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I really really hate the “X people died in this conflict, Y were women and children” thing. 

Yes, nearly 700 people have died in the conflict between Israel and Hamas. They are all human beings. The women, the children, and the men. Each death is a tragedy. The death of women isn’t more tragic than the death of men. Women aren’t more innocent than men. It is probably a fair assumption that more men are combatants than women, but that doesn’t mean every man who was killed in Gaza was a combatant, and that every woman wasn’t, and that people dying isn’t a terribly sad thing either way.

Sure, I’ll grant though that children dying is an extra tragic tragedy.

Fat fashion is great and all but for serious, what I really want is a regular shirt that fits me and comes in colors? Or pants that are comfortable??? Or a dress with room for my boobs??????

I feel like there’s a big zone between “tents and muumuus” and “mesh crop top/pleather leggings club wear” that most fat people (and most people in general) would like to dress in.

Is cashmere from Kashmir?



Wow sucks that there are no trigger warnings in real life.

oh my god thank you for this.

i was one of the student writers that was sourced in the New York Times about trigger warnings, since I did an op-ed about using them at Rutgers. and I was interviewed about it for BBC/HuffPost/Chronicle of Higher Ed/etc. My interviewers always ask the same ignorant question, “why trigger warnings now?? why start this thing?? they’ve never existed before, so why start this precedent?”

look the fuck around you, they’re LITERALLY everywhere. they’re on imdb. they’re on video games (and very effective too, ESRB and PEGI are extremely informative). they’re at the top left of every TV show with things like “mature language” or “violence” abbreviated below the recommended age.

even before ESRB, video games like Wolfenstein 3D had them for graphic violence. and even before tumblr, listservs and usernet forums use to use them all the time from every subject under the sun (sports listservs used them just as much as feminist listservs, if not more-so). even today, you can find things like “NSFW” and “NSFL” on reddit.

people have been embracing trigger warnings for years, they just don’t call them trigger warnings. stop acting like trigger warnings are an abomination that don’t work in real life. not just do they work very well, but chances are you’ve used them since you were a kid, and still use them today to look at what content is in the shows you wanna watch and the video games you wanna play.

tomatoes on caesar salad is an abomination and if you say otherwise you are WRONG



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Ooo! What test is this?


this one hahaha

Oooo, about to do this right now! Hahaha!

Part of it was scary accurate, but nah… I refuse to believe.

Hahahaha, none of that shit was accurate for me. Which is why it was funny.

It got me as a woman… said mid-thirties which I guess is close? The rest was wayyyyyyy off (apparently I’m blonde, tan, love my partner and have 2 kids and want a 3rd)

Like all mythology, that of the criminally bad Black mother spread through storytelling—lurid tales told with bitter resentment. Haven’t you heard the one about the jaywalking mother whose son was hit by a drunk driver? Surely you know all about the homeless mother who left her two children in the car during a job interview. And now there’s the McDonald’s mother who abandoned her daughter at the playground.

But what do these stories leave out? Our welfare system is designed to put everyone to work regardless of circumstance. Unfortunately, the low-wage jobs attainable for most mothers lead to a parental quagmire. Between low paychecks and inflexible work schedules, how is one to arrange for adequate child care? With no apparent options, the answer is often that they simply cannot.

Such women, it’s been repeated to you, are bad mothers who deserve to be punished, and increasingly we’re doing just that. Indeed, the mythology of bad Black mothers was never just a part of our cultural folklore—it’s entrenched in our legal system.

Over the last three decades, the population of incarcerated women has grown by over 800%, and women of color have been locked up at disproportionately high rates. African American women are three times more likely than White women to be thrown in jail or prison.

The justice system doles out particularly harsh punishments for infractions that relate to motherhood. Although pregnant Black and White women take drugs at similar rates, expecting Black mothers are 10 times more likely to be reported to child welfare for drug use, according to the Drug Policy Alliance.

Mandatory minimum sentencing has slowly eliminated judicial discretion and exacerbated the racial disparities. In addition, most child maltreatment laws and definitions of neglect are very vague, leaving room for prejudice based on race, class and gender to creep in. One in nine Black children have an incarcerated parent. Who stands to gain from this?

Noah Remnick

Quote is from Debra Harrell and The Mythology of Bad Black Mothers in The Los Angeles Times. Though she is out of jail now, she was subsequently fired from her job and her daughter remains in state custody. @prisonculture shared a link for a fundraiser for her at You Caring.

I am fascinated (as in repulsed) by the people pretending to care about the well-being of her daughter—by ignoring all of the structural inequalities and lack of options for Debra—suggesting that she could’ve been kidnapped playing at the busy child park. If they care then they must care about the structural problems that lead to lack of options. And if they care, then they have a funny way of showing it since when Black girls and even adult Black women go missing, there is less concern, less media coverage and often they are marked off as “runaways.” So now Black girls are capable of being taken? I know Harrell was in a bind that poverty creates and even those all about bootstraps magically have no answer for the fact that McDonald’s fired her because they don’t pay her enough to afford childcare. And she worked

Take a look at Black Feminist Thought: Knowledge, Consciousness, and the Politics of Empowerment by Patricia Hill Collins; she goes further than this article did as to how the mythology of the “inherently” bad Black mother came about and how it unironically co-exists with the “thoughtful mammy” who raises any children (especially White ones) “well,” except her own. Critical read. 

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How to Survive a trip to IKEA



  • Never go alone- bring a partner. Travel in pairs
  • Before entering, ensure that someone not entering knows you are going in, and when you expect to be out
  • Before entering, determine the cause of your mission- your mission objective. Bookcase? Couch? Oven? Meatballs? Figure it out
  • Upon entering, locate The Path
  • Do not disengage from The Path until you have reached your mission destination. Many have been lost forever to the wilds of IKEA by not obeying this. Very few are ever located again by the sparse store employees.
  • Upon reaching your mission destination, you may disengage from The Path ONLY when accompanied by your partner (physical contact should be maintained- ie, holding hands, holding shirt sleeve, both holding an end of a rope, etc)
  • When you disengage from The Path to acquire the data for your mission objective (ie, the item number for the bookcase, couch, meatballs, etc), it becomes your partner’s responsibility to maintain visual contact with The Path. Much like weeping angel statues, The Path will move if not actively being watched. This will strand you and your partner in the wilds of IKEA, so ensure you choose a partner wisely.
  • Upon acquiring the mission objective data (ie the item number), navigate back to The Path. You may disengage physical contact with your partner once you have safely returned to The Path
  • Do not leave The Path again. It will naturally end at the warehouse/stock section. This is a long, huge hall with many branches.
  • At the entrance of the warehouse section, acquire a cart if necessary. Using your item coordinates, locate your mission objective. Do not leave the main hallway except for the branch where your item is located. Like The Path, the wilds of IKEA sometimes sneak up on travelers that wander the warehouse section
  • Once your item has been loaded, head to the check out section. Do not touch anything in the boxes along the way. They appear to be full of candles or stuffed animals or useful kitchenware; it is a ruse. They are carnivorous.
  • After checking out, exit to the loading area. Load your item, and leave.
  • Do not look in your rearview mirror as you leave. It shouldn’t pursue you if you don’t look back.

Listen, I’m not saying Ikea was created by elves that feed on covetousness, but…

Whatever you do, don’t pick up something because it might be useful in the future and only costs $5. 

You will end up at least $200 over budget.

Hi, do you want pizza?
Person Nobody Likes:
No. I'm being healthy. I'm not eating pizza because...
Person Nobody Likes:
It looks so good, but the calories--
Person Nobody Likes:
...and the fat--
Person Nobody Likes:
Here's a long explanation of my diet...
Person Nobody Likes:
But I wish I could cheat LOL!
Person Nobody Likes:
That stuff is so bad for you, you know? But you have fun!
Everyone who has left to go live their lives:
Person Nobody Likes:
It's the gluten, you know? I don't know what that is, but it's soooooo baaaaaad.
Crickets who have come out because it's midnight now:
Person Nobody Likes:
I cheated and ate an M&M yesterday! I spent an hour at the gym to make up for it but so worth it LOL.
Unfeeling universe:
Person Nobody Likes:
Have you tried using cauliflower instead of bread to make a pizza?
Existential dread:
Person Nobody Likes:
It tastes exactly the same, and it's sooooo much healthier.
Death itself:
Person Nobody Likes:
I'm gonna go drink my soy smoothie now.
Person Nobody Likes:
It's a small size.
Person Nobody Likes:
Gotta watch my thighs!
Apocalypse, the end of all space and time as we know it, the fathomless void of nothingness:
Person Nobody Likes:

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