senrid:

enjchiladas:

Man it’s really important that when you say to a kid “sorry doesn’t cut it this time” that you explain how a real apology works

Explain that when they apologize they should recognize what they did wrong, apologize for it, and tell the person what behavior they’ll fix so it doesn’t happen again.

Because if you just tell a kid “sorry doesn’t cut it this time” then tell them nothing else what the hell are they gonna do? They’re gonna sit and wonder why the thing you told them to do wasn’t right this time, but have no ideas what to do past it. They’re just gonna be confused. And it’s our job as adults to explain this stuff to them.

Also, if you threaten a child into giving an apology, it’s not a real apology. They aren’t saying sorry because they’re sorry, they’re saying it because you’re forcing them to.

Same goes for “it’s okay.” Don’t make children act out the “I’m sorry” / “It’s okay” script when the one might not actually be sorry, and the second might not actually be okay.

rivendellrose:

jessicalprice:

winterlive:

jadelyn:

lubiddu:

jedisteverogers:

hihiyas:

rainnecassidy:

pagetbewbster:

chidoree:

if you threw a pad or tampon into a crowd of boys they would probably all scream and it would be like that scene from monsters inc where george gets contaminated by a sock

story time

ok so in high school on away game days, the football players and cheerleaders would have to share busses because our school was broke as fuck so our cheer bus would always have a group of varsity footballerers in the back of it. one day my genius friend and I were discussing our feminist rage when she said “bridget you should totally throw a tampon back there and see what they do” and me being myself, stood up and hurled a one (1) tampon at the Manly Men. IT LOOKED LIKE A WAR MOVIE. THE BROS FACES WERE FILLED WITH HORROR AS THEIR BUDDY GOT SHOT. HE WENT DOWN SO DRAMATICALLY AS SCREAMS FILLED THE BUS. BOYS WERE SLINKING AS FAR AWAY FROM THE DEADLY TAMPON AS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE. ONE BRO WAS EYEING THE EMERGENCY WINDOW WITH ALL SERIOUSNESS, READY TO FREE HIMSELF FROM THE THREAT. BEING IN CHICAGO, THE BUS DRIVER PULLED OVER ASSUMING A KID ACTUALLY GOT SHOT. A GIRL HAD TO GO GET THE TAMPON SO THE GUYS WOULD STOP SHITTING THEIR PANTS AND SIT THEIR ASSES THE FUCK BACK DOWN.

I have deduced 2 things from this whole experience:
1. men are ridiculous
2. I wish I had thrown more than one tampon

TRUE STORY

When my brother was in high school, as a prank, someone stuck a pad to the front bumper of his truck.  A CLEAN, UNUSED PAD.

My brother came home from high school, 17 years old, CRYING and my dad made ME go get it off his truck.

I had honestly forgotten about that until just now.

I sincerely regret never having done this during my school days.

story time (again!)

one time, in the middle of my freshman year, I was sitting in the band hall talking to a bunch of friends before school. let me preface this story by saying they were all guys (one of the hazards of being in the saxophone section–guys outnumbered the girls 6:1). Anyway, I dug around in my backpack for a tampon and slipped it into the sleeve of my sweater and was about to excuse myself to the restroom (which, if anybody has been paying attention, they would’ve known what was going on, because I’ve never been exactly subtle about things like this) but one of the guys kind of guffaws and goes “what’s in your sleeve? a tampon?” and I guess the way he rolled the word off his tongue like it was some kind of insult really bothered me, so I just pulled the brand new, still wrapped tampon out of my sleeve and went “you guessed it” and popped him across the cheek with it. I walked away to the restroom, vaguely aware of the strangled noises and sounds of disbelief and horror coming from the group of guys. They were all paying attention enough to know that I was digging in my bag for a tampon or pad, but apparently, the sight of the thing was too much for them. That group of guys couldn’t look me in the eyes for a few weeks, all because of a wrapped tampon

Yep. I’m an electrician, and we carry voltage meters with us (slang: “Wiggy”, from an old brand name of meter that just about no one uses any more). They take up too much space to put in a tool pouch, so if you don’t want to leave it in the tool box/bag, you’ll have a separate pouch on your tool belt for it. A long, narrow pouch that is convenient as hell for putting spare tampons in where they’ll stay clean and undamaged until needed.

A lot of the guys just leave their meters back in their tool boxes, which are in the gang box, which is usually some hike away from the actual work. So, “can I borrow your meter?” is something I hear a lot. And the response is always, “sure.” They always emit a high-pitched scream (somewhat similar to the tone emitted by the meter when voltage is present) when the tampons fall out when they take out the meter. “WHAT ARE *THOSE* DOING IN THERE?!!” I’ll pick one up and do my best Groucho Marx imitation (with the tampon as cigar): “Whaddya think they’re doing in there, sweetheart?” (wiggling eyebrows, “cigar” tapping). Their reaction is adorable. In almost thirty years of doing this work, I’ve yet to get a blase–“oops, didn’t mean to drop your tampons” response.

So what I’m getting from this is tampon shotguns/grenades as a weapon against overaggressive dudes in public spaces, y/y?

oh my god, what a genius idea.  some dude won’t shut the fuck up, you don’t even look up from your phone as you pull a tampon out of the bag and just wave it at the motherfucker like a wizard’s wand.  AWAAAAAAY.

Men are so fucking fragile.

But hey, noted. Tampons essentially = mace. 

Semi-unrelated, but I have to share this:

The very afternoon that I moved out of the dorms into my first (still on-campus) college apartment, I stepped out of my room to encounter one of my new roommates walking to the bathroom. She was holding a tampon aloft, making “NYOOOOM” noises as she “flew” it into the bathroom. 

“Oh,” she said when she saw me. “Hi!” 

So, y’know. The real difference between men and women, right there.

I’m probably going to be without internet for a few days when we officially move into our new place. You guys might miss me, but my fandom blog followers probably won’t even notice I’m gone. I’m pretty sure I could leave that queue alone for three days at least without running it out, and that’s with it set to post at highest frequency. If I lowered the posting frequency, I bet I could get it to last for a week.

I’ve been toying with starting a queue for this blog too. I might, but I’d have to work a little harder to find content. We’ll see.

butterflyinthewell:

Disabled lives are as important as nondisabled lives.

The people who murder us get off too easy.

The lack of resources get blamed instead of the people who kill us.

Our murderers’ actions are “understandable” because we’re such “burdens”.

We deserve justice as much as able-bodied people who get murdered.

Our disabilities are not tragic, our senseless and ignored deaths are the tragedy.

Stop murdering us.

Stop apologizing for our murderers.

Stop ignoring our voices.

WE EXIST.

penfairy:

One of my history professors is this scarily intense German guy, and today we were talking about the peer reviewing process and how vicious some academics can get, so I casually asked him what the worst review he’d ever received was.

He became very stony-faced, looked off into the distance and said, completely deadpan and in his thick accent:

“It does not matter. They are dead now.”

I think my professor has killed a man.

hoodrichjay:

enjoy your own company. It’s ok to go shopping alone, go to the movies alone, go out to eat alone. be happy with yourself