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you are the dancing queen
young and sweet
only over teen
tomorrow I gotta stand up in front of my class and talk about why I propose research into identifying entheogen use in America
I’m gonna talk about accepting drug use in America
I’m nervous if only for the stigma.
My peers be researchin knots as communication systems and the effects of uranium mining on native americans and I’m gon be like
"people take drugs to reach altered states of consciousness as methods of communication and understanding, it’s been done around the world throughout human evolution, and oh yeah American drug policy is causing huge problems, so I want to research to understand drug use and abuse in america to identify contexts that allow for drugs to be used as entheogens"
like fuck ohgod this is like … a culminating moment in literally about 6 years of me just reading trip reports and articles and understanding basic chemistry and botany and neuroscience
and it’s also pretty personal since both of my parents have extensive experience dealing with people imprisoned from the drug war and people who abused drugs to the point of insanity
and it’s just gonna be 8 minutes to talk about something that I literally love researching. 98% chance of tears. I’m such an emotional public presenter. I hate it uuuguughh wish me luck
Lupita was recently named the most beautiful by People’s Magazine, and some of their readers expressed their dissatisfaction with this decision in the comment section. One reader even commented that Lupita didn’t deserve this title because she’s 100% black(she finds women unattractive if they’re 100% black). These comments made me think of the brilliant post made by radicalrebellion:
White women (non-black women of color included in this as well) become offended and angry when a black woman (especially a dark skinned black woman like Lupita) is depicted as beautiful and worthy of appreciation because it jeopardizes their position as the epitome of beauty and womanhood. Black women are viewed as the antithesis of White beauty and womanhood, these white women are completely apathetic and silent when dark skinned Black women are portrayed as “ugly” and “unlovable” by the mainstream media because they benefit from this oppression. That’s why you never see white supermodels discussing racism and colorism in the fashion industry. However, these readers wouldn’t complain if it were light skinned black women like Halle Berry, Beyonce, or Rihanna (we all know why, hint: colorism). Anyway, congratulations to the ***flawless Lupita for being named the most beautiful!
I can understand how an insecure, racist woman can see this and have the floor bottom out beneath her. She works so hard to reach idealized beauty in a system that suddenly produces an image that she cannot attain. What does she do?
Fall back on her racist defense mechanisms. I’ve been jealous of a lot of women because they’re prettier and curvier and confident-er than me. That jealousy is all too easily sublimated if skin color can be a dividing line. This being said, congrats to Lupita for being most beautiful. I certainly think she is the most beautiful face to grace the cover of People
in a long long long ever.
Robonaut, installed on the International Space Station to perform chores for astronauts, just got its first pair of real legs.
NASA says that the new seven-jointed legs are designed for climbing in zero gravity and offer a considerable nine-foot leg span. Instead of feet, the legs feature “end effectors” designed to grapple onto handrails and sockets located both inside the space station and, eventually, on the ISS’s exterior. Robonaut’s end effectors have a built-in vision system—almost like a pair of eyes—that are designed to eventually automate each limb’s approaching and grasping.
Robonaut be spreading its arms like BEHOLD, MY LEGS
and dem legs be like yaaaaaay
NOOOO NO NO NONO FUCK FUCK FUCKIG CBS IS TELLING WOMEN NOT TO REPORT SEXUAL HARASSMENT BECAUSE IT WILL “DAMAGE THEIR CAREERS” and “HARASSMENT IS AN UNFORTUNATE PART OF CLIMBING THE LADDER” I AM SO ANGRY THEY ARE LITERALLY TURNING SEXUAL HARASSMENT INTO A NORM THIS IS NOT OKAY
This is an actual article and I’m still having a hard time believing it’s real.
this is terrible but also 3 years old, slow down tumblrtrain
I want to start using my tablet again…but it seems that my folks placed it in the junk room. THE ROOM THAT NEVER GOT FINISHED.
you must journey into the junklands
so losing weight is something that is everywhere on the internet
how do I gain weight?
answers of “eat” will be shamed into oblivion
lmao people mock fanfiction but when u think about it some people manage to create novel-length stories that are extremely well written without getting paid and they do it on top of school and work and everything else in their lives just because they love to write and they love the original story or the people they write about like im pretty sure that’s more productive than being the person who is just sat there laughing at it all
I am incredibly proud of the first fanfiction I ever wrote. It was around 40k words and combined the favorite elements of me and bloodthirstyoctopus’ fandoms in some kind of bizarre, hyperactive, giant rainbow chinchilla-manifesting thing.
I’m proud because it made us laugh a lot and because after that I wrote another fanfic with OCs that bto and I really liked and all that writing paved the way for me starting to write my own fiction.
FUCK HATERS WRITE FANFICS MAKE BITCHES HAPPY
Things you wish your girlfriend would say, but she’s never ever going to. It’s so not going to happen, it’s sort of funny.
This was obviously written by someone who
wears fedoras is bitter and suffers from the effects of gender stereotyping. :|
Sex is good no matter who it’s with :P
I was sitting in a lobby and there were two people sitting kinda halfway across the lobby against the windows. The woman, who I could see better, looked upset about something but the man next to her kept saying stuff and she would start to laugh. I loved her laugh. She kinda tucked her chin in and squeezed her eyes shut and showed this beautiful gap-tooth grin.
And the man next to her kept making her laugh and they both eventually just cracked up and me, watching this, I started laughing too - so the woman noticed me laughing and we were all just laughing (I’m even laughing again writing this) - I told her I didn’t know why they were laughing and she said that the man next to her was being silly, making jokes and telling stories about her brother.
Her brother had died, though her words were, “if my brother were here, we would be laughing a lot more.” The depth of the look on her face was indescribable. I could see her eyes glistening but before she could start to cry, the man said something and they both started laughing again. Their laughter filled the lobby, bouncing off all the polished surfaces and cutting through the echoes of other voices.
When their PACE van showed up, the woman told me, “Have a good holiday, baby,” and smiled through her pain as she walked out alongside the wheelchair of the man who kept making her laugh.
Laughter is so curious, so powerful. Laughter was helping her through loss and laughter connected us today. And laughter will carry us forwards. It’s the easiest thing.
Right now. Go crazy. Laugh a little, laugh a lot.
It’s okay to cry and it’s okay to laugh, and if you’re hurt, doing both at the same time is super okay. Just laugh.
it’s so weird when people use their blogs as blogs
I read this as it’s weird when people use their drugs as blogs
yes, it is weird when people do that. and maladaptive.