'to thine own self be true'

natreidess: While trying to find Chekov Bones stops to do some...

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:48:29 -0400

natreidess:

While trying to find Chekov Bones stops to do some awesome doctoring

I love Bones nearly best of all the original ST cast. He, and Scotty, have always been my two favorites.

rowr.

Mon, 20 May 2013 16:24:54 -0400

rowr.

I’m tearing up just looking at her..

Mon, 20 May 2013 16:13:29 -0400

I’m tearing up just looking at her..

LOL

Mon, 20 May 2013 13:18:48 -0400

LOL

izkim: Buffy the Vampire Slayer ended 10 years ago; May 20,...

Mon, 20 May 2013 13:17:23 -0400

izkim:

Buffy the Vampire Slayer ended 10 years ago; May 20, 2003

albinwonderland: “”Excuse me,” she asked. “Can I buy you a...

Mon, 20 May 2013 08:13:29 -0400

albinwonderland:

“”Excuse me,” she asked. “Can I buy you a coffee?”

It was a nice surprise. Most people don’t buy me cups of coffee, and I was just sitting at the Starbucks trying to plot my novel. So it was kind of charming, to have a cute girl offer to buy me a free drink. I told her sure. She brought me a nice iced chai, and sat down next to me, and then asked, “So have you heard about Jegus?”

Now, as it turns out, I’m a Christian, so I’m not opposed to Jegus -– but it was a little disappointing to realize this drink wasn’t done out of niceness, but as a sort of recruiting tool. Maybe I’d have been into a religious discussion if she’d said, “Hey, let’s have a philosophical talk,” but as it was, I felt a little betrayed. So I said that I wasn’t interested, as politely as I could (for I was sipping a delicious drink), and returned to my plotting.
The next day, another girl: “Hey, can I buy you a coffee?”

This time, I was trying to work out a difficult programming solution in my mind, and she asked me at exactly the right moment to have all of my thoughts collapse like a house of cards. “Are you just going to ask me about Jegus?”

”Oh, no,” she said, reassuring me. “It’s just that I think you’re cute.” And she was kind of pretty.
“…all right,” I said, guardedly. She bought the coffee. Sat down at my table.

”But if you were wondering about Jegus…” she said earnestly, and I ejected her from my table. I kept the drink, though. It seemed cruel, but she had been stupid enough to buy it for me even though I didn’t want it.

Over the next week, it just got worse. Two or three times a day I’d be deep in thought, trying to focus on this tangled plotting that I needed to resolve, and some woman would tap me on the shoulder to offer me a cup of coffee. I couldn’t concentrate, because sometimes they were very insistent: “You sure you don’t want a coffee, sweetie?” they’d ask, sometimes lurking over me after I’d refused them, just in case I changed my mind. Sometimes they just bought the coffee for me anyway, without even asking me if I wanted it, plopping themselves across the table from me and yammering on about being saved.

It was affecting my concentration. I started to tense up at the Starbucks, waiting for the next Jegus freak’s interruption. If it was a regular thing, like an hourly interruption, then maybe I could have worked around it, but it was erratic. Some days, I’d have four or five at once, other days I’d be blissedly free of interruption. But I had to be continually braced for the next hand on my shoulder, knowing that no matter what I was doing they’d be bursting into my personal space. I wrote less, my programs were buggier.

My friends couldn’t understand my upset. “Dude,” they told me. “You never have to pay for coffee again in your life! You’ve got it made! Do you know how much money you’re saving?”

”But I don’t want to talk to these people,” I said.

”You’ve talked about Gog with us before,” they replied. “Sometimes, we’ll stay up until two, three in the morning discussing the nature of heaven and hell. You dig philosophy, Ferrett. If you like talking about that shit with us, then why not with them?”

”Because they’re just one-note and don’t really care what I have to say,” I said.

”Just try ‘em, man. Some of them are cute. Maybe some of them actually want to date you!”

”I guess,” I said. “But how do I know which ones are genuine without having to talk to a bunch of phonies?”

Eventually, it got to the point where I started bringing friends with me for cover, so I wouldn’t get interrupted. That didn’t work, either –- while it helped, the more aggressive proselytizers would interrupt me in mid-sentence to ask me if I wanted a drink. Suddenly, the Starbucks wasn’t fun anymore -– it wasn’t a place to hang out, but a place where I’d just constantly be bugged by attention I didn’t want. And the guys who weren’t getting free drinks were calling me stuck-up, jealous that I was getting all these free drinks and not even wanting them.

So I stopped going.

Okay. Clearly, that didn’t happen. But I’m trying to prove a point here.

One of the things that guys don’t get is why women don’t like to be hit on. As a guy, when you get hit on, even if it’s a clumsy attempt, it’s generally a very rare and remarkable event –- it puts a spring in your step, even if you’re not particularly attracted to the woman, because as an average-looking guy, scarcity of compliments is the norm. So if a girl catcalls you and goes, “Nice butt!” and appears to be serious, there’s often this sort of strange pride. Hey, that doesn’t happen often, she must really be into me.

So a lot of guys have this unspoken attitude of, “I wish I’d be harassed.” And they don’t get why women are so angry when hey, I was just trying to be nice, why you gotta be so mean?

Thing is, when it’s not scarce, then even the nicest act starts to get annoying. Because you don’t get to control when people are quote-unquote “nice” to you, and it happens all the time, and you know there’s always a hidden cost behind it. You start to question people’s niceness, because they’re not doing it to be kind, they’re doing it because they want something from you. And maybe, yes, that’s something you like to give to certain people, but definitely not to everyone, and almost certainly not to the kind of guy who’s certain you’re going to give it to him if he just bugs you enough.

Harassment isn’t once. Harassment comes from a lifetime of dealing with people constantly doing things to you, whether you wanted them or not, at random intervals. You learn not to trust people. And what might have been pleasant, once, as an isolated incident, starts to feel pretty oppressive when it’s something you deal with on a weekly basis. It changes you, and then guys call you bitchy when you don’t feel like playing along and pretending this is just about the coffee.

But I think most of ‘em would feel the same were the tables turned. So please. Think about what you’re spouting.”

Article by Ferret Steinmetz, posted on Jezebel.

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Mon, 20 May 2013 08:10:25 -0400

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Sun, 19 May 2013 20:52:25 -0400

“Brave” writer and co-director Brenda Chapman called it “atrocious.” So, when the creator of Merida...

Sun, 19 May 2013 00:46:00 -0400

“Brave” writer and co-director Brenda Chapman called it “atrocious.”
So, when the creator of Merida is offended by the redesign, all the attempts to justify and make it be about how Merida would’ve been okay with the sparkle and glamour - sorry that’s bullshit.

It’s the same thing she fought against in the movie. So trying to convince others the glamour makeover is okay is crap.

It’s not.

It’s a BAD message to young girls.

“By making her skinnier, sexier and more mature in appearance, you are sending a message to girls that the original, realistic, teenage-appearing version of Merida is inferior; that for girls and women to have value — to be recognized as true princesses — they must conform to a narrow definition of beauty,”

s-k-apegoat: darlingdisneyprincess: Link to Article Credit to...

Sat, 18 May 2013 22:52:06 -0400

s-k-apegoat:

darlingdisneyprincess:

Link to Article

Credit to the Fan Art in the Last Slide

please don’t remove so that the artist gets her credit.

I love you for this.

THIS. READ THIS. SERIOUSLY.

i was expected another rant about how bad the redesign is…
but this.so.much.this. thank you for making this.

LOL. What a bunch of shite.

"Some men who want to compliment random women on the street are genuinely good guys who just don’t..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 21:13:42 -0400

“Some men who want to compliment random women on the street are genuinely good guys who just don’t understand why their comments might be unwelcome. Some men who want to compliment random women on the street are creepy predators. Most are somewhere in between, and guess what? I don’t know you, I don’t know your life, and I have no idea if you’re going to leave it at “Hey, you look good in that dress!” or follow it up with “But you’d look better without it! Har har! C’mon, where’re you going? I know you heard me! Fucking cunt, nobody wants your fat ass anyway, bitch.”

When you compliment a random woman who doesn’t know you, no matter how nice you are about it, there’s a good chance she’s going to freak out internally because for all she knows, you could be that latter type. And I get that it’s really unfair that women would just assume that about you. I get that it sucks that sometimes, expressing totally reasonable opinions like “hey you’re hot” will make women terrified of you or furious at you. That’s not fair.

But if you’re going to lay the blame for that somewhere, for fuck’s sake, don’t blame the woman. Blame all the guys who have called her a bitch and a cunt for ignoring their advances. Blame all the guys who may have harassed, abused, or assaulted her in the past. Blame all the people who may never do such a thing themselves, but who were quick to blame her and tell her to just get over it. Blame the fact that if she stops and talks to you and then something bad happens, people will blame her for stopping and talking to you.”

- Why You Shouldn’t Tell That Random Girl On The Street That She’s Hot » Brute Reason (via albinwonderland)

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Sat, 18 May 2013 16:04:11 -0400

It’s not another iteration, it’s called...

Sat, 18 May 2013 15:42:08 -0400

It’s not another iteration, it’s called ‘redsign’ you jerk at Disney trying to convince us that making Merida look like she went to glamour shots is awesome.

vegansanfrancishet: So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these...

Sat, 18 May 2013 15:35:27 -0400

vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.

amandapalmer: the only way out.

Sat, 18 May 2013 15:34:01 -0400

amandapalmer:

the only way out.

hungryfeminist: fuckyeahfeminists: feminerdism: theriotmag: t...

Sat, 18 May 2013 15:28:37 -0400

hungryfeminist:

fuckyeahfeminists:

feminerdism:

theriotmag:

thatisnotfeminism:

perfect

Kittens for Feminism.

I’m going to print this on cards and pass them out to people instead of engaging in yet more fruitless explanations about what feminism is.

Damn you, Daily Mail!! *shakes fist*

HAD TO REBLOG, SORRY! Too hilarious.

jessicatheshark: bots-and-dragons: treasureshiddenwithinthegum...

Wed, 15 May 2013 11:30:06 -0400

jessicatheshark:

bots-and-dragons:

treasureshiddenwithinthegummi:

thumbcramps:

I’ve had enough.

I have a friend named Kaitlan: she’s beautiful and kind and is a great cosplayer, and she’s been getting these slipped under her apartment door for months.

I asked her if I could make this post because I’ve been seeing this happening and I just want something to be done. Whether it’s people supporting her or someone telling her how to get this to stop. How to get these people to get the punishment they deserve.

She has literally done anything that she knows to do. She even went to the police:

They told her to come back if it got more serious. What does that even MEAN? Apparently, someone has to actually kill themselves for this to be serious to the police.

Apparently, this behavior is acceptable at Indiana University of PA. Apparently, this behavior is acceptable to the Indiana County Police. Apparently, bullying like this is completely acceptable until someone ends up dead.

I’m just absolutely infuriated right now. This should not go unpunished. Absolutely fucking not.

Wht? ….What the fuck!? What the hell is this!? My god I hate people! Is there anything I can do? Please let me know if I can help in some way!

NOT COOL. SIGNAL BOOST THIS. Let’s do what we can to help!

My god. I don’t understand how someone could be so cruel…they don’t even sound human.

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Thu, 09 May 2013 02:40:00 -0400

"My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today."

Wed, 08 May 2013 00:46:09 -0400

“My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.”

- Watership Down

My friend Maryann died today. she and I shared a love of Tori.

Tue, 07 May 2013 23:54:40 -0400

My friend Maryann died today. she and I shared a love of Tori.