some-rando-blog1
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STEM students who don't refer to their living areas as "stem cells" are wasting an opportunity and need to switch majors immediately.
The next time some fragile prick has their privilege pointed out when they're being harmful, and responds by saying some variation of "you're trying to make me feel bad for being a white male," just say "that's such a white male thing to say."
This is of course customizable for the type of privilege you're viciously attacking this poor, blameless person for, instead of spending more of your time and energy giving them the education you clearly owe them, like you're supposed to.
*Looks at my own butt in new jeans* "I would hit that."
I was watching An American Tale with a friend, and to my delight, he pointed out that, as a Native, I can call most people "My Little Immigrant."
What Am I Overlooking?
Overlooked reasons for going to hell: Carrying on a conversation with someone after they have said goodbye (or other widely accepted sign-off term), as if you didn't hear them when you did. "Fixing" things about a person's appearance (bra strap, hair, etc) without asking. Answering the cellphone you didn't bother silencing in a library. Constantly putting other people's cups in the sink when they're not done using them.
When privileged people agree to not have conversations about oppression, or to drop the subject as soon as it gets awkward or heated, think about the fact that the common ground that has been reached by all involved is that helping the oppressed avoid ongoing harm is not as important as the privileged avoiding temporary discomfort.
Some Things Are Just Wrong.
It should be illegal to be a seamstress. Like, if you just want to sew as a hobby, that's fine, but look at children who are forced to work in sweatshops all day. You know no one would be in that industry if they had any other choice. It's really a public safety issue when you think about it, because all those people in a room with all those blades and needles - that's bloodborne illness waiting to be spread. Not to mention it's just another example of demeaning and exploiting women, because it's almost always women. The people we really need to go after, though, are their employers. I don't know what's worse, that they pay the seamstresses for the "labor" they provide, or that the employer forces the seamstress to cede a portion of her payment in return for facilitating her "work." I can't believe some people seriously call it "work," like it's legitimate. Just because you provide a service and get paid for it doesn't make it work, and we all know it. -Some of the inanity that sex workers have to deal with constantly.
I've never seen a sex scene or post-sex scene in a movie or tv show in which any of the characters try repeatedly to pull a stray body hair from their mouth, and this was probably the most unrealistic expectation I received from Hollywood as a teen.
I wanna hear a gay guy sing "I Kissed a Girl," like he's secure in his homosexuality, he just had a bi-curious moment. "I kissed a girl, and I liked it, the taste of her cherry chapstick. I kissed a girl, just to try it, hope my boyfriend don't mind it. It felt so wrong, it felt so right, don't mean I'm in love tonight..."
It's Not Just You, Supporting Your Suicidal Loved Ones. They're Supporting You Too.
I'm going to toot my own horn here, indirectly remind others with depression how great their work is, and directly tell those who are not suicidal to appreciate the work we do. Conversations about the relationships between suicidal and non-suicidal people are almost always framed as what *you* are doing to support *us.* That's an important topic, but talking about it to the exclusion of what *we* do for *you* is detrimental. There's an important element that suicidal people are constantly attacked for non-adherence, but when we *do* adhere to this unofficial "rule," we don't get recognition, much less respect and appreciation for it. We work our asses off to keep the struggle going FOR YOU. We don't want the people we care about to be sad. So we continue to live a life that is bad enough to prefer death (or, for many, not prefer death per se, so much as we want something to end, and death is or seems like the only way to achieve ending it). We could be doing this for a single day or several years, and everywhere in between. It's exhausting, mentally and physically. I have never had a job that was as hard as staying alive when I have an illness that literally makes me want to die. It's WORK. I don't have to put that work in. None of us do. If you have an at-risk loved one still hanging on, odds are it's because of the intensely difficult labor they put in to make sure you don't have to deal with loss just yet. Treat them like who and what they are. Treat them like someone who is immensely considerate of you, who routinely sacrifices what they want for you. Treat them like someone who has a hard job with long hours. Treat them like someone who has a chronic illness that is more manageable at some times than others.
The Anti-Gluten-Free Trend is Laden with the Same Ignorance It Mocks.
https://www.health.harvard.edu/staying-healthy/getting-out-the-gluten • Until recently, celiac was UNDER-diagnosed. • With greater awareness the trend has caused, people with symptoms have reached out to their doctors, and tested positive. • Many such "on-trend" people found out their IBS was misdiagnosed, to the point that it is now required to rule out celiac before diagnosing IBS. • You can have a gluten-intolerance without celiac. Much in the same way that many people are not allergic to milk, but have lactose-intolerance, and we don't smugly ask "do you have a milk allergy" if they order substitutions, and then dismiss them as stupidly following a trend if they don't SPECIFICALLY have a milk allergy. • When people notice they have digestive issues common of lactose-intolerance, we don't judge them for self-diagnosing a lactose issue, but if someone experiences a similar situation with wheat, we stand ready to mock them, behind their back or otherwise.
Getting a hard on looking at skincare I can't afford.
People who go to prison are bad guys? Untrustworthy? Inferior? Uncle Iroh went to prison. What are you trying to say about Uncle Iroh?
Those Logical, Honorable People Who Remain Neutral.
People are so well-aware that not being held accountable is to the advantage of the perpetrator in situations of injustice that we have sayings built around this concept, such as "getting away with murder." But they still pretend to not understand that they're helping oppressors when they remain "neutral." You're full of shit. Stop lying.
Stop it.
The answer to your white guilt is not to lament about there “not being any Indians left” to show people you’re a caring white person. We were harmed, but we are still here, and erasing us only harms us further.
Okay, you know that smug gesture of breathing on your nails and rubbing them against the front of your shoulder? Is there already a word for that as a whole? I've never known, and decided five minutes ago to just call it "lapel buffing" unless someone knows a title that was previously known and widely accepted (relatively speaking).
New lesbian code: hey, wanna split that cookie?
I don't claim to be certain about many things, but one thing I'm one hundred per cent sure of is that The Pythons wrote this scene as a metaphor for my relationship with Life.
Tumblr: *rolls out “best stuff first”*
My blog:
One of my favorite things about a history of abuse is that the most confusing and even suspicious thing a person can do is act with tenderness toward me.
Speaking Thoughtfully on the Suicide Hotline
I was experiencing heavy ideation, worried I may actually try to go through with it again. I decided to call before it was too late. I thought of my potential suicide in the most logical ways possible, giving myself true pros and cons, considering grey areas, realistic impact, etc. The person on the other line was clearly struggling. Eventually he admitted that they were trained for people who were in paroxysms, simply panicking about their situation, and he had no idea what to do with someone who thoroughly thought it out in a rational manner. He couldn't help me. After a while of speaking to me, he assumed from my relative calm and way of speaking that I wasn't in danger. He said "it sounds like you're going to be okay. I need to talk to other people calling." I felt even more alone and uncared for after calling. If not even the people whose job it is to care (volunteer or otherwise) seem to care about me, I felt it must truly be hopeless, that there was no reason to be around. Sharing hotline numbers is great. I'm sure the service has helped many people. I wanted to share my experience to potentially help people like me, who don't sob and cite purely emotional motivations (a different experience which is also terrible) so they know what they may be walking into at such a vulnerable moment.
If you ignore your child's mental illness, you have zero right to complain about how they act.
Most, if not everyone wants and enjoys relationships with others. For many who grew up being abused at the hands of those who were supposed to love them, however, the need for loving attention is both pathologically desperate, and needed for healing. The saddest part of this aftermath is that victims also often gravitate towards the abusers, who are more than happy to take advantage. The fervent need for the time, love, and respect of someone is even harder to attain for those who have been groomed to believe that neglect is normal, abuse is deserved, and basic decency is generous. In those relationships where a decent partner has been found, the formerly abused party is more likely to take the relationship quite seriously - why would their partner treat them with respect and be present unless they deeply loved them? Heartbreak ensues when their partner leaves, and they discover that, even though this person cared for them to some degree, that basic respect was not love, but simply the default behavior of a decent human being. Where it often ends is at the panic and self-loathing which dovetail with abandonment issues that come come crashing back in. We are worth more than this.
I no longer give a fuck about shopping on Thanksgiving. It is a bullshit holiday, used to this day to spread misinformation about the relationship of the U.S. with Natives. I don't really have a fuck to give that people are having dinner today. People have dinner most days, and you either are truly thankful for your family year-round and don't need another genocide cover-up day to spend one or more of the other three hundred and sixty four dinners with the people you're so thankful for, or you're one of the many who have little to no interest in being around your annoying uncle even once a year, in which case, don't. It's not like it makes it easier for damn near everyone to be traveling at once. And to anyone who ironically, and yet so appropriately, gives me shit for buying food and other necessities on Thanksgiving - a Native trying to get food from largely white-owned stores on a day that was supposedly about Natives sharing their food - I only have this to say.
this is either the dumbest thing I’ve ever made or the culmination
Tolkien: The actual battle isn’t that important. This is Bilbo’s story, and he’s not a warrior. Maybe I’ll just make him sleep through it.
Warner Bros: You have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.