Alternatives to Steampunk
Awesome, but I’m afraid I can only give it nine out of ten due to the lack of what-people-in-1950-thought-the-year-2000-would-look-like-punk.
Had to find and re-reblog this post to the attention of sakunamera after a conversation today where we decided that my style is best described as “Anabaptist Goth”.
I WANT TO BE ANCIENT GREEK PASTEL GOTH
Liking Regency Goth.
I think what-people-in-1950-thought-the-year-2000-would-look-like-punk would be retro-futuristic punk? Hmm, wikipedia suggests that exists, and is a sub-genre of cyberpunk. A specific-to-fifties version might be, oh, Jetsons Punk?
a lot of people are STILL asking me how Iggy Azalea is racist and homophobic so i’m just going to make a proper post
in addition to all of this she also calls herself a “slave master” at 0:06 in this video
the amount of notes on this post
Annnnd this is why I side-eye that apology pretty damn hard tbh
Todd Starnes, Asshole of the Day for July 22, 2014
Yesterday President Obama signed an executive order prohibiting workplace discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation or gender identity. The order only applies to federal contractors. This is after Congress failed to pass ENDA, which would have protected all workers from discrimination on this basis. So it’s a small victory for LGBT groups.
But limited though this order is, it’s not good enough for hardcore bigots who feel that the world will end if employers can’t fire people for being gay. Here’s Fox News’ go-to bigot, Todd Starnes explaining how awful this is:
The mask is coming off of the homosexual movement’s agenda. They really do not believe in religious liberty. They want forced affirmation of homosexual and transgender conduct to trump every other consideration in the workplace - including religious liberty.”
The Obama administration seems hell-bent on forcing Christians to assimilate to the militant LGBT agenda. Resistance is futile.
You see, to Todd Starnes, firing people for being gay is a religious matter. In his view Christian organizations shouldn’t be helping the poor if it means they can’t fire gays. Hating gays is more important than helping the poor.
But more specifically, here he is saying that the federal government should not be attaching strings to its funds to protect the rights of its citizens in the workplace where those funds will be spent. It’s a peculiar argument. It is not a stretch to say that, absent the Civil Rights Act, he would argue that the federal government shouldn’t attach a requirement on federal contractors that they not be allowed to fire employees for being black if they could cook up some cockamamie religious reason for hating blacks.
And since religious freedom for him only seems to apply to his particular sect of Christianity, he can’t see that what he’s asking for could also mean that a company owned by another religion could fire a member of his sect on the basis of their religion. As Ruth Bader Ginsburg said in her dissent in the Hobby Lobby case"Approving some religious claims while deeming others unworthy of accommodation could be ‘perceived as favoring one religion over another,’ the very ‘risk the [Constitution’s] Establishment Clause was designed to preclude."
Religious freedom is a private freedom, not a right for one religious group to impose its rules on others.
So, for defending the rights of those who would take federal funds to be able to fire people for being gay, Todd Starnes is Asshole of the Day.
It is Todd Starnes' sixth time as Asshole of the Day. Previous wins were for
- comparing transgender people to people who identify as a “pine cone or weed whacker”
- whining that the non-white Miss America didn’t reflect “American values”
- his overreaction to the Coke Super Bowl commercial
- blaming God for his own homophobia
- accusing gays of turning St. Patrick’s Day parades into gay pride by participating
Full story: Media Matters
If we have a militant agenda, I guess I missed boot camp.
Do you know what the definition of insanity is?
No. Stop. Please don’t do this. Just stop, now.
It baffles me when people say that mental illness isn’t stigmatized here in the “developed world”.
The last time the NHS surveyed 1,741 adults to ask them what they thought about mental health:
• 1 in 5 said “anyone with a history of mental problems should be excluded from taking public office”.
• 1 in 10 said “it is frightening to think of people with mental problems living in residential neighbourhoods”.
• 1 in 10 said “A woman would be foolish to marry a man who has suffered from mental illness, even though he seems fully recovered”
What exactly is that?
EVERYONE’S TALKING ABOUT CORRECT GRAMMAR AND NO ONE REALIZES THAT GRAMMAR FUCKING CHANGES.
JUST AN UPDATE: THE LATEST AMERICAN GRAMMAR CONFERENCE DECIDED TWO THINGS.
ONE-THE OXFORD COMMA MUST BE USED BY K-12 STUDENTS.
TWO-IF HE/SHE SINGULAR PRONOUNS DO NOT DESCRIBE THE SUBJECT GIVEN, THEY/THEM MAY BE USED AS A SINGULAR PRONOUN, BUT ONLY IN REFERENCE TO A PERSON.
Your friendly English major
Cleopatra’s Underwater Palace, Egypt
I still don’t get why no one is LOSING THEIR FUCKING SHIT OVER THIS FIND
iT SURVIVED THE EARTHQUAKE THAT LEVELED THE REST OF THE CITY IN 365 A.D.
CLEOPATRA’S FUCKING PALACE
WITH INTACT FUCKING STATUARY
NOT TO MENTION THE REST OF THE FUCKING ENTIRE GODDAMN ISLAND OF ANTIRRHODOS INCLUDING THE ANCIENT PORT OF ALEXANDRIA
AND THEY’RE GONNA BUILD A MOTHERFUCKING UNDERWATER MUSEUM
can I be a mermaid tour guide there or some shit, you don’t even have to pay me i will just live there forever oh my fucking god
I already lost my shit over it on Pinterest. I cannot recover shit I have already lost; it is sticky and it smells. I have only recently recovered the ability to breathe when I see pictures of this find; I cannot give more.
reblogged for the commentary.
Don’t know if we can look at Coke every the same way again. Be prepared to cringe when you watch the full video here.
sugar caramelizes when heated, more shocking news to follow
It’s like that guy setting coffee creamer on fire and being like “people drink this stuff!” and it’s like yeah, a dry powder suspended in air is flammable, shock horror.
Never show these guys how candy is made, they’ll shit themselves.
*quietly facepalms forever*
I hate when people try to prove foods are unhealthy using properties utterly unrelated to their value as foods. You can make anything sound gross if you want to.
Did you know that salt is the same chemical we use to defrost sidewalks?!?!
Did you know that water is a major component in pig urine?!?!
Did you know that bread is made of wheat that has been ground into a powder and artificially reconstituted into a loaf shape using a fungus?!?!
On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.
Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing.
Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool.
My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver.
That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.)
ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.
May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.
In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33.
Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)
As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome.
Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome.
In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street - NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners.
Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.”
Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this:
YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS!
But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story.
Edna refusing to go inside.
These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless.
For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.)
Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below.
But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry.
By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.
She’s dead, too. Surprise.
She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna.
So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs - I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”)
But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].”
He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this:
So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!
Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them.
I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.
Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed.
Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.
That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding.
I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled.
This made me cry