Yeah. Anytime I hear or read the phrase “Grab her” i’m going to be triggered from now on. On the flip side, in like 10 or 20 years, we’ll be able to say “Remember when the Presidential candidate said ‘Grab her by the pussy’?”
Last night we were hanging out with some of Chris’s friends from high school. They were talking about all the guys who used to be players and settled down.
“I guess at some point you’ve had enough-”
“Flowers,” the other guy interjected.
They didn’t want to say pussy in front of me. So they used flowers. It’s was such a fucking precious word I couldn’t stop laughing.
You will continue to suffer if you have an emotional reaction to everything that is said to you.
True power is sitting back and observing everything with logic; true power is restraint.
If words control you that means everyone else can control you; breathe and allow things to pass.
It’s not even my country but I can’t wait for the US elections to be over I am so fatigued and inundated with news about it that I cannot take it anymore.
Man I just spent the last half an hour arguing with an Etsy vendor in China.
I paid for express shipping and when my order arrived it was incomplete. When I contacted them about it they apologized saying the pieces were out of stock and offered me a suitable replacement (but like how about you fucking communicate that to me before you ship out an incomplete order?) but refused to send it via express mail. We went back and forth, until I threatened to open a case against them and they immediately acquiesced.
They have great quality pieces and their prices are fantastic but man their service lately has been really shitty. They keep fucking up my orders these past few months. I’m tired of it. But no I won’t stop buying there. I’ll just keep yelling at them over the internet. They always make it right in the end.
September 9, 2016 was the start of the largest prison strike in U.S. history. Over 72,000 incarcerated workers in 22 states refused to provide their labor to profit the prison industrial complex.
California forces 5,588 incarcerated workers to labor in exchange for little or no compensation. Another 4,000 earn $2 a day fighting Californian wildfires with inadequate training and equipment.The prison system in California reaped $207 million in revenue and $58 million in profit from forced labor in 2014-15. Each incarcerated worker in California generates $41,549 annually in revenue for the prison system, or $10,238 in profit.
The financial losses to the California prison system were as much as $636,068 in revenue, or $156,736 in profit, for every day of the prison strike.
a heart-wrenching film about a woman enslaved through the Arab slave trade for 6 years. based on the autobiographical book entitled Slave:My True Story by Mende Nazer.
this is one of the few films i can find about the experience of Africans that have gone through the Arab slave trade. even more disturbing is the fact that Mende was captured in 1993 in her Nuba village in Sudan. the film mentions that there are an estimated 5,000 women living as slaves in Britain alone. it also theorizes that Arabs are still raiding African villages for the purpose of slavery.
*if the link doesn’t work, click on one of the links here.
its fucked up to me how, like, we as a humanity can forget how to make shit. like how the west forgot how to make glass or some shit for a while.
nobody knows the exact way of creating lots of ancient stuff; greek fire and damascus steel are really well known examples, and material scientists are still studying roman cement because it’s better than modern cement
isnt that so fucked up
all because SOME MOTHERFUCKERS always think it’s a good idea to destroy libraries.
After two weeks of having my entire apartment shut up with a cat inside I’m definitely feeling the effects. My sinuses are going crazy and I’m having asthma attacks. I don’t know how people do this indoor cat thing. I need to lock Charlie up and air out the house so I can breathe. I love having him here but I’ll be relieved when his mommies come to take him home, I’m coughing and clearing my throat constantly.
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Chris doesn’t get back home tonight until late (he has class). It’s almost 6. My pants are off, I’m under the covers and I’ve got Netflix on my laptop. Charlie’s keeping me company. This is my Friday night.
As much as I’s love to hang out with you, Chris and Bekaboo… you totally lost me at salmon ��. Add back corn on the cob and maybe i’d be down lol. Unless the corn on the cob has butter on it like Americans do – that’s just gross lol.
you… don’t like salmon? What is the MATTER with you?
yes the corn has butter on it like Americans do I’m not exactly roasting it over a coal pot here.
So y’all remember my girlfriend who hit it off with Chris’s friend and then things kind of went to shit like immediately when he dropped off the face of the earth and she suddenly was all anxiety-ridden (and annoying) about it right?
So the other day Chris and I are hanging out with one of our good friends and he basically tells me not to freak out but reveals that they hung out the night before and had a really great time and have been talking to each other for a while now. *shrug*
It’s a little weird to me. He’s my good friend. She’s my good friend. But he’s someone who will treat her right. Spoil her a bit. He’s thoughtful and generous. And I want her to experience what it feels like to be treated that way. She’s had rotten luck with men. I hung out with the two of them last night and it felt kind of strange… I think she might be a little too immature for him. But you know, if they have some fun and nobody gets hurt what do I care? I’m married all I have to worry about is what I’m cooking my husband for dinner tonight.
I don’t know why it is my hormones have to give me a different reaction every month. It’s like playing the hormone roulette. This month it’s really addling my brain. I can’t focus, I’m forgetting things, I’ve been careless about orders costing me both time and money. Oh fuck can’t you just bloat me like usual and make me crave salt? I feel like I’m suddenly living in someone else’s head. I don’t like it here.
blue agate coasters with gold edges by danibarbeshop
agate slices have long been a love of mine; when i was a little girl i had a natural-hued geode that was one of my prized possessions. as an adult, i can tap into this former love with useful and beautiful agate coasters …they’re even edged in gold. swoon.
DHL finally got around to delivering my package today but they don’t have a credit card machine so I couldn’t pay the charges on it so the guy had to leave.
I mean… an international courier company and you don’t have a credit card machine?
I have a credit card machine!
The driver told me they’ve asked management for them because the customers keep requesting it but they haven’t done anything about it.
Honestly? I just don’t even know what to say anymore.
“It’s raining purple, now and all the doves cry. There’s a beret on the ground. A red corvette goes by. And we should start a party like it’s 1999, to celebrate the Prince and the soul he leaves behind.”
Prince hand embroidered portrait! 20 shades of single ply purple thread!
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I had shit to do today but waited home all day for DHL to drop off a package and when I finally called they didn’t bother to send it out today.
Man I nearly ripped that guy on the phone a new asshole.
He suggested I come in and pick it up (since the office is close by) and I was like NO. He asked if I’d be home tomorrow. NO. I have shit to do that I was supposed to do today. Can we send it to where you’ll be? Nope, I’m moving around. Ok we’ll call you tomorrow. Yea you do that.
Whenever someone is very old or very ill (or both) and people say oh we have to pray for them I’m always like, why? Just let them go. Why do you want to prolong a person’s life when it’s time for them to go? What is it about death that people cannot gracefully accept that we have to fight it every step of the way? Death is part of life. It’s inevitable. Learn to let go.
FINE I’ll just do your homework for you. Trust me, it’s not just “what we think”, we have ample evidence and it’s pretty much unanimously agreed upon among brewers that women were traditionally the ones brewing and often drinking the beer. So long long story short: yes, brewing was very much a women’s craft in the majority of cultures worldwide pre-industrialisation. A couple of popular brewing textbooks state:
“Initially, brewing was carried out as home brewing by women for domestic use only. It was part of the daily housework next to cooking and baking bread.” (Handbook of Brewing, Priest and Stewart, 2006)
“Traditionally, [African] beers are made by women brewsters, as was the case medieval Europe, and they may be consumed with some ceremony.” (Brewing, Briggs, Brookes, and Stevens, 2003)
Honestly though, just google “women brewing history”.
lol wow thank you!!! i will spread this information in the world
also will use it to shut down Manly Beer Drinker of all sorts
THIS IS USEFUL! I SHALL BE TAKING THIS INTO MY LOCAL MICROBREWERY AND BEING OBNOXIOUSLY FEMINIST. I LOVE YOU FOR THIS SO MUCH!
Fun fact: men (specifically, monks) started adding hops to beer. Hops makes beer taste bitter – the tast men today insist is the “true” tast of beer which makes it a masculine drink. The fun part of it is that hops is a phytoestrogen which is (according to some sources – there are disproving articles so I won’t say it’s absolutely true) responsible for low sex drive, lower energy, man boobs, and abdominal fat. Actually, monks started using hops in beer in order to lower libido of men in the monastery.
yeah, at least it’s what we think, since women were the ones who started brewing shit. the goddess of brewery and beer is, well, a goddess and not a god, which is probably because women were the ones starting it historically.
“Women’s role in the history of beer is often forgotten,” says Sofie Vanrafelghem,
author and master beer sommelier. “One of the very first written
documents to refer to beer,” she says, “was an ode written 3,800 years
ago to the Sumerian goddess Ninkasi, whose priestesses brewed beer in
her honour.”
This data’s been on my radar for a while now. I remember being in one of our favorite places in Dublin, Porterhouse Central, and spotting a sign hanging up above one of the aisles that said BEERS BREWED BY MEN, NOT MACHINES. A nice enough sentiment, but unfortunately / unnecessarily gendered.
I was in a bit of a mischievous mood and said to the barman, “No women?” “Nope,” he said.
I said, “You should really get at least one woman brewer in here. For historical reasons if nothing else. Didn’t you know that until a couple of centuries ago it was illegal for men to brew in Dublin?”
He was kind of stunned. True, though. It was traditional in the city from Viking times that only women should brew. In fact there was a sense that it was unlucky for men to brew, that the beer would fail, that it didn’t like them.
My bartender was a little bemused by this. “But why would that be?”
I just kind of laughed. “Women,” I said. “Yeast. We have a relationship.”
I wish I could describe the series of expressions that went across his face. 🙂
Also really cool info: In medieval Europe, women would sell their excess home-brewed beer. They would identify themselves by wearing pointed hats at market and by placing broomsticks outside of their doors. Surprising absolutely no one, the Church was not really into female entrepreneurs and/or women having power and respect in the community. Church officials spread word that these women were evil servants of the devil and should be avoided because they would bewitch you with their potions. This is where we get much of the iconic Western European witch imagery ie. broomsticks, pointed hats, cauldrons. Basically the Church got pissy because women had power in their communities and basically started the a ridiculously long-lasting smear campaign against female beer-brewers. link to a full article: http://www.stylist.co.uk/life/recipes/women-and-beer-a-snap-shot-history
UNIVERSITY OF COLORADO ANSCHUTZ MEDICAL CAMPUS—AURORA, Colo. – Researchers at the University of Colorado Anschutz Medical Campus along with colleagues at Johns Hopkins University and other institutions have conducted the largest ever genome sequencing of populations with African ancestry in the Americas.
The scientists, for the first time, have created a massive genetic catalog of the African diaspora in this hemisphere. It offers a unique window into the striking genetic variety of the population while opening the door to new ways of understanding and treating diseases specific to this group.
The study was published today in the journal Nature Communications.
“The African Diaspora in the Western Hemisphere represents one of the largest forced migrations in history and had a profound impact on genetic diversity in modern populations,” Read more.
Finally movies that we can watch and not have to find a way to relate to white people.
When a thing has served its purpose, it will go away. If you try to hold on to something that has already fulfilled its purpose in your life, you are going to hurt yourself. If holding on is disturbing your peace of mind, it makes sense to let go. Surrender all attachments to people and things that you have been struggling to hold on to.
“The Orange Is the New Black star is engaged to Lauren Morelli, a writer and producer on the Netflix series. Wiley, whose OITNBcharacter Poussey Washington had a major story arc this past season, shared the happy news Tuesday when she Instagrammed a sweet selfie with her fiancée and a stunning diamond ring. She captioned the joyful shot, simply, “Yes.”
The couple began dating in 2014 following Lauren’s amicable split and divorce from Steve Basilone, her husband of two years. The OITNB writer-producer came out as gay in a touching Identities.Mic essay published in May 2014. “I realized I was gay in fall 2012,” she wrote, “one of my first days on the [OITNB] set.”
Once Lauren realized her truth, she came out to her family, friends and co-workers. As she wrote in her 2014 Identities.Mic essay, “I went through it all on set: I fell in love with a woman, and I watched my life play out on screen…It feels liberating and appropriate to live my life in front of you.”
I haven’t had a lot of time to be on here lately. I’ve been really busy with work, stressed out and tired. Yesterday I reblogged a list of questions and then immediately fell asleep like an asshole. Nighttime is my Tumblr time but I’ve been passing out instead of catching up. I want a day to wake up late and paint. Can’t see when that will happen but it’s the goal.
Today at therapy was really hard. I was sitting here crying, and generally being miserable, when I felt a nudge at my knee. I looked down to see that Zeus, my service dog, was doing his job… and brought me a potato.
it is very hard to cry with a gift of potato.
Remember this? I’m having a rough time right now. Zeus has a solution.
That would be an empty pill bottle, the *correct* pill bottle, a bottle of embossing powder, and two, TWO potatoes.
You’re worth at least 2 potato to him and that’s pretty special imo.
I would just like to remind you all that *I don’t own any potatoes* and I have no clue where he’s getting them from.
Our third wedding anniversary is coming up in a few weeks. So this morning Chris told me that he’d been planning to surprise me by buying a replacement for leather biker jacket that was stolen from me a few years ago. Which sounded like a really lovely present. Except for one thing.
I never had a leather biker jacket.
I had a navy blue anorak from H&M that got stolen from my apartment four years ago. I’ve always been really bitter about it because I really loved it. Plus it looked great on me. And it was CHEAP! And you can’t shop at H&M online from here.
So I think because the 3 year anniversary is leather, Chris got really stuck on the idea of a leather jacket. And honestly I always wanted a biker jacket, but it’s impractical. I mean it’s the Caribbean, where would I wear a leather jacket?
Anyway I picked out a cotton Levi’s military-inspired jacket that’s close enough to the original. No leather. He can get me a keychain if he wants to give me that.
I keep accidentally mentally referring to Charlie as Tenzing. I know it’s not Tenzing of course but my head is associating: cat companion = Tenzing.
Honestly Tenzing was a lot less affectionate than Charlie. He tolerated petting maybe for a minute or two before he’d walk off. He didn’t seem to need a lot of companionship either. Charlie loves being pet and if I let him he’ll be at my side all day.
7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees? Hm. Well I’m not allergic to bee stings so I most likely wouldn’t die from being attacked by a swarm of bees. I think I stand a better chance at surviving that than a bear attack. I mean what do you do? Play dead? Yell and make noise? Run? Climb a tree? I’ve had no training in bear attacks. I’ll take my chances with the bees.
29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? Well I’ve posed nude for Gary (@trinilikesalt) and it appeared on the internet… does that count? I mean who reads magazines anymore anyway? Ok seriously… yeah I think if it were the right kind of project I might consider it.
56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Man, when I was a kid I just wanted to grow up to be happy. Seriously. I was a bit of a deep thinker and I remember coming to the conclusion that all I really wanted out of life was to be happy (I was about 7 when I had that deep thinking session with myself). I never could conceive of myself as an adult, doing job things and so on, so I never thought about that stuff. In my teens I wanted to be a commercial artist (I guess what would be a graphic designer now) or a lawyer. I did become a graphic designer and I still enjoy a good argument so I guess I did ok.
1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? HAH. I have a thing with open closet doors. I basically can’t feel relaxed unless they’re closed. Same with drawers.
5: Do you like to use post-it notes? Yep. My biggest problem is finding them when I need them but I think they’re very useful.
10: What is your biggest pet peeve? Like, of all the pet peeves that I have? Sheeeiiiiit that’s a tough one. I guess it would have to be drivers who don’t consider how their actions (or lack of) affect other people… just plain inconsiderate, thoughtless drivers.
Hey look, actual “unique” questions
1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?
2: Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?
3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?
4: Have you ever stolen a street sign before?
5: Do you like to use post-it notes?
6: Do you cut out coupons but then never use them?
7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?
8: Do you have freckles?
9: Do you always smile for pictures?
10: What is your biggest pet peeve?
11: Do you ever count your steps when you walk?
12: Have you ever peed in the woods?
13: What about pooped in the woods?
14: Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing?
15: Do you chew your pens and pencils?
16: How many people have you slept with this week?
17: What size is your bed?
18: What is your Song of the week?
19: Is it okay for guys to wear pink?
20: Do you still watch cartoons?
21: Whats your least favorite movie?
22: Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some?
23: If you’re a girl, bra size? If you’re a guy, pants size?
24: What do you dip a chicken nugget in?
25: What is your favorite food?
26: What movies could you watch over and over and still love?
27: Last person you kissed/kissed you?
28: Were you ever a boy/girl scout?
29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?
30: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?
31: Can you change the oil on a car?
32: Ever gotten a speeding ticket?
33: Ever ran out of gas?
34: Favorite kind of sandwich?
35: Best thing to eat for breakfast?
36: What is your usual bedtime?
37: Are you lazy?
38: When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween?
39: What is your Chinese astrological sign?
40: Are you horny?
41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions?
42: Which are better legos or lincoln logs?
43: Are you stubborn?
44: Who is better…Leno or Letterman?
45: Ever watch soap operas?
46: Are you afraid of heights?
47: Do you sing in the car?
48: Do you sing in the shower?
49: Do you dance in the car?
50: Ever used a gun?
51: Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?
52: Do you think musicals are cheesy?
53: Is Christmas stressful?
54: Ever eat a pierogi?
55: Favorite type of fruit pie?
56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?
57: Do you believe in ghosts?
58: Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?
59: Take a vitamin daily?
60: Wear slippers?
61: Wear a bath robe?
62: What do you wear to bed?
63: First concert?
64: Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?
65: Nike or Adidas?
66: Cheetos Or Fritos?
67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?
68: Ever hear of the group Tres Bien?
69: Ever take dance lessons?
70: Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?
71: Can you curl your tongue?
72: Ever won a spelling bee?
73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy?
74: Own any record albums?
75: Own a record player?
76: Regularly burn incense?
77: Ever been in love?
78: Who would you like to see in concert?
79: What was the last concert you saw?
80: Hot tea or cold tea?
81: Tea or coffee?
82: Sugar or snickerdoodles?
83: Can you swim well?
84: Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?
85: Are you patient?
86: DJ or band, at a wedding?
87: Ever won a contest?
88: Ever have plastic surgery?
89: Which are better black or green olives?
90: Can you knit or crochet?
91: Best room for a fireplace?
92: Do you want to get married?
93: If married, how long have you been married?
94: Who was your HS crush?
95: Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way?
96: Do you have kids?
97: Do you want kids?
98: Whats your favorite color?
99: Do you miss anyone right now?
We have Charlie until the end of the week until his mummys come back. He’s gotten a lot easier to deal with and seems a lot calmer now. He loves to cuddle and seems to have a slight preference for Chris, naturally, as I’m the disciplinarian who stops him from jumping on the counters and chewing on our electrical wires.
I think I’m really exhausted with the US elections at this point. I realise that people who support Trump do not have an issue with his behaviour so their support will not waver no matter what he does. And that pretty much tells me everything I need to know about them. Also, how can you be Muslim and undecided? How??
I put on some really minimal makeup this weekend and I thought I looked really beautiful. I haven’t felt that way in a long time so that felt wonderful. Also it just confirms to me that with my face less is more.
I started watching Queen Sugar and the part where they were dealing with the death of their father was very hard to watch because it really resonated with my own experience. I cried. And I watched Deepwater Horizon this weekend and cried at the end of that too. *sigh*
I worked in the studio yesterday so I’m going to mail out some orders today and relax and watch some watercolour tutorials today. I think I’ve earned a day off after that spectacularly bad market on Saturday.
Shit I just remembered I have an order to prepare for tomorrow. Ok well after that then.
nah UpMarket has always been really great for me. it was things tt. I’d advise them to move quickly if they want to get a table, Nov 27 and Dec 18 are already filled.
It’s because it was about white women. Mexicans, Black folks, Muslims – all good. As soon as you insult them whites girls, though? THAT’S BEYOND THE PALE!
I guess it’s assumed that he was talking about white women… I mean I did too. I guess the rest of us just don’t fucking matter. I mean, that’s the message isn’t it?
I’m so fucking pissed I did that stupid market today. When I calculated how much I made after I made back the cost of my table, I essentially walked away with $30 (US). I am so fucking mad. I wasted a whole fucking day for that? Fuck it’s laughable it’s so ridiculous.
I honestly don’t understand why the Republican party has treated these comments as the breaking point. What’s so much more offensive about what he said than anything else he’s said? And why is anyone surprised? It was just another day in Trump-land as far as I was concerned. I’m honestly baffled by the response.
The ARC wasted 500 million dollars in donations after the 2010 quake. Haitians have requested specifically that NO donations be made to the ARC for Hurricane Matthew relief.
Here are alternatives:
Haitian-led orgs you can contribute to directly for relief efforts:
I just bought chocolate and orange scented soap. I’m so bored I’m buying stuff. Well at least I’ll smell yummy and this shitty market will be over in an hour.
There’s a vendor selling little kid dashikis and I desperately want to get one for my nephew. But he wouldn’t be able to fit into it for like a year, he’s just way too small. I can’t make up my mind what to do. Help!
I’m not supporting Nate Parker for obvious reasons, but I for one am so tired of slave narratives. If I never have to see another enslaved, brutalized, r*ped and tortured black person in film again I can live with that.
The sickest thing about this entire project is that a convicted rapist wrote fictional rape scenes for an actress who is a rape victim and had another rapist direct her
I decided to try a new market this month because my regular market doesn’t happen until the end of this month.
So pretty much it’s going horribly. It’s on the UWI campus so a lot of the people coming through are students who simply cannot afford my jewelry. The rest of the people don’t seem inclined either. The two sales I’ve made were from people who came specifically to seek me out.
Well I’ve covered the cost of my table so it’s not been a loss but what it has been (so far) is a colossal waste of time. I have orders to fill. I could have been at home working. I’m never doing this stupid market ever again.
I really love it when clients come to me with custom orders. They get me out of my box and usually challenge me to find new and innovative ways of doing things.
A client recently contacted me via social media and asked me if I could make a replica or something close to this:
What? As you can see the picture is very grainy and I really had no idea what I was dealing with. He went on to explain that this is a ring that Princess Leia is seen wearing in The Force Awakens.
Really? I know I sure didn’t notice it. But some quick googling yielded this:
So I sat down to figure out the structure of the ring. I seemed like it was made with one piece of metal that was twisted around itself with two bezels soldered on to set the stones.
However my client requested an open ring band which would make this continuous design impossible. So I sat down at my desk and drew out a design in three pieces, the ring, and the two interlocking parts at the top.
I chose blue sandstone instead of lapis for the stones because just look:
They look like outer space! Blue sandstone is a wonderful, sparkly stone with so much dimension that I thought it would be perfect for a ring like this.
Finally I set out to shape, hammer and solder some 14 gauge jeweler’s brass. I have to say it took me longer than I expected, mostly because I had to make the pieces fit together and be symmetrical.
But once it was finished and polished up, I delivered this to the happy client!
I’m pretty happy with how it came out. Of course the picture doesn’t do it justice, you can’t see the beauty of the stones for one. But my client was super happy and he’ll be delivering it to its intended recipient shortly. I hope she likes it!
After going to the gym yesterday I was hungry but too tired (or lazy) to make anything to eat so I just settled on two bananas. I know they make you sleepy because of the magnesium content but apparently they’re also a muscle relaxer. Basically, it knocked me the fuck out like, immediately. Man I slept well last night. The more you know.
2015: Man-on-man marriage
2017: Man-on-child marriage
2019: Man-on-dog marriage
2021: Man-on-car marriage
2023: Hopefully the world ends by then tbh
Two consenting adults, be they man and woman, man and man, woman and woman, or any other combination not specified by the above, are now granted the right (as they always should have had) to enter a legally binding contract and obtain all its attached benefits.
Children cannot give consent. Children cannot legally sign contracts. Children cannot get married.
Animals cannot give consent. Animals cannot legally sign contracts. Animals cannot get married.
Optimus Prime is a sentient being and leader of the entire Autobot race and I don’t think you have any place telling him who his people can and cannot marry. If he is okay with Rewind and Chromedome or Astoria and Powerglide then you need to step off.
WELL SAID
It’s very easy to make Gracie’s mistake here if you persist in thinking of marriage as “a man and his chosen marriage object” rather than, you know, “two people choosing to marry each other.”
Says something about how some people view heterosexual marriage.
DING DING DING DING DING we have a winner.
None of these people have ever expressed a worry that dogs will start wanting to marry men, or that houseplants will start wanting to marry cars.
This way of thinking only makes sense if your view of straight marriage depends on “man actively choosing, woman passively chosen” and gay marriage only fits into your worldview as the distortion “man actively choosing wrong thing,” as though it’s a Sesame Street comedy sketch with Mr. Noodle trying to marry a pocket watch by mistake, presumably with his pants on his head.
Interestingly enough, I’ve never heard someone warn us about women wanting to marry anything, either.
thank you for that mental image. and yes, this is exactly right. i’ve never seen any anti-marriage assholes talk about what they’re afraid WOMEN will do.
It’s very easy to make Gracie’s mistake here if you persist in thinking of marriage as “a man and his chosen marriage object” rather than, you know, “two people choosing to marry each other.”
This, holy shit, yes. Literally until now I never understood how people couldn’t understand “can’t enter into a legally binding contract” when it came to children, animals, whatever. And now it’s clear as fucking day. And even grosser than I realized.
My neighbour is playing a very old country version of One Day At A Time and it is sounding really loud in my bedroom.
I realised the other day that they don’t actually have the tv and the radio on loudly at all when I went downstairs to talk to one of them and the volume sounded exactly the same as it did in our bedroom. The acoustics here are really strange and apparently every noise in a certain area of the house gets magnified in our bedroom. I’m really relieved I never got on with them about it.
Also I really hope it doesn’t go the other way. *ahem*
Making the bed with a cat is so much fun. I miss my Tenzing. I used to make the whole bed with him in it because he would never move. Sometimes five minutes later he’d still be under there immobile. Charlie pawed at the sheets and went nuts darting all over the room. *sigh*
As soon as I start to fall asleep my brain reminds me that I took out some pork shoulder to defrost and asks me if I left it in the sink to spoil and did the cat find it and eat it. So then I haul my ass out of bed to check and find that I left it in the fridge like a sensible person and that it is still half frozen. And that is the story of why I am still awake at 1am when my ass is dead tired.
I’d forgotten how active younger cats are. My cats had been adults for a long time and even when Tenzing was a kitten he was mostly relegated to a large room downstairs (with Taku his brother) so he wasn’t underfoot. By the time he was old enough to roam freely he spent most of his days outside.
Charlie is an inside cat so we’ve had to keep him locked up. He gets literally everywhere (I found paw prints IN the toilet today) and even when we have him in the bedroom he stays still for all of five minutes and then he’s off again roaming, exploring, and knocking down everything. It’s a little exhausting. He’s also used to a lot of affection whereas my cats have always been extremely independent. I can definitely say that at this point I don’t want another cat. In a small apartment it’s a lot to handle. I don’t have the stamina for it or the attention to give.
I’ve spent the last few hours polishing and pricing rings. I can’t believe how many I had. Most of them were pieces made to photograph for my website but I have no idea why I made a gazillion stacking rings of all different sizes. I have to sort them out tomorrow. I’m spent. It’s 8 and I’ve been in there since 10:30. My fingers are black and smell like metal and I need a shower.
The other day I went through my studio gathering all the little ziplock bags (so they won’t tarnish) with all the jewelry that was either an experiment, half finished, or finished but somehow I never listed it or put it on sale.
I decided I needed to either polish them, finish them or discard them. I have a market coming up on Saturday and I’ve been preparing new stock so I might as well add them in with the bunch. It’s been a lot of work but very satisfying to see these piles of rings, necklaces and earrings get cleaned, assembled and priced.
I may have to stop for the evening because I’m insanely hungry right now. But I’d rather keep at this. Only two more days and then it’s Saturday. Gonna see if I can get them all done.
soulsistrin 