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Bane, Funny, and Gif: supernova2395: madmints: kasaron: edwardspoonhands: hoiplatapolloi: gifsboom: Perfect magnets Fun story: One of the first things I was taught as an astronomy student is that, if you want to be a dick to someone giving a presentation, ask them “and how do the magnetic fields play into this?” and they will invariably say “fuck you I don’t know” because no one understands magnetic fields they are black magic. Originally posted by fencehopping Magnets are pure bullshit. Pure utter bullshit. Electromagnetic forces somehow outstrip gravitic forces in strength by an obscene factor, for no reason I can comprehend and it bothers me. I love magnets One, that gif showing the Curie temperature is really cool. Two, you don’t understand, magnetic fields are the bane of my existance and I have a masters dissertation about them. I studied how magnetic fields develop in low mass stars and every single meeting with my supervisor ended in some conversation about how stupid magnetism is.“Oh yeah and this is effected by the magnetic field strength…”“But why?”“God knows, I don’t have a clue.”Was literally said to me by a professor who has spent 20 years of his life looking at magnetism in stars.ALSO:“Don’t ask why, we don’t know. Maybe magnetism? Who knows anything about magnetism.” - My Stellar Physics professor when asked about certain processes in stellar formation, something he has been studying for 10 years.Like we know so little about that it’s actually funny.
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Baby, It's Cold Outside, Christmas, and Definitely: Andrew Rannells @AndrewRannells I don't think any more people need to record Baby It's Cold Outside. I think we're good there teachingwithcoffee It's time to bring an end to the Rape Anthem Masquerading As Christmas Carol bigbutterandeggman Hi there! Former English nerd/teacher here Also a big fan of jazz of the 30s and 40s So. Here's the thing. Given a cursory glance and applying today's worldview to the song, yes, you're right, it absolutely *sounds* like a rape anthem. BUT! Let's look closer! "Hey what's in this drink" was a stock joke at the time, and the punchline was invariably that there's actually pretty much nothing in the drink, not even a significant amount of alcohol See, this woman is staying late, unchaperoned, at a dudes house. In the 1940's, that's the kind of thing Good Girls aren't supposed to do-and she wants people to think she's a good girl. The woman in the song says outright, multiple times, that what other people will think of her staying is what shes really concerned about "the neighbors might think" "my maiden aunt's mind is vicious," "there's bound to be talk tomorrow." But she's having a really good time, and she wants to stay, and so she is excusing her uncharacteristically bold behavior (either to the guy or to herself) by blaming it on the drink -unaware that the drink is actually really weak, maybe not even alcoholic at all. That's the joke That is the standard joke that's going on when a woman in media from the early-to-mid 20th century says "hey, what's in this drink?" It is not a joke about how she's drunk and about to be raped. It's a joke about how she's perfectly sober and about to have awesome consensual sex and use the drink for plausible deniability because she's living in a society where women aren't supposed to have sexual agency Basically, the song only makes sense in the context of a society in which women are expected to reject mens advances whether they actually want to or not, and therefore it's normal and expected for a lady's gentleman companion to pressure her despite her protests, because he knows she would have to say that whether or not she meant it, and if she really wants to stay she won't be able to justify doing so unless he offers her an excuse other than "I'm staying because I want to." (That's the main theme of the man's lines in the song, suggesting excuses she can use when people ask later why she spent the night at his house: it was so cold out, there were no cabs available, he simply insisted because he was concerned about my safety in such awful weather, it was perfectly innocent and definitely not about sex at all!) In this particular case, he's pretty clearly right, because the woman has a voice, and she's using it to give all the culturally-understood signals that she actually does want to stay but can't say so She states explicitly that she's resisting because shes supposed to, not because she wants to: "I ought to say no no no..." She states explicitly that she's just putting up a token resistance so she'll be able to claim later that she did whats expected of a decent woman in this situation: "at least I'm gonna say that I tried." And at the end of the song they're singing together, in harmony, because they're both on the same page and they have been all along So it's not actually a song about rape in fact it's a song about a woman finding a way to exercise sexual agency in a patriarchal society designed to stop her from doing so. But it's also, at the same time, one of the best illustrations of rape culture that pop culture has ever produced. It's a song about a society where women aren't allowed to say yes..which happens to mean it's also a society where women don't have a clear and unambiguous way to say no Source: matchingvnecks #baby it's cold outside #not about rape #so tired of having to explain this on 238,267 notes Dec 3rd, 2016 Its that time of year again
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Baby, It's Cold Outside, Christmas, and Definitely: I don't think any more people need to record Baby It's Cold Outside. I think we're good there teachingwithcoffee It's time to bring an end to the Rape Anthem Masquerading As Christmas Caral bigbutterandeggman Hi there! Former English nerd/teacher here. Also a big fan of jazz of the 30s and 40s So. Here's the thing. Given a cursory glance and applying today's worldview to the song. yes, you're right, it absolutely 'sounds' like a rape anthem. BUTI Let's look closerl "Hey what's in this drink" was a stock joke at the time, and the punchline was invariably that there's actually pretty much nothing in the drink, not even a significant amount of alcohol. See, this woman is staying late, unchaperoned at a dude's house. In the 1940's, that's the kind of thing Good Girls aren't supposed to do - and she wants people to think she's a good girl. The woman in the song says outright, multiple times, that what other people will think of her staying is what she's really concerned about: the neighbors might think," "my maiden aunt's mind is vicious," "there's bound to be talk tomorrow." But she's having a really good time and she wants to stay, and so she is excusing her uncharacteristically bold behavior (either to the guy or to herself) by blaming it on the drink - unaware that the drink is actually really weak maybe not even alcoholic at all. That's the joke. That is the standard joke that's going on when a woman in media from the early-to-mid 20th century says "hey, what's in this drink?" It is not a joke about how she's drunk and about to be raped. It's a joke about how she's perfectly sober and about to have awesome consensual sex and use the drink for plausible deniability because she's living in a society where women aren't supposed to have sexual agency Basically, the song only makes sense in the ext of a society in which women are expected to reject men's advances whether they actually want to or not, and therefore it's normal and expected for a lady's gentleman companion to pressure her despite her protests because he knows she would have to say that whether or not she meant it, and if she really wants to stay she won't be able to justify doing so unless he offers her an excuse other than "I'm staying because I want to." (That's the main theme of the man's lines in the song suggesting excuses she can use when people ask later why she spent the night at his house: it was so cold out, there were no cabs available, he simply insisted because he was concerned about my safety in such awful weather, it was perfectly innocent and definitely not about sex at all!) In this particular case, he's pretty clearly right, because the woman has a voice, and she's using it to give all the culturally- understood signals that she actually does want to stay but can't say so. She states explicitly that she's resisting because she's supposed to, not because she wants to: "l ought to say no no no..." She states explicitly that she's just putting up a token resistance so she'll be able to claim later that she did what's expected of a decent woman in this situation: "at least I'm oonna sav that I tried. And at the end of the that she's resisting because she's supposed to not because she wants to: "l ought to say no no no..." She states explicitly that she's just putting up a token resistance so she' ll be able to claim later that she did what's expected of a decent woman in this situation: "at least I'm gonna say thatI tried." And at the end of the song they're singing together, in harmony because they're both on the same page and they have been all along. So it's not actually a song about rape in fact it's a song about a woman finding a way to exercise sexual agency in a patriarchal society designed to stop her from doing so. But it's also, at the same time, one of the best llustrations of rape culture that pop culture has ever produced. It's a song about a society where women aren't allowed to say yes...which happens to mean it's also a society where women don't have a clear and unambiguous way to say no. Source:matchinovnecks #baby it's cold outside #not about rape #30 tired of having to explain this one 196,155 notes "C But Baby It’s Cold
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Being Alone, Bad, and Beautiful: daddynietzsche throwback to that time in my existentialism class where the professor asked who thinks hell is other people' and half the class slowly and meekly put their hand up then the prof was like ..i mean who originally said it annabellioncourt there are some posts that sound utterly made up for the joke or for the notes, but this one I whole heartedly believe kurloz38 Sounds right to me.. jadagul That quote is amazing to me in that it's quoted completely accurately and yet in a way that means something completely different from what it meant in context. Sartre was claiming that Hell was other people. He was not claiming that other people were hell.) sigmaleph . can't actually tell what distinction you're drawing there. Can you expand? jadagul The line comes from No Exit, which is set in Hell Spoilers for No Exit follow In particular, three people who have been condemned to hell are trapped eternally in a room together. And at first they think they got off easy without any pitch- forks or fiery lakes or anything. But over the course of the play they discover that they have been chosern very specifically to have neuroses and character flaws that interact with and torment each other Each one needs the approval of a second in an unsta ble RPS cycle so that any time one of them might be satisfied by a second, the third swoops in and ruins it And when they figure this out, one of the characters expresses his understanding, that hell isn't physical torture. "Hell is just-other people." So the point isn't that other people, generically are hellish; it's rather that you can build a hell out of other people But when I hear people quote it, it's usually sort of an introvert-pride thing. "Other people are hell; you should spend time alone." And that's not the point at all. It's a statement about how bad unhealthy relationships can be, not a statement about how all relationships are unhealthy! See also Sartre's own comment here "hell is other people" has always been misuhderstoo as been though that what I meant by that was that our relations with other people are always poisoned, that they are invariably hellish relations. But what I really mean is something totally different. I mean that if relations with someone else are twisted, vitiated, then that other person can only be hell. diapordias Reblogging for the original post which was hilarious and also for that explanation which is beautiful Source: daddynietzsche People are hell.

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Bane, Funny, and Gif: <p><a href="http://jumpingjacktrash.tumblr.com/post/169119338109/supernova2395-madmints-kasaron" class="tumblr_blog">jumpingjacktrash</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://supernova2395.tumblr.com/post/167321971017/madmints-kasaron-edwardspoonhands" class="tumblr_blog">supernova2395</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://madmints.tumblr.com/post/1">madmints</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://kasaron.tumblr.com/post/133537645660">kasaron</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://edwardspoonhands.tumblr.com/post/133085950895">edwardspoonhands</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://hoiplatapolloi.tumblr.com/post/132980660604">hoiplatapolloi</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://gifsboom.tumblr.com/post/132952861054">gifsboom</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Perfect magnets<br/></p> </blockquote> <p>Fun story: One of the first things I was taught as an astronomy student is that, if you want to be a dick to someone giving a presentation, ask them “and how do the magnetic fields play into this?” and they will invariably say “fuck you I don’t know” because no one understands magnetic fields they are black magic.<br/></p> </blockquote> <p><figure class="tmblr-full" data-tumblr-attribution="fencehopping:ibIB2bmAqPkeAcVSJQY4Xg:ZSerZy1B6uxYi" data-orig-height="320" data-orig-width="400" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/b522c72b8e9ca2f1b8a50fe79d7e6039/tumblr_n2z3jzeGvp1qzt7d8o1_400.gif"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/b522c72b8e9ca2f1b8a50fe79d7e6039/tumblr_inline_p7oghrNsZA1rw09tq_540.gif" class="" data-orig-height="320" data-orig-width="400" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/b522c72b8e9ca2f1b8a50fe79d7e6039/tumblr_n2z3jzeGvp1qzt7d8o1_400.gif"/><p class="tmblr-attribution"><a href="http://tmblr.co/ZSerZy1B6uxYi" data-peepr='{"tumblelog":"fencehopping","postId":"80646224044"}'>Originally posted by fencehopping</a></p></figure></p> </blockquote> <p>Magnets are pure bullshit.</p> <p>Pure utter bullshit. Electromagnetic forces somehow outstrip gravitic forces in strength by an obscene factor, for no reason I can comprehend and it bothers me.</p> </blockquote> <p>I love magnets</p> </blockquote> <p>One, that gif showing the Curie temperature is really cool. </p> <p>Two, you don’t understand, magnetic fields are the bane of my existance and I have a masters dissertation about them. I studied how magnetic fields develop in low mass stars and every single meeting with my supervisor ended in some conversation about how stupid magnetism is.</p> <p>“Oh yeah and this is effected by the magnetic field strength…”</p> <p>“But why?”<br/></p> <p>“God knows, I don’t have a clue.”<br/></p> <p>Was literally said to me by a professor who has spent 20 years of his life looking at magnetism in stars.</p> <p>ALSO:</p> <p>“Don’t ask why, we don’t know. Maybe magnetism? Who knows anything about magnetism.” - My Stellar Physics professor when asked about certain processes in stellar formation, something he has been studying for 10 years.<br/></p> <p>Like we know so little about that it’s actually funny.</p> </blockquote> <figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="281" data-orig-width="499" data-tumblr-attribution="biowhat:shjZREqN_OFj5DRuYG82wQ:Z61AEy6uf8Aq"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo18q42GIE1qch19lo1_500.gif" data-orig-height="281" data-orig-width="499"/></figure></blockquote>
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Bane, Funny, and Gif: supernova2395: madmints: kasaron: edwardspoonhands: hoiplatapolloi: gifsboom: Perfect magnets Fun story: One of the first things I was taught as an astronomy student is that, if you want to be a dick to someone giving a presentation, ask them “and how do the magnetic fields play into this?” and they will invariably say “fuck you I don’t know” because no one understands magnetic fields they are black magic. Originally posted by fencehopping Magnets are pure bullshit. Pure utter bullshit. Electromagnetic forces somehow outstrip gravitic forces in strength by an obscene factor, for no reason I can comprehend and it bothers me. I love magnets One, that gif showing the Curie temperature is really cool. Two, you don’t understand, magnetic fields are the bane of my existance and I have a masters dissertation about them. I studied how magnetic fields develop in low mass stars and every single meeting with my supervisor ended in some conversation about how stupid magnetism is.“Oh yeah and this is effected by the magnetic field strength…”“But why?”“God knows, I don’t have a clue.”Was literally said to me by a professor who has spent 20 years of his life looking at magnetism in stars.ALSO:“Don’t ask why, we don’t know. Maybe magnetism? Who knows anything about magnetism.” - My Stellar Physics professor when asked about certain processes in stellar formation, something he has been studying for 10 years.Like we know so little about that it’s actually funny.
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Bad, Children, and Fire: IS HE DOING IT ON PURPOSE? When a client of mine tells me that he became abusive because he lost control of himself, I ask him why he didn't do something even worse. For example, I might say, "You called her a fucking whore, you grabbed the phone out of her hand and whipped it across the room, and then you gave her a shove and she fell down. There she was at your feet, where it would have been easy to kick her in the head. Now, you have just finished telling me that you were 'totally out of control' at that time, but you didn't kick her. What stopped you?" And the client can always give me a reason. Here are some common explanations "I wouldn't want to cause her a serious njury. " "I realized one of the children was watching." "I was afraid someone would call the police." "I could kill her ifI did that." "The fight was getting loud, and I was afraid neighbors would hear." And the most frequent response of all: "Jesus, I wouldn 't do that. I would never do something like that to her." The response that I almost never heard-I remember hearing it twice in fifteen years-was: "I don't know." These ready answers strip the cover off of my clients' loss-of-control excuse. While a man is on an abusive rampage, verbally or physically, his mind maintains awareness of a number of questions: "Am I doing something that other people could find out about, so it could make me look bad? Am I doing anything that could get me in legal trouble? Could I get hurt myself? Am I doing anything that I myself consider too cruel gross, or violent?" A critical insight seeped into me from working with my first few dozen clients: An abuser almost never does anything that he himself con siders morally unacceptable. He may hide what he does because he thinks other people would disagree with it, but he feels justified inside. I can't remember a client ever having said to me: ""There's no way I can defend what I did. It was just totally wrong." He invariably has a reason that he considers good enough. In short, an abuser's core problem is that he has a distorted sense of right and wrong. sergle: i’m reading why does he do that and this last part has been ON FIRE, i am hollering in my house.
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Baby, It's Cold Outside, Christmas, and Definitely: Andrew Rannells @AndrewRannells I don't think any more people need to record Baby It's Cold Outside. I think we're good there girlwholovesturtles: bigbutterandeggman: teachingwithcoffee: It’s time to bring an end to the Rape Anthem Masquerading As Christmas Carol Hi there! Former English nerd/teacher here. Also a big fan of jazz of the 30s and 40s.  So. Here’s the thing. Given a cursory glance and applying today’s worldview to the song, yes, you’re right, it absolutely *sounds* like a rape anthem.  BUT! Let’s look closer!  “Hey what’s in this drink” was a stock joke at the time, and the punchline was invariably that there’s actually pretty much nothing in the drink, not even a significant amount of alcohol. See, this woman is staying late, unchaperoned, at a dude’s house. In the 1940’s, that’s the kind of thing Good Girls aren’t supposed to do — and she wants people to think she’s a good girl. The woman in the song says outright, multiple times, that what other people will think of her staying is what she’s really concerned about: “the neighbors might think,” “my maiden aunt’s mind is vicious,” “there’s bound to be talk tomorrow.” But she’s having a really good time, and she wants to stay, and so she is excusing her uncharacteristically bold behavior (either to the guy or to herself) by blaming it on the drink — unaware that the drink is actually really weak, maybe not even alcoholic at all. That’s the joke. That is the standard joke that’s going on when a woman in media from the early-to-mid 20th century says “hey, what’s in this drink?” It is not a joke about how she’s drunk and about to be raped. It’s a joke about how she’s perfectly sober and about to have awesome consensual sex and use the drink for plausible deniability because she’s living in a society where women aren’t supposed to have sexual agency. Basically, the song only makes sense in the context of a society in which women are expected to reject men’s advances whether they actually want to or not, and therefore it’s normal and expected for a lady’s gentleman companion to pressure her despite her protests, because he knows she would have to say that whether or not she meant it, and if she really wants to stay she won’t be able to justify doing so unless he offers her an excuse other than “I’m staying because I want to.” (That’s the main theme of the man’s lines in the song, suggesting excuses she can use when people ask later why she spent the night at his house: it was so cold out, there were no cabs available, he simply insisted because he was concerned about my safety in such awful weather, it was perfectly innocent and definitely not about sex at all!) In this particular case, he’s pretty clearly right, because the woman has a voice, and she’s using it to give all the culturally-understood signals that she actually does want to stay but can’t say so. She states explicitly that she’s resisting because she’s supposed to, not because she wants to: “I ought to say no no no…” She states explicitly that she’s just putting up a token resistance so she’ll be able to claim later that she did what’s expected of a decent woman in this situation: “at least I’m gonna say that I tried.” And at the end of the song they’re singing together, in harmony, because they’re both on the same page and they have been all along. So it’s not actually a song about rape - in fact it’s a song about a woman finding a way to exercise sexual agency in a patriarchal society designed to stop her from doing so. But it’s also, at the same time, one of the best illustrations of rape culture that pop culture has ever produced. It’s a song about a society where women aren’t allowed to say yes…which happens to mean it’s also a society where women don’t have a clear and unambiguous way to say no. I will never get tired of people actually paying attention to the actual meaning of this song.
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Baby, It's Cold Outside, Christmas, and Definitely: Andrew Rannells @AndrewRannells I don't think any more people need to record Baby It's Cold Outside. I think we're good there <p><a href="http://bigbutterandeggman.tumblr.com/post/154013148291/teachingwithcoffee-its-time-to-bring-an-end-to" class="tumblr_blog">bigbutterandeggman</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="http://teachingwithcoffee.tumblr.com/post/154010231447/its-time-to-bring-an-end-to-the-rape-anthem" class="tumblr_blog">teachingwithcoffee</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>It’s time to bring an end to the Rape Anthem Masquerading As Christmas Carol</p></blockquote> <p>Hi there! Former English nerd/teacher here. Also a big fan of jazz of the 30s and 40s. </p> <p>So. Here’s the thing. Given a cursory glance and applying today’s worldview to the song, yes, you’re right, it absolutely *<i>sounds*</i> like a rape anthem. </p> <p>BUT! Let’s look closer! <br/></p> <p>“Hey what’s in this drink” was a stock joke at the time, and the punchline was invariably that there’s actually pretty much nothing in the drink, not even a significant amount of alcohol. </p> <p>See, this woman is staying late, unchaperoned, at a dude’s house. In the 1940’s, that’s the kind of thing Good Girls aren’t supposed to do — and she wants people to think she’s a good girl. The woman in the song says outright, multiple times, that what other people will think of her staying is what she’s really concerned about: “the neighbors might think,” “my maiden aunt’s mind is vicious,” “there’s bound to be talk tomorrow.” But she’s having a really good time, and she wants to stay, and so she is excusing her uncharacteristically bold behavior (either to the guy or to herself) by blaming it on the drink — unaware that the drink is actually really weak, maybe not even alcoholic at all. That’s the joke. That is the standard joke that’s going on when a woman in media from the early-to-mid 20th century says “hey, what’s in this drink?” It is not a joke about how she’s drunk and about to be raped. It’s a joke about how she’s perfectly sober and about to have awesome consensual sex and use the drink for plausible deniability because she’s living in a society where women aren’t supposed to have sexual agency.</p> <p>Basically, the song only makes sense in the context of a society in which women are expected to reject men’s advances whether they actually want to or not, and therefore it’s normal and expected for a lady’s gentleman companion to pressure her despite her protests, because he knows she would have to say that whether or not she meant it, and if she really wants to stay she won’t be able to justify doing so unless he offers her an excuse other than “I’m staying because I want to.” (That’s the main theme of the man’s lines in the song, suggesting excuses she can use when people ask later why she spent the night at his house: it was so cold out, there were no cabs available, he simply insisted because he was concerned about my safety in such awful weather, it was perfectly innocent and definitely not about sex at all!) In this particular case, he’s pretty clearly right, because the woman has a voice, and she’s using it to give all the culturally-understood signals that she actually does want to stay but can’t say so. She states explicitly that she’s resisting because she’s supposed to, not because she wants to: “I ought to say no no no…” She states explicitly that she’s just putting up a token resistance so she’ll be able to claim later that she did what’s expected of a decent woman in this situation: “at least I’m gonna say that I tried.” And at the end of the song they’re singing together, in harmony, because they’re both on the same page and they have been all along.</p> <p>So it’s not actually a song about rape - in fact it’s a song about a woman finding a way to exercise sexual agency in a patriarchal society designed to stop her from doing so. But it’s also, at the same time, one of the best illustrations of rape culture that pop culture has ever produced. It’s a song about a society where women aren’t allowed to say yes…which happens to mean it’s also a society where women don’t have a clear and unambiguous way to say no.</p> </blockquote> <p>THANK.</p>
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Albert Einstein, Alive, and Being Alone: 31 Quotes That Will GIVE YOU CHILLS Some people die at 25 and aren't buried until 75 -Benjamin Franklin Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone elses opinions. Their lives a mimicry. Their passions a quotation. - Oscar Wilde Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying. -Arthur C. Clark Great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds -Albert Einstein Of all sad words of mouth or pen, the saddest are these: it might have been. -John Greenleaf Whittier I fear not the man who has practised 10,000 kicks, but I do fear the man who has practised one kick 10,000 times. Bruce Lee And when you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you. -Friedrich Nietzsche Don't let schooling interfere with your education -Mark Twain A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on. It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society -Jiddu Krisnamurti Every man dies, but not every man truly lives. William Wallace Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle. Some cause happiness wherever they go, others whenever they go. Oscar Wilde Have I not destroyed my enemy when I have made him into my To love is to recognize yourself in another - Eckhart Tolle Prejudices are rarely overcome by argument: not being founded in reason they cannot be destroyed by logic. - Tryon Edwards If you want to build a ship, don't drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work and give orders. Instead, teach them to yean for the vast and endless sea. They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety n Franklin Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realize we cannot eat money And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell and when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough. When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down happy'. They told meI didn't understand the assignment, and I told them they didn't understand life -John Lennon Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid. Albert Einstein As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world-that is the myth of the atomic age- as in being able to remake ourselves. Mahatma Gandhi The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed. In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. Dwight D. Eisenhower Do the difficult things while they are easy and do the great things while they are small. A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step. zu Dalai Llama, when asked what surprised him most about humanity said: "Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly leaning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off -Chuck Palahniuk The most dangerous man, to any government, is the man who is able to think things out for himself, without regard to the prevailing superstitions and taboos. Almost invariably he comes to the conclusion that the government he lives under is dishonest, insane and intolerable, and so, if he is romantic, he tries to change it. And if he is not romantic personally, he is apt to spread discontent among those who are. HL Mencken <p>Quotes That Will Probably Give You Chills</p>
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Candy, Doe, and Food: Before u discuss someone and what they're doing, stop and think "what the fuck does this have to do with me" Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round. I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world. Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment. When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M for breeding purposes." This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1-2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion. There can be only one.
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Candy, Food, and Love: File 1169870637 ipg-(3 KB, 150x150) 01/26/07(Fri)23:03:57 No.19683 185 [Reply] Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediatey. The winner gets to go another round. I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theatre of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world. Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment. When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, Ipack it neatly in an envelope and send it to: M&M MMars, A Division of Mars, Inc. Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A along with a 3u5 card reading, Please usehfor breeding purposes' This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion. There can be only one. Г 01/26/07(Fri)23:05:29 No.19683269 23 L. LOVE YOU >> Г 01/26/07(Fri)23:06:52 No. 19683341
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Anna, Apparently, and Ass: <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://www.crowvo.com/post/98497307164/havocados-apologetikerfeind">crowvo</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://havocados.tumblr.com/post/75371188358/apologetikerfeind-refusingtobeaman">havocados</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://apologetikerfeind.tumblr.com/post/73722137606/refusingtobeaman-havocados-veg-anna">apologetikerfeind</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://refusingtobeaman.tumblr.com/post/73696156412">refusingtobeaman</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://havocados.tumblr.com/post/73667998655/veg-anna-suicunecutie-josiephone">havocados</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://veg-anna.tumblr.com/post/73665636358/suicunecutie-josiephone-apparently-some">veg-anna</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://suicunecutie.tumblr.com/post/73561155019">suicunecutie</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://josiephone.tumblr.com/post/73494522785/apparently-some-vegans-are-telling-people-not-to">josiephone</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Apparently some vegans are telling people not to eat honey to support bees.<br/><br/>STOP. STOP NOW.<br/>DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW BEES WORK?<br/><br/>Buy honey (local if possible) -&gt; support beekeepers -&gt; support bees.<br/><br/>I swear people don’t even think this stuff out. <br/>Beekeepers provide bees with an environment in which they can live, and are encouraged to thrive. Bees then have a big huge giant person who can deal with any threats to the hive. <br/>Yes, honey is a winter food supply for bees, but beekeepers (unless they’re dicks, in which case they’d be shooting themselves in the foot) will NEVER take too much honey from a hive, and will always ensure that bees have enough food. Think about it, you’re not going to starve a source of income/hobby, are you?<br/><br/>So now.<br/>Support beekeepers.<br/>Support bees.<br/><br/>buzz.</p> </blockquote> <p>I think a few ppl took Bee Movie too seriously.</p> </blockquote> <p>Can a knowledgable vegan tackle this post please? I can’t imagine this is logical.</p> </blockquote> </blockquote> </blockquote> <p><strike>Yes, I can and I have several issues with that.</strike></p> <p><strike><em><strong>Wild bees exist.</strong> </em><strong>Many different races, on top of that. Bees do not fucking need human support to live.</strong></strike></p> <p><strike>The whole <em>&ldquo;without us bees will die&rdquo;</em> argument is wrong, because<strong> bees literally die because of us spraying pesticides on plants while bees are out pollinating </strong></strike></p> <p><strike><strong>and because humans feed them substitutes instead of letting them <br/>nurture their young with honey. </strong>(that’s 2 links)<strong><br/></strong></strike></p> <p><br/><strike>There is more than enough cruelty involved in honey.</strike></p> <p><strike><strong>HONEY</strong></strike></p> <p><strike><strong>IS </strong></strike></p> <p><strike><strong>NOT </strong></strike></p> <p><strike><strong>VEGAN</strong></strike></p> <p><strike>Watch the more than honey documentary and shut the goddamn hell up forever.</strike></p> </blockquote> <p><strike>this needs to be reblogged thousands of times with that takedown because I’m god damn tired of seeing thousands of notes on these misguided anti vegan posts when what matters here are the bees, not how humans are their saviors</strike></p> </blockquote> <p>I can’t let this go, because whenever a vegan pulls this shit it always baffles me. I live on an apiary, for Christ’s sakes, so it’s always fascinating to see some jackoff on the internet telling me how beekeepers operate.<br/><br/>Wild bees exist, but their population is not this massively impressive, sustained population. You can thank logging and development for that.<br/><br/>While it is true that bees die because of us, and honestly, NO ONE IS ARGUING AGAINST THAT. THE ENTIRE SAVE THE BEES DEBATE IS ABOUT THE FACT THAT BEES ARE BEING KILLED BY PESTICIDES. It blows my goddamn mind that vegans wanna hop on that bandwagon and act like people don’t get it. Everyone gets it. Even Monsanto gets it, Monsanto just doesn’t give a flying fuck.<br/><br/><br/>The ONLY time that beekeepers have to give a honey-substitute to bees is when a winter is particularly harsh and the bees deplete their resources. NO beekeeper “steals” all of the honey and leaves them with sugar water. We’re not evil villains twirling mustaches while laughing for fucks sakes.<br/><br/>Because at the end of the day, it’s a business. And vegans, apparently, believe that the world is not driven by capitalism, and that we can magically wish away capitalism with a flick of the goddamn wrist.<br/><br/>What happens if we do away with beekeepers and just ‘let nature’ decide?<br/><br/>Well, for starters, this leaves all bee populations to the whim of every other industry. No place for the bees to move in? Well, they’ll try to move onto people’s properties and build wild hives. And then get exterminated. Because people feel threatened by bee hives.<br/><br/>But the biggest, most damning thing, the thing that makes it so utterly irrational that vegans would be blogging AGAINST beekeeping, is that your entire goddamn diet REVOLVES around beekeepers.<br/><br/>Every single crop that requires insect pollination? Farms have beekeepers bring their bees to do that. Guess what happens without beekeepers? Can’t mass-pollinate as easily. Those wild bee populations don’t settle in close to humans because they’ll be taken down by exterminators, and butterflies and bumblebees don’t even come CLOSE to the pollinating power of honeybees.<br/><br/>When bees get an excess of honey? They get aggressive. It’s so they can defend their honey, of course. If you don’t harvest some, they just keep growing and getting more honey, because there aren’t days off for them. So then you get massive, unwieldy bee hives that are giant beacons for wildlife to pulverize.<br/><br/>What you SHOULD be campaigning against, vegans, is Monsanto. Because if the beekeepers vanish, do you know what remains? Monsanto. And the bees still get to enjoy breathing in all of those fantastically lethal chemicals, only now without there being a viable commercial reason to give a shit about them. On top of that, the bees lose out on protection and, indeed, on concerned businesses convincing politicians to stop Monsanto.<br/><br/>It is goddamn frustrating to me. Our bees produced 700 pounds of excess honey this year. 700 pounds. Their reserves are filled to burst because we don’t like to have to feed them a substitute. Hell, we’ve only had to give them substitute once, for two weeks.<br/><br/>I hate it when people talk clean out their ass. The person who posted all of those sources, which, FYI, the non-vegan sources? Explain what honey does. They do NOT even talk about honey substitute, they just talk about what honey does for bees. Scare tactic bullshit. The person who posted all of that deleted their blog. Jesus, they must have really believed their bullshit confidently!<br/><br/>Don’t just lap up vegan propaganda. There are PLENTY of viable reasons to be vegan, and hey, I’m not saying you -should- eat honey if you’re vegan. But don’t you DARE try to tout this bullshit as “fact”. The only things hurt by this, are the bees. Hate it all that we want, at this point, the bees DO need us, because if we didn’t need them, you know for a fact we’d wipe them out. We’re a disgusting race hellbent on slaughtering whatever doesn’t suit us. If we didn’t use bees for agriculture and honey? Holy shit, they’re annoying stinging motherfuckers, we’d probably have tons of pesticides designed specifically to kill them.<br/><br/>Sorry that I ranted about that, just, fuck man. I can’t stand vegan propaganda aimed at honeybees. It invariably signs a death sentence for honeybees every single time.</p> </blockquote>
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