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mylifeasastickperson: What has 2 thumbs and loves clouds?

Sat, 16 Mar 2013 20:24:31 -0400

mylifeasastickperson:

What has 2 thumbs and loves clouds?

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Thu, 07 Mar 2013 18:59:58 -0500

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Fri, 01 Mar 2013 19:36:16 -0500

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Thu, 28 Feb 2013 17:48:36 -0500

"Seth MacFarlane made a whole bunch of sexist, reductive jokes at the Oscars last night. It’s..."

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 17:30:32 -0500

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Seth MacFarlane made a whole bunch of sexist, reductive jokes at the Oscars last night. It’s frustrating enough to know that 77 percent of Academy voters are male. Or to watch 30 men and 9 women collect awards last night. But MacFarlane’s boob song, the needless sexualization of a little girl, and the relentless commentary about how women look reinforced, over and over, that women somehow don’t belong. They matter only insofar as they are beautiful or naked, or preferably both. This wasn’t an awards ceremony so much as a black-tie celebration of the straight white male gaze.

MacFarlane’s opening musical number, “We Saw Your Boobs,” might as well have been a siren blaring, “This isn’t for you.” Come on, everyone likes boobs, right? No. The answer is no. They’re not something I hate, and heck, I have a pair to call my own, and yet my takeaway from The Accused was not “Finally, I’ve seen Jodie Foster’s breasts.” My lasting memory of Boys Don’t Cry is not “Hey, free breasts!” At least there was that super timely and relevant reference to Kate Winslet’s many nude scenes.

Jeez, the song was a joke! Can’t you take a joke? Yes, I can take a joke. I can take a bunch! A thousand, 10,000, maybe even more! But after 30 or so years, this stuff doesn’t feel like joking. It’s dehumanizing and humiliating, and as if every single one of those jokes is an ostensibly gentler way of saying, “I don’t think you belong here.” All those little instances add up, grain of sand by grain of sand until I’m stranded in a desert of every “tits or GTFO” joke I’ve ever tried to ignore.

Then came the joke about actresses getting the flu to lose weight. “It paid off,” MacFarlane said. “Looking good.” Well, thank God, because what matters to all women is that we look good for Seth MacFarlane. How many women did he introduce over the course of the night by mentioning how they looked: “Please welcome the lovely ___ ,” “the beautiful ______”? How many men?

Uh, those are compliments! Now he can’t even give women compliments? Compliment away, friends. Let’s compliment the shit out of each other. But let’s be really cognizant of what we compliment each other on, and what that says about what we expect from each other, and what we consider valuable and worth mentioning. It doesn’t matter what Salma Hayek says, because she’s so pretty!

You just don’t like Seth MacFarlane’s sense of humor. What did you expect? Actually, I do like Seth MacFarlane’s sense of humor. (Sometimes. No one likes everything all the time!) I’ve been a loyal Family Guy viewer for almost fifteen years. I’ve been to — and adored — Family Guy: Live. If MacFarlane had sung “Shipoopi” all night, I’d be writing a really different story right now. Instead, there were jokes about how Rex Reed would probably call Adele fat — because that’s what’s important about her — and how someday Quvenzhané Wallis will be old enough to date George Clooney — because that’s what’s important about her — and how sometimes, gasp, a woman might have body hair — because that’s what’s important about them. Women are nags, and Jews run Hollywood! Thank you, Seth MacFarlane, for this cutting-edge humor. Like Mark Wahlberg said, the party’s at Jack Nicholson’s house. You remember, that place where Roman Polanski drugged and raped a 13-year-old girl. Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha.

I dream of someday watching women win all the non-performance categories, of women making as many films as men do, of women and men being nominated for a comparable number of awards. There are a lot of reasons why that day is far, far in the future. But I’ll tell you what’s not helping: the biggest night in film being dedicated to alienating, excluding, and debasing women. Actual gender equality is a ways away, but I’d settle for one four-hour ceremony where women aren’t being actively degraded.

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- —-Why Seth MacFarlane’s misogyny matters

http://www.vulture.com/2013/02/why-seth-macfarlanes-misogyny-matters.html

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romeo-isbleeding: “Before our white brothers arrived to...

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 17:44:35 -0500

romeo-isbleeding:

“Before our white brothers arrived to make us civilized men, we didn’t have any kind of prison.

Because of this, we had no delinquents.
Without a prison, there can be no delinquents.
We had no locks nor keys and therefore among us there were no thieves.
When someone was so poor that he couldn’t afford a horse, a tent or a blanket, he would, in that case, receive it all as a gift.
We were too uncivilized to give great importance to private property.
We didn’t know any kind of money and consequently, the value of a human being was not determined by his wealth.
We had no written laws laid down, no lawyers, no politicians, therefore we were not able to cheat and swindle one another.
We were really in bad shape before the white men arrived and I don’t know how to explain how we were able to manage without these fundamental things that (so they tell us) are so necessary for a civilized society.”

— John (Fire) Lame Deer

woopslap: darth-rosenberg: katherinebloginson: frankenzned: o...

Fri, 22 Feb 2013 23:28:37 -0500

woopslap:

darth-rosenberg:

katherinebloginson:

frankenzned:

ollielephant:

I will never get over how hard I laughed the first time I saw this

Oh man the… the thing it was from named it and just the mention of the name will set me off now

None Pizza with Left Beef

none pizza with left beef is probably the funniest possible thing i can think of right now

I can’t stop laughing and I don’t know why.

it’s back

youmademehuman: glaceon22: steveisoncrack: HEY TUMBLR, LET’S...

Fri, 22 Feb 2013 19:52:07 -0500

youmademehuman:

glaceon22:

steveisoncrack:

HEY TUMBLR, LET’S PLAY A GAME

To play this game, go to MapCrunch, select “hide location”, make sure you have all countries unselected, and click go. What this will do is drop you in a random part of the world. It’s as if you woke up on the side of a road in an unfamiliar country. The goal of the game is to find your way to an airport so you can return home.

Bonus Hard Mode: No using outside sources, and that includes using google maps to figure out your location from signs or landmarks

REMEMBER LAST YEAR WHEN I WAS MISERABLE AND I SPENT A WEEK IN KENT PLAYING THIS AND LISTENING TO KELLY CLARKSON?

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Fri, 22 Feb 2013 19:40:43 -0500

"Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness."

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 10:58:36 -0500

“Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.”

- Alejandro Jodorowsky (via theformofbeauty)

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Fri, 15 Feb 2013 11:27:18 -0500

"After a while you learn the subtle differencebetween holding a hand and chaining a soul;and you..."

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 21:09:06 -0500

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After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul;

and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t mean security;

and you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises;

and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes open,
with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child;

and you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure,
that you really are strong,
and you really do have worth,
and you learn and learn.

With every good-bye you learn.

— “You Learn ” by Jorge Luis Borges

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- (via quietfarm)

heytinafey: personallyundead: Recess Opening Scene remake //...

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 23:00:16 -0500

heytinafey:

personallyundead:

Recess Opening Scene remake // ALL THE AWARDS!

I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MY WHOLE LIFE

OMG YES

PERFECT

mackanna: “A life that is burdened with expectations is a heavy...

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 23:00:07 -0500

mackanna:

“A life that is burdened with expectations is a heavy life. Its fruit is sorrow and disappointment.”
― Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

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Sun, 03 Feb 2013 23:00:00 -0500

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Sun, 03 Feb 2013 22:59:44 -0500

ghmw: anewstartt: When an old man died in the geriatric ward...

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 22:59:08 -0500

ghmw:

anewstartt:

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? What do you see?
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice, ‘I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice the things that you do.
And forever is losing a sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse. You’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of ten, with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another
A young boy of sixteen with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at twenty my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five, now I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A man of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me to see I don’t mourn.
At fifty, once more, babies play ‘round my knee,
Again, we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me. My wife is now dead.
I look at the future. I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years, and the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles. Grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass, A young man still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living life over again.
I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people. Open and see.
Not a cranky old man.
Look closer .. See.. Me.

beautiful.

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Sun, 03 Feb 2013 22:59:02 -0500

blueboxonbakerstreet: “Julie D’Aubigny was a 17th-century...

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 22:57:53 -0500

blueboxonbakerstreet:

“Julie D’Aubigny was a 17th-century bisexual French opera singer and fencing master who killed or wounded at least ten men in life-or-death duels, performed nightly shows on the biggest and most highly-respected opera stage in the world, and once took the Holy Orders just so that she could sneak into a convent and bang a nun. If nothing in that sentence at least marginally interests you, I have no idea why you’re visiting this website.”

nevver: Buckminster Fuller

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 22:57:51 -0500

nevver:

Buckminster Fuller