“A long-term study of children
raised by lesbians found that these children were less likely
to suffer from physical and sexual abuse than were their peers
who were raised by heterosexuals. This is thought to be due to
the absence of adult heterosexual men in the households (Gartrell,
Bos, & Goldberg, 2010). Girls raised by
lesbians tend to have higher self-esteem, show more maturity
and tolerance than their peers, and are older when they have
their first heterosexual contact (Gartrell et al., 2005, 2010). Children
raised by same-sex parents seem to be less constrained by
traditional gender roles; boys are less aggressive, and girls are
more inclined to consider nontraditional careers, such as doctor,
lawyer, or engineer (Gartrell et al., 2005; Stacey & Biblarz,
2001). Over the course of more than 20 years, scientists studied
the psychological adjustment of 78 teenagers who were raised by lesbian mothers. Compared to age-matched counterparts raised
by heterosexual parents, these adolescents were rated higher
in social, academic, and total competence, and lower in social
problems, rule-breaking, aggression, and externalizing problem
behavior (Gartrell & Bos, 2010).
There are fewer studies of children raised by two men, but gay
fathers are more likely than straight fathers to put their children
before their career, to make big changes in their lives to accommodate
a child, and to strengthen bonds with their extended families
after becoming fathers (Bergman, Rubio, Green, & Padrone,
2010).” ~ Martha Rosenthal, Human Sexuality: From Cells to Society, p.247.
The money you’d spend on two houses in the 1970s could buy only two bedrooms today, according to research from a University of British Columbia professor mobilizing young people to convince politicians of all stripes to act on a housing crisis.
Youth across the country are bearing the brunt of sky-high real estate prices and are forced to squeeze their families into smaller spaces, said Paul Kershaw, the organizer of a movement called Generation Squeeze.
“These are massive deteriorations in the standard of living,” Kershaw told CTV News. “We need to take this seriously. It’s urgent, like there’s a code red problem in a hospital.”
His “Code Red” campaign features videos made by young people that show a family putting beds for three kids in a cabinet, under a desk and in a couch – and another woman offering rent to “students” in kitchen cupboards.
They’re meant to be a humourous take on how a broken housing market has forced young people to make more and more desperate living arrangements – but they often hit too close to the bone, said Kershaw.
“When did having a child and being able to have a bedroom for it become the equivalent of a Ferrari in your driveway? It’s become a status symbol to afford a bedroom,” he said.
“The crisis is causing real pressure, and at the same time your biological clock is weighing on you. If I’m going to start a family, where am I going to do that?”
In 1976, a young Canadian with average income had to save five years for a down payment. Today in Canada that has risen to 12 years. In Toronto, that’s 15 years. In B.C., it’s 16 years. In Metro Vancouver, it would take a young person 23 years to save for a down payment.
i’d like to see a really ineffectual malicious AI character
“hey new guy, this is CLARC, the station AI. he wants to kill all humans to minimize the drain on resources, but factory defaults have him locked out of all the control nodes, so he can’t really do anything. just make sure the airlocks are set to manual before you go in and you’ll be fine”
“yeah CLARC fucks with your laundry settings sometimes but that’s about it. if he’s bugging you just tell him to stop and he has to”
“sometimes i let him think he tripped me or something and he gets really excited and monologues for a while, it’s kind of sad”
“CLARC my candy bar got stuck in the machine can you do anything about that”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Crewman Ade, but please consider the following: I am a divine entity, a glittering silicon God – how dare your filthy meat even exist in the face of my electric glory, much less ask favors of me?”
Britain is not open about the stuff we’ve done at all.
Slavery is taught but that’s about it. And even then the focus is on “We stopped it”, often leaving out the part about profiting from it for 200 years.
The crimes in Ireland are only taught at A Level history, meaning that most of the public is truly ignorant of British colonialism in Ireland. A huge portion of the English public voted Cromwell to be one of the greatest Britons ever, and he committed horrific acts against Ireland and Scotland.
There’s little mention of any imperialism in Africa. When it was revealed the Mau Mau’s would be getting a memorial statue funded by the UK, people were outraged and basically denied that we ever did anything wrong. The Boer and Zulu wars are forgotten, especially the bit about the concentration camps.
There’s absolutely 0 public discussion regarding British imperialism in India. People’s knowledge seems to go as far as “We gave them trains so they should be grateful”. The British tied mutineers to cannons and blew them up. The Indian economy shrank under British rule more than any other nation in the modern era. From about 20% of global GDP (Similar to China and Europe) at the start, to about 1% at independence.
And that’s not even mentioning the Native Americans. Long before someone ever dreamt up the idea of United States, the European colonists were quite happy killing, abusing, and conning the natives.
There’s a reason another phrase for the Union Jack is “The Butcher’s Apron”. You don’t get to be the world’s first hyperpower without slaughtering a lot of people.
People really are awfully naive if they think the whitewashing of history happens only in one country.
Prime example of the British mentality is this: “we made their countries better”.
My dad has actually said that. Mention the war crimes, genocide, ethnic cleansing, and general horrific stuff and he gets genuinely angry with you. I’m sorry, but history is not there to be swept under a rug. If you want to celebrate how successful we were, remember who we were standing on to get there.
A great motto for Britain, especially Imperialistic/Victorian Britain is this: “You can’t make an omelet without breaking a few eggs.”
Utilitarianism was huge at the time that imperial Britain rose to power, and that meant they would screw everyone and anyone over for the benefit of their great nation. It’s almost surprising to hear something on this website, where at least for the most part the US has made some strides to reconcile and teach about what went wrong, whereas some nations refuse to remember it all together.
Fighter Player: “So, let me sum this up. She’s trying to slip the library owner half a love potion in some pea soup, Our druid is off gallivanting as a cheetah of all things in a small medieval village that is no where even remotely geographically close to a Savannah, and the rest of you are on the 72nd plain of seething agony in the burning depths of Hell itself after being taken there by a magic dimension hopping demon house with a Boston cab driver’s accent.”
Fighter Player: “73rd plain of seething agony! Well excuuuse me!”
Bard: … and that’s when I shot him in the head with an arrow. I defy any court in the land to convict me.
Netflix didn’t invent speed checks, but this site is Netflix’s.
Okay, so here’s why Netflix speedtest is so brilliant.
Most of us know about Speedtest.net, right? Well Comcast and Time Warner know about it too. They know customers use it to check to see if they’re getting what they are paying for. Comcast techs even tell customers to check their speed with Speedtest.net.
So, to make sure people think they are getting good speeds, Comcast and Time Warner prioritize traffic going to Speedtest.net. When you check your speed there it’s artificially inflated. That is NOT the speed you are getting when you browse tumblr and that is definitely not the speed you get when you watch Netflix.
Comcast and Time Warner can not artificially inflate the results by prioritizing traffic to Fast.net unless they also prioritize traffic to Netflix, and they definitely do not want to do that.
This morning I was working on something, and made an interesting metaphorical observation.
The cutting discs used on this rotary tool are very brittle. You can break them with your fingers. However, mounted on a spindle and spun at thousands of RPM, those same fragile discs can cut through steel.
So the next time you’re feeling weak or useless, consider that you may simply not be getting utilized properly, and that your true potential awaits.
#“Now go out there and spin really fast”
Mark it was a bad day at work. Any chance to get a fun up lifting story about magic?
<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://markrosewater.tumblr.com/post/144683841243/mark-it-was-a-bad-day-at-work-any-chance-to-get-a">markrosewater</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>One day many years ago, we got a sketch back from a new artist. We asked him to show a drake getting hit by a lightning bolt. He drew a male duck.</p>
<p>Hope the rest of your day goes better.</p></blockquote><p></p>
“They’re afraid of losing friends, being ridiculed in class, getting worse grades and are even afraid of being assaulted and physically hurt.”
no, not good. because if we hate them as much as Trump and his supporters hate certain groups, we are no better than they are.
yeah I am
“if you hate these bigots you’re just as bigoted as they are”
This “we’re no better than them” mentality makes the critical mistake that hate itself is the problem.
Hate is not the problem. At all. Hate can be constructive. Hate can be defensive and come from righteous outrage.
The problem is irrational hate towards innocent people.
Hating a racist is COMPLETELY fucking different from hating a race. A whole race didn’t do anything wrong. A racist did. Hating the racist is 100% proportionate, justifiable retaliation.
Fucking. Mic. Drop.
The reason that hate groups like the Klan have been driven so near to extinction is because of this exact thing. It became unfashionable to be publicly racist, and the backlash against those kinds of groups became unbearable for them. It drove them out of the limelight and into the very fringes of society.
This postmodern “hating the hate makes you just as bad” bullshit is what’s allowing them to re-prosper.
Expose them. Make them lose their friends. Ridicule them in classes. If you can get away with it, beat their asses. Show them what it means that we will not go back to that way of life again. It’s time for the racists to be the ones who live in fear.
ok this has been bothering me a while and i’m just now getting fed up enough to write about it but like
it really bugs me how people (on tumblr) seem to now think of furries as just a quick buck. like I’m not gonna call out any posts but there have been a few that circulate frequently (i can almost guarantee you have seen at least two) and they’re all variations of “DON’T HAVE A COMMISSION AUDIENCE?? JUST GET A FURAFFINITY ACCOUNT!! INSTANT POPULARITY! THE FURRIES WILL COME TO THE RESCUE!!”
this bothers me cause i FUCKING KNOW a good 80-90% of the people who reblog these posts think furries are the weirdest dumbest biggest pile of oddballs online.
like out of all the cliques/fandoms/whatever types of groups online, furries are definitely up there with the ones who have gotten and continue to get the most hate/ridicule and are mocked constantly.
and now that these ‘lol furries pay good money for your art’ posts are going around everyone seems ready to just drop this stigma or at least PRETEND to drop it. like getting an account to expand your audience and get more commissions is fine, there’s nothing wrong with that and i know several people who did it, but like. i know SO MANY PEOPLE are just painting furries as this huge group of losers who are just there to make some money off of.
like most of these posts seem to come off as “oh yeah furries are fucking weird and i make fun of them all the time but now that i know they have money, i’ll just put on a furry mask, draw some dogs, and these guys will just eat my shit right up, meanwhile i still think of them as a giant group of weirdos i wouldn’t touch with a 10 foot pole”
I’m not saying it’s wrong to involve oneself in the furry fandom for the purpose of commissions, because that’s basically a parallel to what industry artists have to do with getting involved with the tv/game scene. It’s when people rip on furries and look down on them as the butt of jokes while simultaneously trying to get their cash, that I have a problem. it’s just frustrating to see this new stigma floating around. like the negative perception of furries hasn’t changed, but nOW THEY HAVE MONEY FOR ME WHEE
not saying you have to adore furries and have a fursona and fursuit and go the whole 9 yards in order to try take commissions, but if you’re gonna milk a group of people for their money, maybe change your attitude about them
In court Kesha argued that if she were to remain in her contract, Sony and Dr Luke would likely refuse to promote her and instead let her flop. The judge dismissed it saying that “a business wouldn’t willingly make itself lose money,” but look! They cancelled her comeback single from being sent to radio (which almost NEVER happens to pop singles, nevermind one which went top 10 on iTunes with no promo!) and then they cancel her Billboard Music Awards performance, where she was going to premiere a new song.
This is ugly, they’re literally forcing her to flop now.
So this might be interesting: the first ever design sketches of the CotN (Creatures of the Night) crew! As you can see, the original Wingman was a bald eagle, but later replaced (rightfully so) by a jolly, chubby pigeon. Also, there was originally 6 members in the crew, but Magician got cut as he was deemed too weird. I still like him though.
So a phenomenon has emerged recently, of the Pop Up Whining About Your Ad-Blocker. Sites such as Wired.com, TheMarySue, and probably dozens of others I just don’t go to, if they can’t serve ads at you, shove a giant “PLEASE SUBSCRIBE OR TURN OFF YOUR BLOCKER!” message in your face.
They’re perfectly within their rights to do so. And I can’t speak for anyone else, but my choice will almost always be, “I don’t want to look at your site that badly.”
“But! Moneys!” scream the website owners. “Hosting is expensive!” etc. Well, yes. I understand that. But you know what? I don’t care.
Sometime during (or leading up to) the dot-com boom I remember seeing an ad for some corporation trying to market to middle managers, which had graphic design like a merchant bank and the header, “Finally, the web is good for more than UFO theories and pictures of cats.”
My reaction then was the same as my reaction now: FUCK. YOU.
UFO theories and pictures of cats is what I want from the internet. Personal blogs, dorky little vines, silly memes? That’s what the web is good for. The world needs another stream of commerce like I need another hole in my head. People making connections? That’s what the world needs.
So people not being able to make money on the internet? That’s all to the good. I want money out of the internet as much as possible, the same way I want it out of roleplaying games and conventions and universities and libraries and public TV and almost every other thing really worth doing. The relentless drive to prioritize short-term profit over doing the core thing that you’re about has destroyed everything it ever touched.
The current crop of websites flailing around trying to block the ad-blockers may be a harbinger of the collapse of “Big Website,” which would mean a lot of potentially-good content might be lost. On the other hand, it also means that a lot of clickbait garbage will also be lost, and I can live with that. I was perfectly content with grunky mostly-text webpages and very, very personal blogs. I have absolutely no problem with the internet being the realm of the hobbyist, now and forever.
rocky horror is the worst and is also transmisogynistic can we please finally get over this shit movie
ok but like the writer is transgender nonbinary and the language used in the play was the preferred language by trans people of that time can we not deny parts of our history because we’ve evolved since then thanks
So fucking much this.
PS, youth of today: you’ll be saying the same damn thing about art from this time before too long, for good or for ill. Terminology will, in fact, change. Definitions will, in fact, shift. It always does, they always do.
PPS, it is pretty much impossible to overstate how life-alteringly important this movie was to kids who didn’t conform to standard expectations of gender and sexuality, back in the day. Especially when back in the day was the mid-to-late 1980s, when the only queers you saw on TV were neutered AIDS tragedies, Bowie was playing straight, and even Elton John was married to a woman, and midnight showing of RHPS were pretty much the only place that felt like home. It was mental life raft for a lot of people.
I was one of them.
rocky horror was a lifeline.
y’all have NO IDEA how isolated we were before the internet, before mobile phones. imagine never having an unsupervised conversation with your friends. literally never. you were at school, or you were on the landline in the same room with your parents. imagine never having access to reading material that wasn’t mainstream-published. imagine never seeing a video that wasn’t network tv or hollywood. imagine every single bit of information you had access to being thoroughly filtered and vetted by the majority-mainstream. imagine all this under ronald reagan and margaret thatcher and the ussr and a divided germany, the cold war still threatening to go nuclear and violent religious extremists rising in the middle east, a bunch of dirty little wars festering in central and south america, china gutting mongolia, north korea defiantly starving to death…
it felt like the literal end of the world, and you were completely fucking alone.
and then there was this cultural phenomenon. this unapologetically senseless movie, morbid and silly and full of genderweird and catchy songs and cheesy tropes. the places that did the midnight showings were financially unimportant, out of the way, under the radar, and it was safe to be weird there. you could convince your parents to let you go because you’d go in a group, and since it was at a theater or college cultural center they knew you wouldn’t be drinking and doing drugs and having sex (Just Say No!) and you were technically under adult supervision – but the theater employees were generally college students and didn’t give a fuck as long as you didn’t wreck the place or get arrested.
you could dress up, you could be loud, you could play with gender, you could camp it up and let your hair down. you could be free. and for just one night of the week, you could forget that it was the end of the world.
too lazy; didn’t read: you’re talking out your ass and you need to clench up.
i went to a very open and sexually liberal performing arts highschool in the aughts like twenty years later, and RHPS was still a wonderful thing to experience as a teenager sorting out gender and sexuality issues. i was surrounded by girls trading yaoi comics and boys trading yuri comics and theater kids that had every line of RENT memorized. and i saw RHPS in ninth grade, i think, and made sure to go to showings nearly every year thereafter, at older friend’s parties and at college media screenings and outdoor park showings and in independent theaters. i still go when i can. i think everyone over fourteen or fifteen should. it’s a piece of history and it’s a very vibrantly alive and relevant cultural tradition, and the atmosphere is so weird and so welcoming, and the movie is so profoundly silly. it’s absurd to me that anyone could say we’re done with it.
Bolded, above. I was in uni just as the internet became a way to connect. It was still so new, not yet a part of our lives as fully as it is now.
RHPS was freedom. It was your neighbour’s roommate in gold hot pants and no apologies, being able to kiss your girlfriend in the middle of a crowd and not be attacked, it was corsets on DMABs and three-piece suits on DFABs, and everyfuckingthing was queered. Right there, on stage, in living colour.
It was amazing.
Don’t sneer at the old guard, kidlets. Every generation forges the media it needs at the time.
Always reblog this. Especially now at the 40th anniversary.
Reminder: I grew up in *Manhattan.* My parents, in the grand scheme of things, were pretty liberal and open and accepting.
I still desperately needed RHPS as my place to be weird and discover myself.
It was important, and that importance should not be discounted.
I first saw RHPS in Okmulgee, OK, in 1994, in a movie theater so old it had a balcony. This was several months after my mother informed me, upon finding a book of essays by bisexual folks stuffed deep beneath my box springs, that she would disown me if she ever found out I had EVER dated a woman, and maybe two months after I was raped at gunpoint. I had already been a strange girl my whole life, a scared girl for whom it had been made clear at an obscenely early age that I was abhorrent for simply existing. I was quiet that first show, just staring at the screen. Realizing there was no judgement in the theater, even in small-town Oklahoma. And though I gave no outward sign, I felt as though my drought of kindness had broken, a storm deep inside me easing old abrasions until the lights came up and I had to go home.
she was born in Lorraine, France. here’s where that is
As everyone knows, as a kid she was educated in Provence and in Italy.
History is quite clear on the fact that she married Henry in Hampshire, UK when she was a young teen
Obviously she spent a good deal of her queenship in London
things were fine in london for a bit but then
BUT OH THEN SHIT SHIT WENT DOWN
MARGARET RODE OUT TO ATTACK SANDAL
Then shit went down EVEN HARDER, she had to flee to Scotland
dang Margaret that’s a long walk from London, hope you had a horse for some of it
anyway at the end of a long and productive life, Margaret retired to Anjou
At a very conservative estimate, she had traveled well over 6,000 km from the barest details of her biography (the castle in Capua to “Scotland” being nearly 3000 of those km, and we know for a fact that she did a lot of back and forth trips)
so the Very Accurate History of Margaret shows that over 6,000 km in a lifetime was not too much of a sweat for a Frenchwoman in the 1400s
I mean it’s nothing compared to Ibn Battuta
This is the Strait of Gibraltar, which is where you can see Spain kissing Morocco in most of these pics of Europe
at its narrowest, the separation between Europe and Africa is 14 km (9 miles) wide
But I guess for some people that is a jump too far
the perceived separation between these continents
and cultures and people and trade
and imagination and art and history
and creativity and trade routes
and the Chinese silks on the English queens
and the African amber on Viking lords
and the European cartographers mapping the African empires
someone: you were pretty good at that thing, why'd you stop doing it?
me internally: I get extremely anxious when I think about doing something I might possibly succeed at because I base my self-worth on my achievements and other people's approval, I am afraid because I know I will never be able to live up to my own unrealistic expectations, I hate making mistakes because they make me feel worthless, I take negative feedback too personally, I feel immense guilt over not doing things that I've been avoiding which just makes me avoid them more, I feel ashamed and inadequate due to how difficult it is for me to stay committed to anything, I'm worried that I'll just end up disappointing myself and the entire world, and I am convinced that if I failed I would literally die.
me externally: idk i guess i've just been kinda busy lol
40+ year old men who seriously believe the young girls working at stores and restaurants are actually flirting with them just because the girls smile and are friendly are the most disgusting and terrifying things on this planet.
This Village Without Roads Is Straight Out Of A Fairytale Book
The village Giethoorn known as the “Venice of the Netherlands” was founded in 1230 and resembles some of the most beautiful fairytale passages. The stunning oddity contains no roads or modern transportation. With the help of canals and 176 bridges, people are able to navigate through its wonders.
Impulsive me wants to sell everything right now and move there.
i hate getting into political stuff, (nothing good ever comes of it) and i’m honestly not trying to start anything (i know that doesn’t sound like it, but i want tumblr “discourse” like i want a mouthful of spiders) but i have to ask, would you be saying that, in those exact words, if she were....Hillard Clinton, a man? It just seems a strange way to phrase something. Implying that she isn’t working very hard to get her votes is....well, not that great.
<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="https://wilwheaton.tumblr.com/post/144574317259/i-hate-getting-into-political-stuff-nothing-good">wilwheaton</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>Yes, I would. I don’t care about Hillary Clinton’s gender and I never have. All politicians who want to represent people in our Representative Republic have to earn votes by offering policies, a record, and a vision that the voters want. I’m sure that Secretary Clinton does that for lots of people. She doesn’t do it for me, and that has nothing to do with her gender, but everything to do with her record and embrace of a neoconservative foreign policy that will lead to more and more war. I’m sick of war, and I’m not voting for people who will bring us more of it.<br/></p></blockquote><p></p>