I ended up leaving it outside for a few hours in the hope that might fix it, but still absolutely reeks.
Then I stripped and cleaned the keyboard from Goodwill – so that I could start work on the media PC, which is now up and running. But unfucking the mess I made of it before we moved (I shuffled files for various reasons, then ran out of disk space), is turning into a hideous nightmare. Not aided by the fact that something, I have no idea what, is consuming vast amounts of disk activity, and making it periodically unusable. And by ‘periodically’ I mean ‘for long blocks of time – most of the time that it’s on’. I’ve checked using top and it’s not exactly a processor usage problem.
I have absolutely no idea what its doing though.
Which is doubly upsetting because I would like to move some files around.
At the moment I’m trying ‘patience’ to see if leaving it for a long time does the job.
It is at least running though.
* Ha hahahahahahaha. Aaaaaah hahahahaha. Ha! No one warned me about this.
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74 years ago today, a terrible thing happened on Bainbridge
It’s impossible to ignore the racism of this year’s Presidential race; Donald Trump will say anything, it seems, to gain support from the many Americans who truly believe that we need to build a wall at the Mexican border and that deporting all Muslims would somehow end terrorism. It’s sickening and it’s rooted in a legacy of xenophobia.
Image: MOHAI
It’s also familiar as hell, particularly along Puget Sound, where, 74 years ago today, Japanese and Japanese-American residents of Bainbridge Island—some who had been there for six decades and many who were born there—were wrenched from their homes and send to an internment camp under Executive Order 9066.
They were the first in the nation to be interred, due to Bainbridge’s proximity to a military base, and were given just six days to get their business and personal affairs in order. They had no idea how long they would be gone, or where they were going. Via the UW:
The Bainbridge Islanders, both aliens and non-aliens (i.e., citizens), were given six days to register, pack, sell or somehow rent their homes, farms and equipment. On Monday, March 30 at 11:00 a.m. these Japanese Americans, under armed guard, were put on the ferry Keholoken to Seattle where they boarded a train to Manzanar in central California. They were not to return to Bainbridge Island for more than four years.
Executive Order 9066 was written to protect “against espionage and against sabotage to national-defense material, national-defense premises, and national-defense utilities”—exactly the same reasons Presidential candidates like Trump give for the expulsion of Muslims—but what it really did was grant the U.S. government the authority to discriminate against American citizens and immigrants based on literally nothing but their race. It was an order that was the direct result of fear and intolerance.
The majority—a full 2/3—of the residents interned were American citizens.
There was a great gathering of white friends at Eagledale before the evacuation was completed. These friends, as well as soldiers, gave the departing Japanese every help.
It was a pathetic exodus.
There were mothers with babies in arms, aged patriarchs with faltering steps, high school boys and girls, and some children, too young to realize the full import of the occasion. The youngsters frolicked about, treating the evacuation as a happy excursion.
“Tears, Smiles Mingle as Japs Bid Bainbridge Farewell.” Seattle Times, March 30, 1942, pg. 1.
On Bainbridge Island—and up and down the West Coast—this action ravaged communities, separated families and friends, and financially ruined many individuals and businesses.
In 1983, it was estimated that the total economic fallout was something like $2 billion.
At the time, racism was rampant locally—but there were still some voices in support of the residents of Bainbridge Island, of Seattle, and of surrounding areas who were being threatened with internment.
After the first announcement of the executive order in February 1942, the only West Coast newspaper editors to write against internment were Walt and Milly Woodward of the Bainbridge Review. In their editorial they wrote that they “hope that the order will not mean the removal of American-Japanese citizens, for it [the Review] still believes they have the right of every citizen: to be held innocent and loyal until proven guilty” (“Not Another Arcadia”).
In total, 277 residents were forcibly removed from the island, sent to camps in California and Idaho, for the duration of World War II. Just 150 returned to Bainbridge when, years later, they were permitted to go home.
On the memorial that now stands near where the residents of Bainbridge were walked down a pier toward the ship that would carry them away, visitors can clearly read the words “Nidoto Nai Yoni.”
“Let It Not Happen Again.”
Despite the cutting of checks and an apology from Ronald Reagan, it’s evident that simply acknowledging our history isn’t enough to keep from repeating it.
Here in the Seattle area and throughout the nation, we are precariously permissive of rhetoric that not only condones but supports letting it happen again.
There are actively discriminatory groups putting in work across the county, including here at home.
Let it not happen again. Let it not happen again. Be part of the reason that it won’t happen again.
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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]
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Wonder Woman exclusive: Meet the warrior women training Diana Prince
Once again; boob cups in female armour
Not to mention leaving open thighs and arms in critical areas with no armour.
Sure just go sword fight people with arteries available for them to stab it’s fine. So long as men get to see you’re women and you’re sexy it’s fine.
The only reason I can see to leave your legs exposed like that is to air out the privates since that island is probably hot af. I’d probably go around wearing a dress and sandals all day if I was told I couldn’t be naked.
Aren’t the Amazons based in Greek mythology? If so, weren’t there gladiatorial fights where women could be naked too? If so, technically they could all just be fighting naked. It’s only training and they’re friends/comrades in arms.
I do have a beef with them high heeled boots though. Fairly sure the didn’t have those in Greek times. So inaccurate.
(If anything and everything I’ve typed here is untrue, feel free to correct me politely or with funny af gifs XD)
OMG I’m a classicist this is my JAM
You aren’t the wrongest. (You are the rightest about the high-heeled boots. Those are a nope in terms of practicality and historicity). The Amazons were a semi-mythic group of warrior women who hailed from Thrace and/or Scythia (basically, “North-east ish”). Whether there actually were warrior women from that area is debatable. Greek depictions of Amazons varies quite a bit. In early art, they were depicted as female versions of Greek hoplites, with the same costume- think tunic-y thing with very short skirt, torso armor (but not with boob cups, and definitely covering the shoulders because how the hell else it it gonna stay up), greaves, helmets, big-ass shields, and
knifesticksspears.Over time, elements of Thracian and Scythian costume made their way into depictions of Amazons- things like bows and javelins, a fuckton of horses, patterned tunics, boots, pointy hats, and stripey pants. And maybe tattoos (It’s kinda hard to tell if some craftsmen were trying to depict sleeves and sucked at it, or were genuinely trying to draw people with ink in their skin). The most common depiction of Amazons was as an archer on horseback, with a recurve bow, wearing long-sleeved tunic, belt, furry hat, trousers, and boots. Optional but popular is a half-moon shield.This one’s pants are boring, but you can see her quiver kinda behind her:
This one clearly shows the hat, pants, tunic, and sassy attitude:
On a horse, bomb-ass christmas tunic, fancy pants fancier than any fancy pants you will ever wear:
horse, half-moon shield,
aerial knifestickjavelin, complete lack of fucks:
pants and/or furry onesie, big hat, recurve bow, ancient speed-shooting techniques only recently rediscovered:
As for nudity, Amazons were rarely depicted naked (except for the odd stray boob) until the Hellenistic era (300?s BC), and on into the Roman Era, especially during it’s midlife crisis phase (the century surrounding 0 AD, roughly) and it’s post-midlife-crisis have-sex-with-everyone, kill-all-your-neighbor’s-chickens-and-eat-them-deep-fat-fried-all-at-once, act-surprised-when-you-contract-500-venereal-diseases-and-clog-your-arteries phase (Nero-ish onwards-ish. And yes, that is definitely the actual term used to refer to that period of Rome’s history, and not simply a sweeping generalization).
Gladiators were purely a Roman thing. You do get arenas and gladiators in Greece and Turkey and whatnot, but that’s only because the Romans invaded and put them there because bloodsport made them less homesick or something, I guess. Female gladiators were certainly a thing, and may have fought naked for entertainment value (TBH I’m too lazy to go look it up at the moment), but the thing is, gladiatorialism was a sport, just like modern taekwondo, judo, and fencing are sports. Yeah, people are going to get injured, but they didn’t die nearly as often as our modern popular image would have you think, and their fighting style wouldn’t really be all that useful on a battlefield, because they had rules to follow and their purpose was NOT to kill their opponent, but rather to provide an entertaining fight. Gladiators actually considered it a point of pride to never kill an opponent in the arena.
Back to pants, because pants are interesting. To the Greeks and Romans, pants were just about the weirdest fucking thing they’d ever seen. Literally all of their clothes consisted of drapey rectangles. If they were feeling fancy, they’d stick a belt or a nice brooch on it. Pants are a complicated, relatively form-fitting garment and it just freaked those poor Greeks right out. Pants were a visual signal for “really fucking foreign”. The furry-hat-and-pants depiction I mentioned above was also the exact same costume that male Scythian warriors were depicted in, and the androgyny also freaked out the poor androcentric Greeks. Often, in vase art and such, the only way to tell an Amazon from a male Scythian is that the women have white skin. They lack of visible gender differences screamed “foreign” to the Greeks. There are several mythic stories about the origins of pants, and they all attribute their invention to women. One story even has Medea (of “fuck you Jason, I’m going to murder our kids to get back at you you utter fuckpile” fame) inventing pants.
Historically speaking, pants were invented because people found themselves needing to ride horses to get places, and not-pants are really inconvenient for that. Since both men and women rode horses, both men and women wore pants. (There’s also a fair bit of merit to the theory that the Amazon legend comes from actual Scythian female horse-archers, since once you put a person on a horse and give them a recurve bow, upper body strength advantages don’t mean shit). Pants were actually a key bit of military technology. Ancient China was having a hell of a time fighting off all these pants-wearing horse nomads (this was like 300-200 AD-ish) until the state of Qin finally decided to collectively put on pants and get on horses. They then preceded to kick the nomad’s pants-wearing asses and unify the warring states of China. Because pants.
Of course, because of bullshit, pants came to symbolize femininity and barbarianism to the Greeks and Romans. They think you look very silly in your uncivilized female legsleeves. Funny sidenote, the Romans avoided pants whenever they could, but when they kept invading more northerly places, shit kept getting colder. Winters in Northern Gaul (modern day France) were cold enough that soldiers actually had to put on pants, and the Romans thought this was significant enough that they called the region “Gallia Bracata”, which translates to “Trousered Gaul”, or, if you’re slightly more imaginative, “Pants France”.
(This is just the first image that came up when I googled “pants france”)
So, to bring this all back around to Wonder Woman, I’m really not a fan of those costumes. They aren’t practical and they aren’t accurate, and they’re also cliche and just like every other
sexySTRONG female warrior in fantasy media (I will direct you to @bikiniarmorbattledamage for more details and feminist rants). They could have kept the definitely necessary to show thigh skin by dressing them as Greek hoplites, but then they’d have had to give them helmets and cover their precious hair, and give them actual for reals breastplates that protect above the breasts (seriously collarbones aren’t made of steel and PROTECT YOUR SHOULDERS did you see what happened to poor Bucky), and aren’t molded to the torso (seriously- if it’s stiff enough that you can’t stab through it, it’s stiff enough that you can’t move in something that tight). And even if it is only training, and for some reason they’re not hitting anywhere that’s exposed (maybe training to hit only really small target areas? IDK), the armor depicted wouldn’t work- there’s clearly no cushioning under it, and armor (any kind, really, plate, mail, scale, all of it) really doesn’t work unless you’ve got a layer of padding beneath it. Modern combat sports with limited target areas don’t have form-fitting breast-cupping gear, they have thick pads that protect. For instance, two women competing in Taekwondo:
Not at all coincidentally, here’s some modern body armor worn by female soldiers:
Incidentally, the Scythians also had similar armor, made of scales, woven leather, or some form of lamellar.
Anyway, the movie makers could have their characters showing a bit of thigh (if it’s that important that they be sexy somehow) and maintain some sense of accuracy with thick torso armor, which at least protects the vitals, If they wanted to really get back to the idea of Amazons as terrifying warrior women who act as equals to men and fight as equals to men, and keep the Ancient Cultures motif, these ladies would be wearing stripey pants and furry hats.
Basically, I think it would be awesome to put Wonder Woman in stripey pants.
Alrighty, so I just spent an hour looking up stuff about ancient pants. You don’t have to dislike DC’s costumes just because I do, though- they’re just not very accurate to either ancient Greek culture, or to ancient Greek depictions of Amazons. And there’s no pants.
TBH now I kinda want to redesign Wonder Woman to be a Scythian Amazon. Lemme know if you want me to tag you or whatever if I end up posting a drawing of Wonder Woman in stripey pants.
STRIPEY PANTS WONDER WOMAN STRIPEY PANTS WONDER WOMAN
*bangs fists on the table in rhythm* STRIPEY PANTS WONDER WOMAN STRIPEY PANTS WONDER WOMAN
