Just thought I’d share this charming piece of graffiti from near my home.
By the way, this is the ONLY women’s library in the country, it has only women’s work in it and also serves as a sort of feminist museum. They’re affiliated with a university close by and hold regular events such as workshops and talks on subjects like the poetry of immigrant women of colour or the representation of mental health in women’s literature. Its also due to be closed down by the Conservatives.
Can men go in and borrow books written by women?
Yeah, totally, they even do events for men by women on intro to feminism, rape culture stuff sometimes!
god forbid women have a single fucking thing without men getting jealous like fucking children
I kind of what to meet the vandal and be like WOW THANKS, YOU CHANGED SO MUCH BY WRITING THAT MISOGYNIST DRIVEL. NOT.
There’s a difference between enjoying something that’s problematic and excusing something that’s problematic because you enjoy it.
hi kpop fandom
“I am a good seamstress” I whisper to myself as I sew the sleeve inside out for the 14th time.
imagine if trees gave off wifi signals, we would be planting so many trees and we’d probably save the planet too
too bad they only produce the oxygen we breathe
Gregory Currie, a professor of philosophy at the University of Nottingham, recently argued in the New York Times that we ought not to claim that literature improves us as people, because there is no “compelling evidence that suggests that people are morally or socially better for reading Tolstoy” or other great books.
Actually, there is such evidence. Raymond Mar, a psychologist at York University in Canada, and Keith Oatley, a professor emeritus of cognitive psychology at the University of Toronto, reported in studies published in 2006 and 2009 that individuals who often read fiction appear to be better able to understand other people, empathize with them and view the world from their perspective. This link persisted even after the researchers factored in the possibility that more empathetic individuals might choose to read more novels. A 2010 study by Mar found a similar result in young children: the more stories they had read to them, the keener their “theory of mind,” or mental model of other people’s intentions.
And then we have to look at this data and remember that
1. Reading- especially “deep reading” as outlined in this article requires at the very least the privilege of time, plus either the privilege of money to buy books or the privilege of having access to a library
2. School often literally squishes the love of reading out of students- I know junior high, high school, and college students who never do their assigned lit. reading and rely on either sparknotes or other people’s reviews of the text, and they still manage to pass their classes just fine.
3. And you can blame the student for that, but how can you really blame them when they’ve got all this other schoolwork to do, plus their extracurriculars (which every ~good student~ knows are necessary to get into a ~good college) and the part time job they probably have for whatever reason, plus trying to have some kind of a social life because that’s a big part of what this time in your life is about?
4. And then we have schools and parents not doing enough to help kids get caught up to reading at grade level but instead focusing on getting those test scores up
5. And then you’ve got the fact that most school-related reading is “the classics” which means mostly books that cater to old white (cis, het, able-bodied, etc) men, a steady diet of which which can very easily alienate those who are not old white men and/or normalize the idea that all things should cater to old white men
6. Also I wonder how this study accounts for things like fan culture? Like, what about people who read a lot of personal blogs (which, while usually non-fiction, can still be read as first-person character-driven narratives)? What about people who read a lot of fanfiction, which /is/ fiction that happens to only exist on the internet?
7. Speaking of fanfiction, what about people who do a lot of “internet” fiction writing like fanfiction writers and roleplayers?
8. How does community play into this? Regarding people who regularly “read deeply”, does it just matter that they read at all? Or is the effect intensified if people read and then discuss their experience with a community?
I haven’t slept in like 20 hrs so I don’t know if this made any sense or if it’s just sleepless ramblings. I just have a lot of thoughts.
MICROSOFT WORD HAS A FUCKING “INSERT CITATION” BUTTON WHY THE FUCK DID NO ONE EVER TELL ME THIS IS SIGNIFICANT INFORMATION FUCK THE SCHOOL SYSTEM THIS IS MICROSOFT WORD 2007 I SHOULD HAVE BEEN MADE AWARE OF THIS IN HIGHSCHOOL WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK I HATE EVERYTHING
you can fucking log your sources into your document and then at the end press a fucking button and it makes a bibliography page for you im
im not even lying im so mad
If I ask “how do you feel about Janelle Monae/her music” and your response is “who?” or not positive me and you are no longer having a conversation.
Look, I made a gif of this most awesome wizard at the Leaky Cauldron!
DUDE IS READING ‘A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME’ BY STEPHEN HAWKING
I NEVER REALIZED
are you serious
I always assumed wizards just ignored science, because the fact that “magic” exists, can explain anything. But there are MuggleBorn wizards, ones who, until they were eleven, lived in the real world and learned science and things. Did they all just abandon that normal, muggle knowledge, like Harry did? It’s always been there, itching in the back of my mind.
FOUR FOR YOU SCIENCE WIZARD
YOU GO SCIENCE WIZARD
can we point out that he’s doing wandless magic too
like voldemort couldnt even do that shit
molly fuckin weasley couldnt fuckin do that
who are you
Quick, somebody write a book series about the adventures of Magic Prodigy Science Wizard!!!
PLEASE SOMEONE JUST DO IT
Alan Baker had no use for wands, of course. If one were to Prior Incantato his outdated, duct-taped rod of walnut wood and dragon heartstring, its most recent use would have been the enchantment of the long-lived neurons in Alan’s own mind. This enchantment, possible only for those who were capable of seeing themselves as a complex amalgamation of neural impulses, allowed him to bypass both wands and words. Alan did this, not for show, not for power, but because wandwork distracted him from his reading.
Unfortunately, there was no legal spell to get rid of barflies.
“Hey- hey mate, you gotta- gotta minute to-“
Sobrius, Alan thought, placing one hand on his neighbor’s forehead without looking up. He pondered whether or not to cast a silencing barrier, even in violation of the Leaky Cauldron’s safety code.
“Thanks,” said the now-sober man, “Readin’ more of that Muggle trash, I see.”
Alan closed his eyes and counted to three, but when he opened them, the man was still there. Alan lowered his “muggle trash” in defeat, meeting the baggy, bloodshot eyes of the wizard sitting across from him.
Alan leaned forward, placing his hands steeple-like on the table. “Mr. Fletcher, do you know why time turners don’t send you into space?”
“The sky, y’mean? Cause they’re fer time turnin’, not apparation.”
Alan had to take a deep breath. “No,” he replied, “If time turners weren’t anchored to anything, the Earth’s rotation alone would be enough to ensure a time traveler’s demise. But someone at the ministry was clever enough to anchor them to a carefully guarded object that never moves relative to the Earth.”
“Fascinat’n,” slurred Mundungus, whose eyes had glazed over once it became clear that Alan didn’t actually have a time turner on him.
“But time turners are still very limited,” continued Alan, more to himself than to Mundungus, “They can’t go more than seven hours back, and not forward at all, and only in increments of one hour, and they only work on Earth… no, they’re very clumsy, if one truly pauses to think about it.”
“What’s yer point?”
“My point is that while wizards are slowly stagnating in their backwards remnant of the Dark Ages, Muggles are making progress, ever reaching for the light. Do you know that they don’t need magic to craft a hand of living silver?”
“Bah,” was Mundungus’s only reply, “You’d be best mates with that Weasley nutcase at the ministry, you would.”
Alan stood up, silently casting an infantes gelata to check for paradoxes. “I don’t know why I bother with you,” he sighed, “you’ve just wasted another two minutes of my time. Perhaps I bother because I have time to waste.”
And he twisted, as if to apparate, but instead faded out of existence with a distinct vworp. The air swirled in the wake of his departure, blowing back Mundungus’s straggly ginger hair.
“Muggleborns,” the short wizard muttered, then turned back to his drink.
Thirty minutes earlier, Alan lounged contentedly within his quieting barrier, stirring his cup of tea absently and rereading one of his favourite Muggle books. He wondered, vaguely, which planet held the nearest sapient life, and what their magic would look like…
This rereading, however, would be slightly shorter than the last. Even within the barrier, the presence of another at the table tickled at Alan’s consciousness. He set down his book (rather forcefully, he had to admit,) and looked up. The bloodshot eyes of Mundungus Fletcher didn’t meet him when his own rose.
“Hello,” mouthed the man. Finite Incantatum, thought Alan.
“Hello,” he answered, “Can I help you?”
“No, not really. Well, maybe. Well, probably. Have you seen anything strange lately? Disappearing cats, people moving backwards, variances in the time vortex causing precise and intentional reversal of the course of events?”
Alan couldn’t help but stare. “Er…now that you mention it, I was just…” he trailed off as he glanced out the window and did a double take. There was a 1960s-style Muggle police telephone box in the middle of Diagon Alley. “…Is…is that a telephone box?”
“No. Yes. Recreation. Mock-up. Don’t worry, nobody will notice,” the man said, waving his hand dismissively even as he pulled on a pair of what appeared to be cheap 3-D glasses. “What I want to know,” he murmured conspiratorially, “is what’s giving you that floaty, aurary, bizarrey stuff all over you, because that should not be happening to a human. Person. I said person”
Alan’s eyebrows furrowed. “First of all, this is Diagon Alley. Most people out there wouldn’t know a police box from a pillbox, especially given it’s bright blue. Second of all, those glasses shouldn’t give you the ability to see what you’re seeing. And thirdly, Expelliarmus.”
“Expelliwhat?” the man squawked, just as a long, chunky metallic object with a blue tip shot out of his jacket pocket and into Alan’s hand. A quick Identification spell told him all he needed to know.
“Fuzzy logic neural interface configured for ease of use, limited nonverbal manipulation of mechanical and electronic objects…Interesting. And leaps and bounds beyond anything wizards or Muggles can conjure up. What are you?”
The man stared at him for a few minutes before breaking out in a wide smile. “Hello. I’m the Doctor. Let me tell you a little bit about the universe…”
IT GOT BETTER
I am done, this is the end of the world, it’s all downhill from here
How I do Things With LONG Nails!!! - QueenOfBlendingMUA
Tips on how to do things with long nails ;)
someone left an ask in my box earlier about if I thought a lady Doctor would be a good idea and so far this is the only actual contribution to that debate that I’ve heard beyond “because (buck|preserve) the status quo!”
This does actually bring up some good points - worth a watch.
Yeah I haven’t wanted to weigh in on this debate because I feel the same way as this dude
[note: I haven’t watched the newest season of DW yet]
I think the points of Doctor Who being intrinsically paternal are valid. However, I think that saying the Doctor must be a he because he must be a father ignores the fact that mothers are parents as well. A female Doctor would still have whatever relationship the male Doctor has with his children, but instead of the doting or stern father, we’d have the doting or stern mother. I mean, look at lines like “I can’t stand seeing children cry”- if you read that scene with no indication of the Doctor’s gender, you would probably assume he was a woman based on that reaction. So why is it okay for us to paint something traditionally maternal on a male character, but not something paternal on a female character? In fact, I would go so far as to say a female Doctor could actually further the parental nature of the Doctor, if only because mothers are often primarily defined by their motherhood while fathers are often defined by their job or their other relationships first, and by their fatherhood second.
I do agree that the next Doctor should not be a woman, but not because the Doctor should never be a woman. Ultimately , the next Doctor should not be a woman because Steven Moffatt would be writing her, and he does not write women well.
How It’s Made, Decorative Candles.
holy fuck, that is beautiful. how is she that good?
i’m so mesmerized
There was a company that made these at a kiosk at the mall in my town when I was growing up. I was so facinated watching them that my parents could leave me there for ages while they went in the nearby stores and I just stared at the candles being made. I have a really clear memory of watching them make a red and white one (kind of like this) around Christmas. The mall is gone now; there’s a Wal-Mart in its place.
“Blood is thicker than water”, when used in the context of family over friends, is in fact a wildly incorrect bastardisation.
The true, full quote is “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” and refers to relationships forged by choice holding deeper meaning than those of mere biology.
“the agony of seeds” THE SHEER AGONY
Bobbing for chips. I like how he tries to “save” a couple chips after his hideous spill.
there is a lot of truth behind this one, i am sorry.
i think i get it. jane lynch’s doppleganger is astonished as to how this could have happened. like how could hitting a wall with a hammer create a hole? however the critical question here is why in the hell does she eat an imaginary cupcake afterwards?
someone get this mother of 4 a xanex