Beautiful collection of straight boys interacting with a bisexual for hopefully the first time in their lives.
I know its hard to look past all the terrible grammar but I’m just gonna leave this here….
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the scum of the earth.
THIS. IS. RAPE. CULTURE.
also adding: the owner of this page automatically assumed this girl was a feminist, she could have very well been transporting a piece for a project. But given the information that she was a feminist, people took a negative approach to the situation
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, first and last pages
So let me tell you why this is bullshit.
That “cure” everyone is talking about? It isn’t a cure. It’s a drug that hadn’t even been tested on humans before we gave it to those two Americans (who were white, yes, but were also in a missionary group trying to improve the lives of African children it’s not like they were fucking tourists or something). They could have both fucking died on the spot. The only reason they even gave this unfinished, untested drug to them is because the mortality rate for ebola is like 90% anyway so they thought why the fuck not.
Now let’s have a little thought experiment for you dipshits who seriously don’t understand the situation. Imagine we gave this “cure” to every single person in Nigeria, Guinea, Sierra Leone, and Liberia (yeah, it’s pretty fucking ignorant to just call them all “Africans”) infected with ebola (getting around the fact that it would be just about impossible to diagnose and treat every single one of them in time)… and they all died anyway. The “cure” didn’t work.
You same fuckwads would lose your shit over that. “AMERICAN DRUG KILLS AFRICANS”, you would say. It would be all over Tumblr: “WHY DIDN’T THEY TEST THIS MORE BEFORE GIVING IT OUT OMG” and “USING AFRICANS AS TEST RATS FOR EBOLA DRUG SO WHITE PEOPLE DONT HAVE TO #RACISM”.
You can’t really be so ignorant that you seriously think it would be a good idea to ship crates of this hitherto-unknown, untested drug to West Africa and just hope for the best.
They call me coffee cuz I grind so fine
They call me coffee I keep you up past 2 am
They call me coffee because I’m really bitter and most people don’t like me without changing some aspect of what I am
I’m writing a modern version of Romeo and Juliet for english class and I’m making them dumb teenagers like they should be and I thought tumblr might appreciate some excerpts from my planning document
Oh yeah and romeo’s going to be sulking about rosaline friendzoning him at the start
I’m really trying to emphasise the ‘stupid kids’ thing here
this is perfect
Earlier today, I served as the “young woman’s voice” in a panel of local experts at a Girl Scouts speaking event. One question for the panel was something to the effect of, "Should parents read their daughter’s texts or monitor her online activity for bad language and inappropriate content?"
I was surprised when the first panelist answered the question as if it were about cyberbullying. The adult audience nodded sagely as she spoke about the importance of protecting children online.
I reached for the microphone next. I said, “As far as reading your child’s texts or logging into their social media profiles, I would say 99.9% of the time, do not do that.”
Looks of total shock answered me. I actually saw heads jerk back in surprise. Even some of my fellow panelists blinked.
Everyone stared as I explained that going behind a child’s back in such a way severs the bond of trust with the parent. When I said, “This is the most effective way to ensure that your child never tells you anything,” it was like I’d delivered a revelation.
It’s easy to talk about the disconnect between the old and the young, but I don’t think I’d ever been so slapped in the face by the reality of it. It was clear that for most of the parents I spoke to, the idea of such actions as a violation had never occurred to them at all.
It alarms me how quickly adults forget that children are people.
Apparently people are rediscovering this post somehow and I think that’s pretty cool! Having experienced similar violations of trust in my youth, this is an important issue to me, so I want to add my personal story:
Around age 13, I tried to express to my mother that I thought I might have clinical depression, and she snapped at me “not to joke about things like that.” I stopped telling my mother when I felt depressed.
Around age 15, I caught my mother reading my diary. She confessed that any time she saw me write in my diary, she would sneak into my room and read it, because I only wrote when I was upset. I stopped keeping a diary.
Around age 18, I had an emotional breakdown while on vacation because I didn’t want to go to college. I ended up seeing a therapist for - surprise surprise - depression.
Around age 21, I spoke on this panel with my mother in the audience, and afterwards I mentioned the diary incident to her with respect to this particular Q&A. Her eyes welled up, and she said, “You know I read those because I was worried you were depressed and going to hurt yourself, right?”
TL;DR: When you invade your child’s privacy, you communicate three things:
- You do not respect their rights as an individual.
- You do not trust them to navigate problems or seek help on their own.
- You probably haven’t been listening to them.
Information about almost every issue that you think you have to snoop for can probably be obtained by communicating with and listening to your child.
BIG DOGS THAT THINK THEY’RE SMALL LAP DOGS ARE MY FAVORITE DOGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD
Take any movie premise about a white man and make it about a grandma and it becomes twice as interesting
And don’t underestimate the importance of BODY LANGUAGE
The Little Mermaid