You… brought her home, right? Called her owners? Did something to get her generally in the direction of the people who certainly must miss their daughter dearly?
no they just took a picture for tumblr and then threw the cat down a sewer drain
“no matter how badly you think you’re doing it, someone else has done it a lot worse and been fine” is applicable to a wide, wide range of things and i say it to myself all the time
“bigger idiots than me have done it” is a phrase I live by
Sandman was my first exposure to trans people, the way you wrote Wanda……I felt horrible for her when her nightmares were of having to undergo surgery to be a woman and I wanted to scream at her parents when they dressed her in a suit and put her deadname on her gravestone. I was 14 and reading it in the library in a very conservative area, and I never knew being trans was possible before that.
I consider it to be, if not *the* reason, one of the reasons I’m such a staunch supporter of the trans community. I was 14 years old and it opened my eyes to a whole community I knew nothing about. Thank you for your writing, it changed my life. I don’t care if you respond to this but I wanted you to know how big of a difference writing one person in a comic made to me.
I was 15 or so when I found the Tales of the City series by Armistead Maupin in the library. I’d seen a few chapters when they were originally serialized in the San Francisco Chronicle and was curious to read the whole thing.
Maupin cleverly had the main character be a young straight woman newly arrived in SF from the Midwest, but there were several prominent gay characters, especially Michael “Mouse” Tolliver who gradually becomes her best friend. (And no spoilers, but one of the main characters is revealed as trans.)
This really shaped my attitude toward queer people — it was fuckin’ 1980, no one I knew was out, there was almost no gay representation in media aside from the Village People, and homophobia and slurs were mainstream. I wasn’t actively homophobic, but if I thought of gay people it was stereotypes and probably a bit of revulsion. Tales of the City really opened my eyes.
PS: Those books are still a great read. And nowadays, a time capsule into swinging 1970s San Francisco.
That was me too, although I was 22 or 23. The Tales of the City books rewired my head. These days Armistead Maupin and his husband Chris are beloved friends, and I know I wouldn’t have written Sandman, or related to my gay friends, in the same way (or even, perhaps, have had gay friends back then) without Armistead’s stories telling me that everything I’d been told up until then was wrong.
we are on like covid variant #100037 and rsv/flu/pneumonia cases are rising and people will show up unmasked and be like “yeah i’ve been sick for days :/” like. ok. Get the fuck away from me then? why are you out here breathing on everything. the very least you could be doing is masking. NOT hacking into open air every two seconds.
i feel genuinely insane for getting annoyed whenever people just cough into their hands and touch shit or directly cough into the air but it’s like. that’s bad. right. that is rude. that is not something you should be doing. above the age of three. can we acknowledge this. Hello
On a scale of this to Barnyard Dick Tits Song how are you handling your cartoon being canceled?
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I was originally just gonna reblog because of the top tart of the post, but the clip is legitimately funnier than any stand up I’ve even heard, i actively cannot breathe i can’t let anybody notice me laughing, lest they ask what I’m laughing about
now that my jury duty is over and i can legally talk about my jury duty, a short list of things that i have learned about jury duty:
when the judge wants to sidebar with the lawyers they turn on a static noise machine for the jury. this is very like the experience of being trapped inside a television
sometimes they load the entire court – judge, lawyers, court reporters, jury, etc. – onto a bus and take you all on a little field trip to see a crime scene. this is very like the experience of being in elementary school
when you are on a jury field trip you May Not share a seat, you May Not speak, and you May Not look at anything you have not been officially told you can look at. this is very like the experience of being trapped inside a point-and-click adventure except that instead of being limited in your investigation by the constraints of the game mechanics, you are instead limited in your investigation by the court officers herding you around like ducks with their long wooden Official Court Staffs
no matter how much an FBI agent may encourage the court to call him kevin, the court will not call him kevin
the fact that house and wilson rode off into the sunset together is one of my greatest sources of happiness
the fact that house and wilson rode off into the sunset together to face a future of cancer-ridden pain is one of my greatest sources of sadness
Wilson recovers, though.
His cancer is part of a pattern that happened throughout the show: House, the diagnostics guy, got misdiagnosed pre-series, but figured it out himself and did not die, though he easily could have. Cuddy, the endocrinologist, suffered endocrine system problems and couldn’t conceive a child. She still got one. Foreman, neurologist: Brain disease! He recovered fully. Cameron, immunologist: Exposed to HIV. Did not contract it. Chase, intensive care specialist: Stabbed! Wound up in intensive care. Recovered.
The pattern is that they all are affected by whatever they specialize in, and they all, in one way or another, overcome it. So of course the oncologist gets cancer; that’s how the show works. It also means he goes into remission, because that is also how the show works.
Dude… DUDE this is the only time I have EVER actually believed that maybe Wilson didn’t die… I can’t believe I never realized any of this before. Wow wow wow wow
stuck in the time loop but i just use it as a free day off. im not even trying to get out. i am teaching myself to knit. i am crocheting. i am cooking. not even doing anything crazy. just escaping capitalism for a week. day 375 and im not sure what lesson it’s trying to teach but i’ve taught myself to hand make lace so all is well
Cannot overstate how much that spongebob scene that went
Somsone: “spongebob you look like a girl”
Spongebob: “am I a pretty girl?”
Like was such a legit game changer for me as a kid
I remember that family and grownups and other kids at school would tell me in a sort of mean-spirited way “you look/sound/act/dress/talk like a boy” and I’d just be like
“Am I a pretty boy?”
There were other unexpected things that came from that long-term I think but that'sprobably where it started being fun
i love how theres no rules for pronouncing words in English, you literally just have to learn and hear someone say every single word
if anyone is wondering why this is, it’s because they stopped teaching American children (and many British) the rules (which exist, and have been standardized and written down for centuries) sometime at the turn of the 21st century. if you are gen x or older, have English degree-holding parents, and/or had any really old teachers who were still teaching into the “fuck grammar” era of public schooling, you unlock a special level of English comprehension where you can pronounce 99% of words perfectly without ever hearing them at all, as well as the ability to code switch to a higher-“class” dialect of English at will, which is extremely important for any social interaction where you have to deal with people who are judging you for such a thing, which happens a lot more often than you’re aware of unless someone has already told you about it. usually no one tells you about it unless they’re teaching it.
there were a lot of reasons for the shift, most of them can be blamed on Reagan and Thatcher (like everything else). it was pushed through to school curriculums and popular culture as a “de-snobbification” of english education where everyone’s regional and ethnic accents would be normalized and accepted, what actually happened is that language gaps between rich and poor kids was crowbarred farther apart as you could no longer learn to talk, write, or read fancy in a free public school, leaving only the wealthy kids who got tutors and private schools and educated parents with a formal English education able to choose to code switch or to struggle considerably less in college when professors usually start expecting you to know grammar and etymology already and don’t think it’s their job to fix your high school teacher’s fuckups. (it is, but that’s a different post)
this is why almost everyone on YouTube is speaking only approximate English (see the #youtube grammar tag) a lot of the time and one of the big reasons people with average hearing and reading and processing function have started needing subtitles a lot more in the past ten years, when they didn’t before
this gets brought up on Tumblr a lot, see prior discourse about cursive not being taught anymore (not actually a good thing, prevents you from reading anything handwritten before 1990, bad for handwriting ergonomics especially for hypermobile people [see: why do so many hypermobile and autistic people get into fountain pens]) and the new yorker article about “vibes based literacy”.
anyway the lesson here is every time the education establishment announces they are about to make education “less formal” and that this will benefit “everyone”, because hooray we all thought learning cursive and sentence diagramming and Greek word roots was boring, right? what they are actually announcing is that you will still be judged for not being able to use those formal skills, but now only rich people will be able to learn them from tutors as basic education becomes increasingly privatized.
So, I’m playing the new map on Medieval Dynasty as a woman (because they finally decided to let you play as a woman), and I was curious how the pregnancy dynamic was going to work because historically, in the game, when your wife gets pregnant, she goes on an 18-year maternity leave until your kid is grown, and I was like, well I’m the main character, so what’s going to happen?
Am I just not going to be able to work or complete quests while I run around after my kiddo? Surely not. That’d be ludicrous. I wonder how they’ll handle this…
Well, they handled it. They handled it by making my husband pregnant.
My beloved lumberjack husband, Teodoryk, is with child and very happy about it.
This game went from “you can’t play as a woman because it’s historically inaccurate” to “we’re not going to fix the ridiculous game dynamic of an 18-year maternity leave, but we will make it so you can get your husband pregnant instead.”
Incredible. Fully headcanoning this as a t4t marriage in 11th century Poland. I can’t wait to meet our beautiful child. I will, however, be hiring a new lumberjack because I am not cutting down trees for the next 18 years. Fuck that. I’ve got wolves to fist-fight in the woods.
Studio Ghibli will be like. what if you had no control in the adventure you were forced on. what if it was up to you to stumble blindly through the world your ancestor failed to balance. what if he tried to force the responsibility of balancing it onto you. what if you were made to let go of you mother (again. you didn’t get to say goodbye this time either). what if you remembered everything you were meant to forget.
and what if joe hisaishi went all out on the soundtrack
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