And people still think they shouldn’t question their content creators or the media they consume.
yes i will unfollow you for talking shit about jlaw i’m not here for you to bully a 23 year old woman for tripping in high heels at a high stress nationally broadcast award show while you whine about hating making phone calls that’s bullshit
I had my clip in pedals installed on my bike today. While practicing clipping in & out in the house against a wall, a safe way to practice I thought, I lost my balance, crashed into the dining room table, scratched up my dining room floor, hurted my wrist, and dropped my chain (meaning my chain came off the bike).
JLaw, you better work because your falls are so graceful and mine only end up with me braking shit.
I just wanted to go on a date
But I’ve managed to screw that up too. I think this is a sign internet dating isn’t for me. I’m getting really tired of feeling I’m somehow broken because I’m still single. 87% of the time I’m happy I’m not attached to anything, it’s that 13% I am having a hellva time coping with.
How do I get over feeling undesirable? Invisible? Insignificant? I’m fairly certain going on a date or having a boyfriend wouldn’t help these go away. But praying doesn’t really seem to be helping either.
Don’t worry, I’m sure these will disappear with the sunrise.
Technology at it’s cutest — The Bipedal Cycling Robot
In 2011, robot creator Masahiko Yamaguchi demonstrated a robot which can balance, steer and correct itself while riding a fixed-gear bike.
Full video with more information here.
oh, my, god.
I Am Just… Giving you more proof they will soon over throw us and become our ruling upper class. Get ready losers, we’re all going to have to learn to code to beat them.
1. It is okay to leave anyone and anything and anyplace that makes you feel like shit. It’s hard, but it’s okay. And fuck explaining anything to anyone, unless you want to. Let them fucking wonder.
2. Know who the fuck you are. Not just on some touchy-feely fuzzy pretty-on-the-inside tip, but knowing who you are racially, culturally, in relationship to your sexuality, gender and your class- is a source of your power. You define that for you. Don’t ever let anyone else tell you who you are. This may change in time, as you grow and learn more. That’s okay. Manage any shame or guilt you may feel through acts of accountability.
3. Be accountable for what you do. This means owning up to how you fuck up, just as much as it means owning and defending the contested space you fill. You will fuck up, and only you can seek atonement for this. You will need to defend yourself, and rarely will anyone do that work for you. Acknowledging both your mistakes and your rights is equally important.
4. They will call you crazy. You are a woman. There is no way of going through the world in the moment we live in and not get called crazy by someone, often someone you wish would see you as deeply sane. You are not crazy. The world is fucking crazy. If you are affected by this imbalanced, unjust world, it only proves that you are a sentient being with some sense of empathy.
5. Empathy is built. You need to learn to really listen. This means listening without thinking about how it relates to you, or planning the next thing you are going to say. This means seeing everyone, regardless of who they are, as a human being. You cannot really be a human being unless you regard everyone as such, even your greatest nemeses and the gravest perpetrators. All of our damage comes from somewhere. Yours and everyone else’s. Learn to listen to others. Learn to listen to yourself. Empathy cannot exist without really, deeply listening first.
6. You are going to have moments of unbearable pain. It takes time to learn how to heal yourself. And healing sometimes still leaves scars. Healing is sometimes incomplete. Think of your scars as battle-wounds – evidence of how much wiser you are now- maps of where not to return. Cherish these scars and honor them. There will come times when they are the only reminder of where you have been, and how much you still need to grow.
7. You are going to have moments of unbearable loneliness. You need to learn how to love being with yourself, because ultimately, no one has the potential to love you like you can. It is beautiful to love and be loved, but these are just hints as to how to regard yourself. If you regard yourself highly, and learn to turn loneliness into soothing solitude, you will be capable of giving and receiving truly transformative love.
8. Find something that makes you feel like the world makes sense, even if you can’t justify it intellectually to yourself or anyone else. Personally, if I don’t rock a wall, get up, get laid, get down on a dancefloor, read a good book, write a poem, listen to a mind-blowing record or have a soul-shaking, satisfying conversation at least once a week, the world doesn’t make sense to me and I am unmoored. If I don’t get these things for a month, I become a total, inconsolable, incomprehensible wreck. This wreck can easily snowball into all kinds of self-destruction. Find what works for you and be loyal to it as a loyalty to yourself.
9. The world you live in is sick. This sickness creeps into all of us, and in many it manifests as an inability to love oneself, let alone others. Some of those afflicted with a parasitic strain of this illness will latch onto you as a host. You may believe it is part of your nature to nurture and support endlessly. These people will eat your love whole, and you with it, and leave you as a husk. You can grow again from your husk, but it will be hard, and it takes time and the training of betrayal and heartbreak to learn to trust yourself enough to determine who is worthy of your trust. Do not let anyone ride you. Only walk with those who will walk side by side with you, as an equal.
10. Do not fuck with lovers that don’t prioritize your pleasure. That can look like a lot of different things, and you’re probably still figuring it out. Don’t put up with lovers that don’t give you room to explore, to express, and above all – if a lover is only focused on using you as a vessel to reach their plateau –be out. This doesn’t mean to ignore your partner’s pleasure, but rather to see yours as of equal worth.
11. You are not responsible for the actions of those who hated themselves so much that they hurt you on purpose.
12. Collectivism is a beautiful concept, and something worth constantly striving toward and building. Collectivism has radically changed and challenged unjust structures and institutions. But if you sacrifice your own survival for the benefit of the whole, you will find yourself wringing your hands and questioning the meaning of your life and doubting the worth of others in light of their unabashed self-interest. Find a balance.
13. Do not carry broken people who are not in the process of rebuilding themselves.
14. You are not your job. Your job is simply a paycheck, and you are probably not compensated what you are worth and it is not your fucking fault- you inherited a broken economic system, and you will not be the first generation to fight for your right to live. But you need to fucking fight for your right to live, in solidarity, with those around you who are also struggling.
15. Going to college is an accomplishment. It does not, however, make you better than anyone else. It doesn’t make you essentially more intelligent. You never really make it “out” of the class you came from, and you never really make it “in” to the class you aspired to.
16. If you cannot translate what you have learned from whatever access you’ve had back to wherever you came from, then you have not gained anything- you have changed. Assimilation is a choice. Seek to be a translator. Seek to share your access to those who you may have left behind. Seek to disrupt the structures that taught those of us who gained more access that we are worth more than where we left, and less than what we found ourselves among.
17. Never take validation too deeply to heart. This is especially true of those who came up entrenched in the age of social media. The gaze of hegemony is always on us. Find validation in the ratio between how positively you impact yourself and others versus how you fuck up and hurt others. You will hurt others. Be accountable for this, when you need to be, and always be mindful of how often that happens in relation to those you help grow. None of us can be saints, but we can be salient and sentient.
18. Take your struggle to your community, and find community in those whose struggles intersect. It is only within one another that we will make any sense of this destroyed world and it’s corrupt ideology that we’ve inherited. Fight. Fight. Fight.
19. You are inherently valuable. You have worth. Ask no one for permission.
I Am Just… Reblogging for women of all ages because most of this is just good life advice.
You have my permission to do number 1 at age 20, 37, or 62. Never let anybody sacrifice your self-worth for theirs.
I Am Just… Going to fangirl for a sec.
River Song is my FAVOR thing about Doctor Who. I love the TARDIS, all the actors, the mutual love the fans and creators have for each other. How the show, for the most part, has been a lot of fun and scary at times. I love how it straddles that line of camp and seriousness, never being on either side too long. Truly, Doctor Who is amazing. BUT of all the things about it, River Song is my favorite. She’s strong, wicked smart, fearless, assertive, breathtakingly gorgeous, and very dangerous.
She’s never sorry for anything (except that one time) and never apologizes for doing the hard thing at the time it needed to be said or done. Though she loved the Doctor, she only married him when it was to save his life. In fact, all she does is keep giving herself to the Doctor to save his life. She isn’t afraid to be the one who loves more in the relationship. It’s truly rare to find this character anywhere, let alone a hugely popular TV show, and it not a wounded person who exist solely for your sympathy.
I really wish she could come back but I’m not sure they could add her to the current story arc without severely messing up the canon.
True story. I’ve been wanting a pair of these chucks since high school. I graduated in the late nineties. I never bought a pair before because the opportunity never presented itself. This past December, for the first time in five years I made a Christmas list and I told my family I wanted this pair of shoes. This specific pair of all black, cloth chucks. That’s all I really wanted for Christmas. These and a bath robe. And you know what? I got them, the shoes and the robe.
I’m wearing the shoes now as I type and though I feel kinda lonely and little lost I know I’m not unwanted. Who buys a present for a person they don’t want to see again?
Well, I didn’t see that coming.
A good friend of mine told me today she’s going to have a baby. Her boyfriend proposed to her the Monday before last. He wanted to marry her the day after they met two years ago. She wanted to take things slow because her last marriage wasn’t as forever as planned.
Somehow I feel this will never be me. I’m being dramatic and short sighted but somehow I know I will always be the fun, single friend who can mark on her calender the date when she had to find a new friend because her old ones kept getting married and having babies. I am in no way angry with, disappointed in, or mourning the friendship I had.
But one day, sooner than I hope, I will have lost another friend to life and I will, again, be the only single friend I know.
You know it’s bad when it’s snowing in Texas. Not gonna lie, we don’t know shit about how to drive on that mess. I nearly ran into/ was run into three times today on my way home from work early. I don’t even want to think about what it wouldn’t have been like if we hadn’t been released.
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i was in a public bathroom and looked in the mirror and said “i’m too cute to be so broke” and i thought i was alone but someone in a stall said AMEN
I Am Just…. Wishing I could have been there to witness this. I choked myself snort laughing (snorling?).
And Guuurl, I feel you. You are too cute to be so broke.