It’s important to talk about how vaccines don’t cause autism, but can we please also talk about how much people must hate autism if they’d rather expose their child to polio, measles and chickenpox than autism?
Megan: ERIN DID YOU KNOW THAT BATS HAVE TEETH Megan: LIKE LOOK AT THAThttps://24.media.tumblr.com/9bb68ba7302691dc1fd445d1601def65/tumblr_n3iaep3daf1rv6w5bo2_500.jpg Delcat: Uh…yeah? Vampire bats? Rabies bites? Delcat: Also…most mammals have teeth? Megan: I knew that but I didn’t think about it Delcat: Also they’re basically flying rodents? Delcat: Actually they are flying rodents but Megan: I thought they had, like, cute little bird teeth? Delcat: ……..birds don’t have teeth Megan: I know but you know what I mean
I KNOW birds don’t have teeth and I KNOW bats do have teeth, I’m just saying they shouldn’t have THOSE teeth is all.
Your job title is literally "page" (or contains it at least)? For some reason that just seems really neat to me. :D
I…wow, I cannot believe I never realized the pun in that. Holy shit.
BUT YES I am a library page which means I’m at the lowest rung of the ladder. Shelving is my main job, but there are also roughly ten billion smaller tasks we’re in charge of, like emptying drop bins, retrieving requested material for the pull list, cleaning computers, and making things look neat at the beginning and end of the day (and usually a few times in the middle).
As for advancement, I’m hoping that soon I’ll become a library squire and then that a watery tart will fling a scimitar at me and I’ll become library king.
E-reading isn’t REAL reading. = I need my personal preferences about my hobby to be validated as the only right and moral way do to a thing.
Making crafts out of old books is a DESECRATION! = I’ve never seen a library dumpster.
I only read prize-winners/confirmed classics *sniff*. = I don’t know how to think for myself.
Book bloggers are killing literary criticism! = I’m an aging white man in publishing and I don’t know how to think for myself.
Oh, I’ve never heard of that book. Was it reviewed in the NYT/on NPR? = I don’t know how to think for myself.
I would never read the tripe that is Twilight/50 Shades/Oprah’s Book Club selection, and I am going to tweet that statement 50 million times. = I am still as worried about being cool as I was when I was in high school.
The book is always better than the movie, no exceptions. = I’ve never seen The Godfather or The Princess Bride and also I am no fun at parties.
Rap music is not poetry, but Joni Mitchell/Bob Dylan/Belle and Sebastian is. = I am racist.
I refuse to use an e-reader because I just love that old book smell. People who do not love that old book smell are not real readers. = My favorite perfume’s base note is mold.
People who shop at Amazon for books are evil. = I have disposable income and like to make moral judgements about people who do not.
I would NEVER dog ear pages, crease a spine, or eat food while reading. = I have unreasonable expectations about how much the people to whom I bequeath my books when I die will actually want them.
I guess it’s good that they’re reading at all. = I will internally judge you until your reading tastes morph to match my own, which are far superior to yours because I read more books written by white men who live in Brooklyn.
I don’t have a TV because that would cut into my reading time. Did I mention I don’t have a TV? Hey. You there. I don’t have a TV. I don’t get that TV reference. = I am not all that interesting. Also, I watch three hours of Netflix a night on my laptop.
I don’t care if the main character is likable. It’s the PROSE that’s the thing. = My ability to tolerate insufferable jerks makes me better than you because you’re obviously only reading for escapism, which is an inferior motivation for reading.
I’m not a romance/crime/Western reader. I mean, I’ll read LITERARY genre. SOMETIMES. = My kitchen is full of quinoa and kale and soy ice cream. Someone please validate what a grown-up I am.
I don’t understand adults who read YA. You’re a grown-up person, you should read grown-up books. = I don’t like dancing in the rain or ice cream cones or trampolines or whimsy and my neck tie is too tight.
In case you haven’t heard, BookRiot is the fucking ish.
Unsurprisingly, the book snobs showed up en masse to comment on this piece.
The thing is, representation matters, and one of the worst things that this kind of narrative does is that it expects an LGBTQ audience to be satisfied with the bare minimum. When this bare minimum is not met with automatic praise and thanks, the audience is punished in any number of ways, from a producer’s social media snarkery to claims by the mainstream media that the darned homosexuals just aren’t grateful enough. Even the smallest amount of negative reaction is cited as reason enough to not bother with such a storyline in the future.
It’s sort of like showing up to Thanksgiving having said you’d bring green bean casserole, except you brought a single green bean on a paper plate. Even though this will obviously not feed any of the other guests and barely counts as a green bean casserole, you sneer at those who are protesting, telling them that they never specified what a green bean casserole is and besides that, they’re being whiny babies. You wave the single limp green bean in the air and tell them that it’s obvious they’ll never be happy, that they’re complaining for the sake of complaining and it’s no wonder they don’t get to eat quality green bean casserole, because nobody wants to share green bean casserole with such an aggressive and unfriendly group. In other words, making a character gay only to immediately write them out of the show makes me feel like shoving a green bean up someone’s nose.
excerpt from the piece i’m writing for autostraddle on why i’ve stopped recapping once upon a time, because they pulled some bullshit (via trashydyke)
This very eloquently explains why I stopped watching Once Upon A Time, and why I stop watching so many other shows/reading comics or books/etc. It’s disheartening, and it wears on you. It hurt me to my core that a show about true love was only for straight people.
And it makes me so angry when people come to me and they say WELL THIS ONE CHARACTER IS GAY SO WHY DID YOU STOP WATCHING IT. Because it’s not enough. Because it’s not fucking enough, and it never is, and it never will be.
A throwaway gay character isn’t enough. Sam Wilson and James Rhodes aren’t enough. Black Widow and Maria hill aren’t enough, and Scarlett Witch won’t fucking be enough. And I am SICK of people acting offended because I refuse to be satisfied with the barest minimum of representation. I am sick of one green bean, while everyone else gets to eat a casserole.
I’ve worked in food service (hostess, server, bartender) for over a decade now, and from time to time I feel the need to bitch. I thought this post would be slightly more constructive than pure bitching, though. (Mind, this list is for the USA, so feel free to disregard if it doesn’t apply to you.)
Put in order from least to most desired. #1 probably isn’t what you think it is, either.
once one of my straight male friends who has a significant amount of sex asked me ‘when two girls do it how do you know when you’re finished’ and to this day thats one of the saddest things ive ever heard
It never actually ends. F-F couples have to be very careful when beginning a love-making session otherwise they can enter an eternal loop that lasts until they die.
“But above all let there be pleasure. Let there be textural delight, let there be silken words and flinty words and sodden speeches and soaking speeches and crackling utterance and utterance that quivers and wobbles like rennet. Let there be rapid firecracker phrases and language that oozes like a lake of lava. Words are your birthright. Unlike music, painting, dance and raffia work, you don’t have to be taught any part of language or buy any equipment to use it, all the power of it was in you from the moment the head of daddy’s little wiggler fused with the wall of mummy’s little bubble. So if you’ve got it, use it. Don’t be afraid of it, don’t believe it belongs to anyone else, don’t let anyone bully you into believing that there are rules and secrets of grammar and verbal deployment that you are not privy to. Don’t be humiliated by dinosaurs into thinking yourself inferior because you can’t spell broccoli or moccasins. Just let the words fly from your lips and your pen. Give them rhythm and depth and height and silliness. Give them filth and form and noble stupidity. Words are free and all words, light and frothy, firm and sculpted as they may be, bear the history of their passage from lip to lip over thousands of years. How they feel to us now tells us whole stories of our ancestors.”—(via fuckyeahstephenfry)