to everyone -
i loved you. more than anything, i hate how easy it is to forget you, to forget anyone, everyone. to be missed and not miss in return. i’m good at leaving. i’m not good at coming back. i’ll try to call sometime, but i’ll probably just keep skipping over it. i just don’t want to hear you tell me you want me back. i can’t do that. i don’t want that.
Caught on film, an employee of Don Pollo Bar & Grill openly admits discriminating against trans people.
- you don’t actually have to spend all four years of your degree at the first college you go to
- a lot of people transfer to other schools and the transfer process is way easier than you might think
- you actually are allowed to fail
- i failed two classes in my first two years of…
Richard Dawkins in this interview [New York Times]
Why should we prefer our food to be made out of things that aren’t computers. Isn’t it about time we began eating computers? Why can’t more dogs talk? And of the dogs that do talk, why are so many of them fictional? Shouldn’t, say, Steven Pinker’s dog begin talking? Throw off the yoke of superstition.
Furthermore, why can’t I have a car that has wheels that roll sideways? And why can’t Iron Man beat Goku? What if, say, Steven Pinker designed Tony Stark’s armor? What if I could fly? What if teeth were made of pineapples? Makes you think.
But, even if you’re not fat, if you’re a woman, you’re probably still so caught up with your toxic weight shit that you can’t even see straight. During my working life I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been part of these ridiculous workplace group diets. Almost all of the participants have been women. Sometimes they even try to bribe one another with money. They all put in ten dollars on the first week and whoever loses the most wins the pool at the end of 4 months, or whatever it is. Look, I’m like you. I’ve done it too. And at a perfectly normal, healthy weight I’ve done it. All because of a sick, shitful, ugly little voice in the back of my head that tells me I ought to be smaller.
And that’s the rub, right there. Exactly why do we want to be smaller? What exactly is the appeal of being smaller? How does it benefit us? Does it make us better mothers? Better students? Better lovers? Better artists? Scientists? Friends? Does it make us more badass badasses?
No, no, no, no, no. You must see that it doesn’t. It doesn’t do anything but make us smaller.
Babies and puppies are small. So are dimes and Skittles. You’re a fucking woman. A woman! You are entitled to occupy as much fucking space as you like with your awesomeness, and you better be suspicious as fuck of anybody who tells you differently.
Why, ladies? Why must we continue to whittle ourselves down? Who is it for? What is it for? You can walk through a certain aisle at the pharmacy or at the grocery store and see the language of diminishment all over the packaging for weight loss aids of all kinds. “Shrink your waist.” “Lose inches off your thighs.” “Slim down.” “Get skinny.”
How about “Grow your mind.” “Increase your confidence and productivity.” “Beef up your knowledge.” “Enlarge your scope of asskicking.”
That’s a valid message for women and girls: grow, expand, branch out, open up, get bigger, wider, faster, stronger, better, smarter. Go up not down. Get strong, not skinny.
You are not here to get smaller. You are not here to have a thin waist and thighs. You are not here to disappear. You’re here to change the world! Change the fucking world, then! Forget about “losing a few pounds.” Think about what you could be gaining instead."
no one i know enough to trust lives in my time zone, and the only person i’ve ever loved is off the map.