1. Anonymous said: My boyfriend hates reading, doesn't "believe" in global warming(like at all), hate science because it "changes its opinion too much", and makes fun of fat people. Are these grounds for breakup or no








    Why are you even asking this? If you’re a smart person, you know the answer to this already.

    Almost anyone that tells you they don’t like reading is pretty much an idiot and are never to be taken serious. They’re increasing their chances of failure 10 times over.

    Get away from him.

    Is she dating Glenn Beck?

    How do you even get to the point of dating someone like this?

    Y’all never dated problematic people? It happens.

    It definitely happens. I dated a few sociopaths, a malignant narcissist who believed in eugenics and numerous very problematic people.

    Of course im a bit of an extreme case of has very bad taste in partners.

    Im trying to do better.

    I have issues.

    Wow could OP be a bigger piece of shit?

    I hate reading. I have reading disabilities that make it a lot harder for me to read anything in comparison to others and I have to work harder than anyone else at it. Also reading is fucking boring and there is no reason why my interests need to be similar to yours. But glad to know I am an “idiot”.

    As if the other reasons they listed weren’t enough to make that guy an ass. Funny how OP ignored those.

    Why is no one reblogging this in this chain calling this out?

    For someone who hates to read, you sure typed a lot.

    In any case I covered people with disabilities in an earlier post. Why don’t you try reading back some.

    But for people with reading disabilities there are alternatives such as audiobooks, so what kind of excuse is that really? Considering there is such an abundance of literature (fiction, nonfiction) all of which is valuable and enriching, a dislike of books is worrying although it doesn’t necessarily make you “an idiot”. 


  2. (Source: ethiopienne, via writeswrongs)


  3. African American is a specific ethnicity. Not everyone who is Black is African American.


    People need to get that.

    (via black--lamb)


  4. 9c9bs:

    with the video for two weeks” taking off, you guys should revisit my feature story on FKA twigs earlier music videos. (can also be found on pg 27 here)


  5. "The internet creates such a spotlight that it feels uncomfortable to be truly imperfect in peace."

  6. (i know a lot of people who still say coolie. my mother included. and so casually too, using it to describe anything remotely ‘indian’ - a restaurant, hair. used by people both indian and not. i am aware that it is derogatory however - according to my mother it’s equivalent to the n word - but i’m not surprised that a lot of people are ignorant to the term. sometimes people seem to be reclaiming it for themselves in the same sense. 

    (i feel exasperated with how removed i am from the heavier connotations of the term because i know the word is a slur and therefore refrain from using it, but i am thrown off by how much others do)


  7. heroineheroine:


    African vs African Americans [A Hesitant Convo w/ Evelyn From the Internets]

    Love this

    This is really interesting, and might have benefited from a third perspective from someone who was from the Caribbean. Those are the three general cultures I’ve experienced firsthand: There are Africans, West Indians and then people who are “just” black. And it’s weird, because I’ve always felt like African Americans kind of lack a culture? Unless they’re from the South or areas that have similar histories, there doesn’t seem to be a lot of depth except for grabbing trends from the media.

    But I like this, because I can relate to the discomfort of the AA label and adopting ‘black’ as a catch-all term instead (which I personally do, I hate being called African American.). And also relatable is the disconnect about learning the history of black people in school the same way white people do. It’s hard to place how slavery shaped where my family is from when I can so quickly trace my roots back to Europe just a few generations back. But I think the three identities have their overlaps, but it’s easy for other people to dismiss them and try to pretend there’s no difference.

    (via black--lamb)



  8. shannibal-cannibal:


    In 2010, there were 8 school shootings in the US.

    In 2011, there were 10.

    In 2012, there were 14.

    In 2013? 28.

    In the first half of 2014 alone, we have already suffered 38 school shootings. 

    If that doesn’t horrify you, then I don’t know what would.

    honestly, we’re heading toward the point where i favor a gun ban. we’re proving, as a country, that we can’t be trusted with firearms.

    (via face-down-asgard-up)


  9. a copy of a copy of a memory

    Sometimes I feel like there are only five types of people in the world and I’ve already met everyone I am ever going to meet. There’s no one “new”, just someone else I guess, a different body filling in the same tropes, repeating the same lines and occupying the same roles. 

    Every new face I stumble upon lately is twinged with this innate familiarity that I can’t shake. Everyone just reminds me of someone else. "Have we met before?" is a question that falls out of my mouth at the start of many introductions, one met with eyes narrowed in confusion, the other party taken aback—their “no” a firm resolve, as their minds rattle for any recall of my face, if only at a point so far back in the past that its very happening is doubtful. 

    I think a lot about the fact that the people we see in our dreams are people we’ve seen before, but only technically, because dreams can include those we’ve never caught sight of beyond photos. I have dreamt celebrities and internet personalities and somehow my mind’s algorithm has assigned voice and height to each, and transferred this data from imagination, presumption and snippets of actuality. An amalgam of what a person is even supposed to be. 

    And so that might account for the eerie feeling. Maybe my mind is able to recognize a face its already seen, and my memory renders me unable to register it fully. So I can never tell if the first time is truly “the first time”. I’m always being compared to someone, and vice versa. I look like someone’s sister, they sound just like a guy I know, they have the same name as my cousin, we have best friends of the same ethnicity. “We have so much in common!” I’ll squeal. But do we?

    I worry a lot about first impressions. I worry about what I look like and how my visage is taken in. And I worry about the sound of my voice. What’s more, I feel like as many times as I can go about “recreating” myself, I’m not changing fundamentally. I feel like the people I am meeting now are reincarnations of ghosts from my past, like my life just recycles and shuffles background characters around. I’m always comparing people, looking for scraps of the old friends in the new ones, trying to find a starting point to build my comfort around. Everyone reminds me of something, someone. And so I’m just going in circles, never a “new” me, just the same with minor updates and subtle replacements.

    People feel like places I visit and get a stir of deja vu in. And I get so nostalgic.I get stuck in the habit of missing people all the time. Aching for a kind of completion that can’t be replaced with an old soul in a new body. And it’s so sad, because I flourish in social settings. I love introductions. I love that fresh start, that chance to convince a person of who I am and have it match. But I worry that it’s always the same.


  10. I kind of want to write a research essay just for fun,

    on the construction of modern humour on the internet because tumblr and meme culture allows for a lot of weird setups, 

    a common one being, for example:

    • relatable statement
    • exemplary image (the more outrageous the picture is, the funnier)

    there’s also the humour employed with just how people type, like people don’t just type in straight caps lock, they do that gradUAL ASCENDING THING 

    we all know gifs are kind of overused, but they can be funny on their own

    vine as a concept is like really fascinating, especially the kind of things people make six second videos about, you know? they have to get straight to the point to be effective 

    there’s different kinds of comedy, and then you have platforms like twitter, where people chime in with different variations of a chosen joke (i really like reading the trending topics sometimes) 

    i think what people are laughing at has gotten dumber and more complex at the same time 

    it’s sophomoric humour, i guess 


  11. "

    A white girl wore a bindi at Coachella. And, then my social media feeds went berserk. Hashtagging the term “cultural appropriation” follows the outrage and seems to justify it at the same time. Except that it doesn’t.

    Cultural appropriation is the adoption of a specific part of one culture by another cultural group. As I (an Indian) sit here, eating my sushi dinner (Japanese) and drinking tea (Chinese), wearing denim jeans (American), and overhearing Brahm’s Lullaby (German) from the baby’s room, I can’t help but think what’s the big deal?

    The big deal with cultural appropriation is when the new adoption is void of the significance that it was supposed to have — it strips the religious, historical and cultural context of something and makes it mass-marketable. That’s pretty offensive. The truth is, I wouldn’t be on this side of the debate if we were talking about Native American headdresses, or tattoos of Polynesian tribal iconography, Chinese characters or Celtic bands.

    Why shouldn’t the bindi warrant the same kind of response as the other cultural symbols I’ve listed, you ask? Because most South Asians won’t be able to tell you the religious significance of a bindi. Of my informal survey of 50 Hindu women, not one could accurately explain it’s history, religious or spiritual significance. I had to Google it myself, and I’ve been wearing one since before I could walk.

    We can’t accuse non-Hindus of turning the bindi into a fashion accessory with little religious meaning because, well, we’ve already done that. We did it long before Vanessa Hudgens in Coachella 2014, long before Selena Gomez at the MTV Awards in 2013, and even before Gwen Stefani in the mid-90s.

    Indian statesman Rajan Zed justifies the opposing view as he explains, “[The bindi] is an auspicious religious and spiritual symbol… It is not meant to be thrown around loosely for seductive effects or as a fashion accessory…” If us Indians had preserved the sanctity and holiness of the bindi, Zed’s argument for cultural appropriation would have been airtight. But, the reality is, we haven’t.

    The 5,000 year old tradition of adorning my forehead with kumkum just doesn’t seem to align with the current bindi collection in my dresser — the 10-pack, crystal-encrusted, multi-colored stick-on bindis that have been designed to perfectly compliment my outfit. I didn’t happen to pick up these modern-day bindis at a hyper-hipster spot near my new home in California. No. This lot was brought from the motherland itself.

    And, that’s just it. Culture evolves. Indians appreciated the beauty of a bindi and brought it into the world of fashion several decades ago. The single red dot that once was, transformed into a multitude of colors and shapes embellished with all the glitz and glamor that is inherent in Bollywood. I don’t recall an uproar when Indian actress Madhuri Dixit’s bindi was no longer a traditional one. Hindus accepted the evolution of this cultural symbol then. And, as the bindi makes it’s way to the foreheads of non-South Asians, we should accept — even celebrate — the continued evolution of this cultural symbol. Not only has it managed to transcend religion and class in a sea of one-billion brown faces, it will now adorn the faces of many more races. And that’s nothing short of amazing.

    So, you won’t find this Hindu posting a flaming tweet accusing a white girl of #culturalappropriation. I will say that I’m glad you find this aspect of my culture beautiful. I do too.


    Why a Bindi Is NOT an Example of Culture Appropriation 

    by Anjali Joshi

    (via breannekiele)

    I learned something today

    This is an interesting perspective - I am sure lots of things in a culture that began with a significance then merged into an aesthetic within that culture. (Dreads are an example that come to mind, honestly.) I’m just curious to hear what other South Asian people are saying in response to this? And if people of a culture cannot explain the history of a tradition does that mean they don’t have the right to want to preserve it among themselves anyway?

    (via thefatgawd)


  12. (Source: afro-orgasm, via princepoet)


  13. xn—78h:

    wow. biphobia is really a thing.

    this is super disappointing / i enjoy arielle’s videos a lot and i’m glad she directed her questions in a way to help her interviewees realize how dumb they sounded



  14. brownglucose:



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    CWK Straight Plates-Straighten Hair Without Heat

    The CWK Straight Plates are a patent pending tool that straightens hair without the need for heat. This tool is designed for the curly, wavy and kinky haired girls around the world. Many women have experienced damage to hair by constantly applying heat and harsh chemicals. This tool is what we all have been looking for! It is very user friendly, light weight and functional. This product should be an additional tool in every CWK girl toolbox.


    LOOK AT THIS!!!!!!!!!!

    I hope she gets the funding she needs. This would not work on my 4a/b hair but more power to the women willing to try this out.


  15. moniquill:



    how people use to imagine the future:


    how people now imagine the future:


    this actually says so much about society

    holy shit

    Ok, this is a topic on which I have a lot of feels – I am deeply into old sci-fi and how the genre has shifted and changed. I LOVE shit like http://blog.modernmechanix.com/ and http://www.davidszondy.com/future/futurepast.htm This is a startlingly simplified view.

    Some of the earliest sci-fi had scary and/or dystopian elements; The Time Machine chronicles the ultimate fall of human society and the extinction of humanity and the destruction of the planet. Frankenstein is about scary scary science and the dangers of ‘playing god’ (also fundamental fears about parenting but that’s a whole other level of analysis). War of the Worlds. Brave New World. Sci-fi has always been a mixed bag of ‘shit, the future is going to be fucking terrible because human beings are terrible and Science has gone too far!’

    WWI and WWII changed the way the world worked and understood itself. Superweapons. Pandemics. Invasion. Fear of totalitarian governments and social apathy and eugenics and genocide, because these things -happened-. The world -knew about them-.

    But there was a rash of utopian pulp sci-fi in the middle of the 20th century kicked off by the 1926 publication of Amazing Stories and cresting during the 1940’s-50’s Golden Age of Science Fiction, where America was convinced that everything was going to continue being as awesome as the post WWII boom forever. This is your Isaac Azimov/Buckminster Fuller/Jacque Fresco ‘domes and flying cars and robot butlers and shiny skyscrapers and perfectly planned cities’ era. Everything would be mass produced, and made of aluminum and plastic, and nuclear powered, and insulated with asbestos. We would all live in Monsanto’s House of Tomorrow. Everything would be irradiated to sterility and covered in DDT to prevent bugs and it would be -awesome-.

    That’s what picture A is from.

    But then we had a cultural revolution and oppressed people no longer being quietly tolerant of oppression (not that they ever were, but organized mass social movements etc made possible by increased facility of communication) , and there was the looming threat of nuclear war, and the awareness of globalization, and we started being aware of the impact of the 1950’s prefab suburb culture re: ecological devastation. American ideology shifted; war was tragic, not glorious. Technology was suspect, not universally awesome. The future might be very fucking bleak, because nuclear war and biological weaponry and economic devastation and ecological devastation.

    That’s what picture B is from.

    Thing is? Either picture A or picture B could be from any era of sci-fi, really. Because it’s always been a tug-of-war between utopia and dystopia, wherein things will be frickin’ awesome in the future OR we’re all maniacs who blew it up, damn us all to hell.

    (Source: snorlaxatives)