I’m just gonna say it. If you think a razor company saying “Rape and misogyny aren’t manly traits” is an attack on all men, or some sort of leftist feminist propaganda; then you are fucked up. The fact that a video standing up to bigotry has 90% dislikes makes me feel absolutely disgusting.
If you’re not terrified that 90% of people felt personally attacked by an ANTI-RAPE, ANTI-MISOGYNIST message, then you’re not paying attention.
And if you think the ad is anti-male; you can stay the fuck away from me because I don’t wanna be a man like that, and I don’t wanna not be a man around people like you…
it’s really frustrating how you have to wait like, 2 weeks before you can drink milk after you buy it. i know you gotta wait for the date on the bottle but like why cant the store just sell the milk thats ready?
DC, stop being fucking cowards and release the batfamily animated show that we deserve. I want to see them fighting at the dinner table, watching movies and throwing popcorn, and all the kids bothering bruce while he looks into the camera like he’s on the office.
why is miles being middle to upper middle class so hard to comprehend? He never had to starve, his parents are happy to buy him art supplies, he never had to steal he never needed donations from the people of New York. Literally, Peter is canonically more broke than Miles.
I have a lot of teenage friends/mutuals who are “mature” and cool and whatever, but the bottom line is, unless you’re helping them with gender, sexual orientation, mental illness, abuse, etc. you shouldn’t be having conversations with a minor that you wouldn’t have in front of their parents.
The internet is weird. Some of my favourite artists on here are, like, sixteen. Teenagers are talented! They’re funny! They’re cool! They’re people.
But they’re also kids, and you have to respect and understand that, because ultimately, any friendship you have with a minor is also a responsibility, and if the fact that y'all both like the same cartoons is enough to make you “forget” that, or enough to make you “overlook” that, it isn’t a responsibility you’re ready for.
The only reason you should ever be in a kid’s life as an adult is because you’re prepared to be the kind of adult you needed at their age. That’s it.
If the relationship gets more intimate than “older sibling”, you’re being gross. If you’re saying anything to them that could be taken as a sexual advance or as emotional abuse “out of context”, you’re objectively being gross! If you’re relying on a kid to be your best friend in the same way a fellow adult would, your probably being, you guessed it, super gross. Full stop.
I don’t want any of my younger mutuals to see this and feel like I don’t respect you or care about you or like you, by the way. It’s the exact opposite! I think you’re great, and I want you to be healthy and happy, and part of that is establishing boundaries and understanding how we’re different, even if we have a lot in common that makes us great friends! That’s a great thing to do in any friendship.
Coco and Moana both teach kids the rare-but-important lesson that sometimes parents who love you, but who have been through traumatic things in the past, can make bad decisions for you out of fear.
This is an important distinction from the usual varieties of parents where either they are evil and do bad things to their children, or are good and it turns out that their actions were right all along, even if the child didn’t understand at the time.
Loving parents, families who genuinely care about their kids, can still end up stifling them in an effort to keep them safe. It’s hard to shoulder the responsibility of protecting and guiding another human, and so it’s easy to mess it up from time to time, even when you don’t mean to. Chief Tui didn’t want Moana to drown in the ocean. Mama Imelda didn’t want Miguel to abandon everything else in pursuit of music.
Their fears came from understandable places. From genuine trauma, and bad things that had happened to them.
But they were also both wrong. If Moana hadn’t sailed off to find Maui and restore things, she would have died on the ‘safe’ island along with everyone else. If Miguel had been forced to give up his music, he would have only continued to resent his family, and would have lost the closeness they had through another, different kind of tragedy.
It was important that they learn where their loved ones were coming from. But in the end, they were right to change things, too.
there is no difference between coke, pepsi, doctored pepper, sprites, ginger’s ale, root’s beered, mountain do, all of them. theyre all exactly the same.
hohoho! comparing these other drinks to ginger ale is like sticking you hand in a blender! because in both situations… heh you’ll know soon enough
hi “ginger-ale-official”.
thanks for your comment on my post.
except, no thanks.
your heart will stop beating at 9:10 PM EST on 2018/04/30
make the best of your remaining time!
Venus :)
I got rid of my heart twenty five years ago to make room! (for ginger ale) do not fear though friend! Your reckoning will soon be upon you!
In highschool I wrote a story about a middle-generation of stellar travelers. Their parents were born on earth and left as children, and the middle generation will not live long enough to see their destination. They live their entire lives on the ship and I wrote about them trying to find their place in everything. They will never know blue skies and warm beaches and open fields with warm breezes. They’ll never know birdsong or crickets or frogs. They’ll never hear the rain on the roof of a dreary day. I never could find the right way to end the story. I wanted it to be a happy ending, but I didn’t know how to do it.
I realize now that it was a book about me dealing with depression before I even knew it. Looking back at how blatant the projecting was, it’s obvious now. It wasn’t then.
In the story, the middle-generation people are lost. They’re apathetic. They’re just a placeholder. The only job they have is to keep the ship running, have kids, and die. As the middle generation of people began becoming adults, suicide rates were skyrocketing. Crime and drug rates were jumping. This generation was completely apathetic because they felt that they had no use.
In the story, a small group of people in the middle-generation create the Weather Project. They turn the ship into a terrarium. They make magnificent gardens and take the DNA of animals they took with them and recreate them and they make this cold, metal spaceship that they have to live their entire lives on into a home. They take what little they have and they break it and rearrange it into something beautiful. They take this radical idea and turn the ship into a wonderful jungle of trees and birds and sunshine.
And I realize now how much it reflects my state of mind as I transitioned from a child into an adult while dealing with depression. You always hear “it gets better” and “when you’re older things will be easier” and I was so sick of waiting for it to get better. I was in the middle-generation stage. And I was sick of it. I was so sick of waiting.
When I was in highschool I didn’t know how to end the story. I didn’t know how to have a happy ending. I didn’t have the life experience then to finish the story in a meaningful way. I didn’t know how to make it better for these middle-generation characters.
But now that I’m older, I’m learning. That if you sit and wait for things to get better, it never will. You have to take your life and break it apart and rearrange it into something beautiful. You have to make the cold metal ship into the garden that you deserve. You have to make your own meaning. You have to plant your own garden.
You have to teach yourself that being happy is not a radical idea.
it really is next to impossible to write realistic sibling dialogue, I just passed my brother on the stairs and instead of greeting each other like human beings I said ‘born survivor’ and he said ‘youtube rewind. let’s set it to rewind.’ like you ain’t gonna find that shit in a novel
