I'm a 27-year-old Hungarian-Floridian bioarchaeologist and professor, as well as an avid writer, gamer, and sci-fi enthusiast. Although this is a multi-fandom blog, you'll find that, at the moment, Sebastian Stan features most prominently.
It is so well known that women are better and safer drivers than men that OUR CAR INSURANCE RATES ARE LOWER. Women get into fewer accidents, get fewer DUIs, and receive fewer speeding tickets than men.
“women never shut up”
Several scientific studies have shown that not only do men talk more than women, they also think that women have been talking for much longer than they actually have. Men interrupt and talk over women, dominate conversations, and still think women talk too much.
“women are shallow”
Lol next
“my wife is my ball and chain lmao”
Multiple studies have shown that marriage between men and women:
Increases male lifespan, decreases female lifespan
Decreases male depression rates, increases female depression rates
Decreases male stress levels, increases female stress levels
Increases male health and happiness, decreases female health and happiness
Increases a man’s chance of getting a raise or promotion, decreases a woman’s chances of getting a raise or promotion
“women are too emotional”
Men love to say this about women after hurting them, in order to shift the blame and dismiss their feelings in one go. In reality, women are taught to hold our tongues and control ourselves quite literally from birth. We’re taught to put men’s needs and wants ahead of our own emotions regardless of the personal cost. Men are taught to do more or less whatever the fuck they want to women. Men take their emotions out on women while women are expected to shove theirs down.
I could go on and on but I don’t really think I need to.
“women can’t drive” (The Guardian) (CBS News) (Insurance Institute for Highway Safety)
“women talk to much” (PBS, resources included)
“women are shallow” (just read the book, Dataclysm. by okcupid founder (?) that includes data about sex, gender, race, in finding online romantic partners)
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So there has been a bit of “what if humans were the weird ones?” going around tumblr at the moment and Earth Day got me thinking. Earth is a wonky place, the axis tilts, the orbit wobbles, and the ground spews molten rock for goodness sakes. What if what makes humans weird is just our capacity to survive? What if all the other life bearing planets are these mild, Mediterranean climates with no seasons, no tectonic plates, and no intense weather?
What if several species (including humans) land on a world and the humans are all “SCORE! Earth like world! Let’s get exploring before we get out competed!” And the planet starts offing the other aliens right and left, electric storms, hypothermia, tornadoes and the humans are just … there… counting seconds between flashes, having snowball fights, and just surviving.
To paraphrase one of my favorite bits of a ‘humans are awesome’ fiction megapost: “you don’t know you’re from a Death World until you leave it.” For a ton of reasons, I really like the idea of Earth being Space Australia.
“You’re telling me that you have… settlements. On islands with active volcanism?”
“Well, yeah. I’m not about to tell Iceland and Hawaii how to live their lives. Actually, it’s kind of a tourist attraction.”
“What, the molten rock?”
“Well, yeah! It’s not every day you see a mountain spew out liquid rocks! The best one is Yellowstone, though. All these hot springs and geysers from the supervolcano–”
“You ACTIVELY SEEK OUT ACTIVE SUPERVOLCANOES?”
“Shit, man, we swim in the groundwater near them.”
‘But surely you have records of volcanic activity doing tremendous damage to human settlements.’
‘Yep. Pompeii is legendary. Entire cities went. Towns buried under lava, peoples’ brains boiled in the first rush of heat, loads more killed by falling pumice.’
‘ah, good, they learned their lesson and didn’t build there again.’
‘…well…’
‘Are you seriously telling me this volcano is legendary for killing several urban conurbations and you built on top of it AGAIN?’
‘In our defence it hasn’t actually done it since.’
‘What about earthquake-prone areas? Tell me you’re at least vaguely sensible about those.’
‘Oh yeah. After the first major earthquake that flattens a city, we build them better.’
This reminds me of a bit from Doctor Who. There’s this asteroid that’s literally right next to a black hole and it won’t go in. The Doctor said something like:
“I love you humans. You see an asteroid sitting right next to a black hole unaffectedly, and you don’t say ‘Oh, that’s weird, let’s send a probe and see what’s up.’ No! You guys just fly out right there, land on it and build a whole research station and live in it!”
This quote from Nietzsche I think best captures the Human spirit: “The secret of realizing the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment of existence is: to live dangerously! Build your cities on the slopes of Vesuvius! Send your ships out into uncharted seas! Live in conflict with your equals and with yourselves! Be robbers and ravagers as soon as you cannot be rulers and owners…”
That’s why there’s a bit of freedom found in driving a car that’s close to dying. It makes every trip an adventure! Will that one noise finally be what does it in today? How many more miles can you eek out of this thing?
Alien: Hold on… my translator is malfunctioning… I was certain you said you said that not only does your moon somehow have no atmosphere, but that you sent people there too! One of those must be wrong…
Human: Nope! We sent people there a lot of times! Here are the ships used…
Alien: Wait…. how does it go from a towering monstrosity to a tiny casule that could fit in my bathroom?
Human: Oh, well, that big part is just the rocket!
Alien: …
Human: What?
Alien: You… strapped three people… to a giant, building-sized bomb… in order to travel to the least hospitable location you could conceive, namely a lifeless moon pockmarked with impacts, in a pair of craft whose thickest surface is thinner than my finger, and it actually worked…?
Human: What, you didn’t?
Alien: Our moons are lush and habitable and we get there by flying via two-stage elevation craft and solar wind!
Human: Well shucks…
Alien: At least… *Gulp* at least tell me you took the time to explore your moon and make all that risk worth it. That’s why you went, right?
Human: Actually, we went there pretty much just to prove that we *could* so one country could rub that fact in another country’s face…
Alien: I… I don’t… I….
Human: And we almost lost some guys the thirteenth time we went!
Alien: Th-Then why didn’t you stop….? Gah, nevermind! At least your people were wise enough to stay out of the deadly depths of the ocean…
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Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we set our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The last time I kept a diary was in high school. I'd chronicled my short-lived relationship with Jon and the start of my long-lived relationship with Britton, so it's fitting that once again I'm writing about my love life. Or lack thereof.
Britton and I broke up for good when I was around twenty-one, which means I've been effectively single for seven years. It was necessary. I had a lot of shit to process and a long way to go before I felt "myself" again. I'd lost myself with Britton, became someone I neither recognized nor liked, not wholly due to the toxic relationship. It was volatile and twisted and as far from an idealized version of love as it could be. He broke my heart--repeatedly--, and maybe I broke his, too. And then one day, I woke up. Suddenly, instead of wanting to spend the rest of my life with him (or thinking I did), I felt annoyed, even repulsed, by him. The thought of staying another hour with him became repugnant to me. While there were several factors that led to the drastic change of feelings (e.g., his complete lack of emotional support when my father was in the hospital), chiefest among them was the clearing of my head. I dusted off my rationality, reclaimed my dignity, took my long-ignored sensibility from the closet, and moved on, feeling better than I'd felt in years. I was single and free and happy. I focused on getting to know myself again, though I was barely like the naive eighteen-year-old of the pre-Britton era. I fancied I was tougher, more resilient for having endured the heartache, and wiser, more cautious for having learned from my mistakes.
For years, I was content to be alone. I retreated from the world, limited my social experiences to family and a few close friends. I returned to writing, finishing entire novels and existing in the worlds of my characters, who were and still are better company than most people I meet. I learned to sew. I took up German and Finnish and linguistics in general. I researched everything I could in an effort to better myself and perhaps as an apology to my brain, which had vehemently argued against Britton but was summarily ignored. I got to know the new me inside and out. I learned my strengths and weaknesses, the things I liked and disliked about myself. I explored my sexuality, experimented, and didn't miss sex with men. With my lack of a social life, I had ample time to make up for my ignorance and stupidity over the last three and a half years.
Fast forward to this summer. I had two months alone in Budapest, so I figured it was as good a time as any to plunge back into dating. I felt ready. I was good at casual. It suited my fickle nature and my aversion to affection. The sex was good, sometimes fantastic, and the conversations were enlightening. And then I met Ian, the last man I was with in Budapest. It wouldn't have even happened had my semi-regular hook-up not been in Germany that week. Maybe it was fated, maybe it was dumb luck, but when I shook Ian's hand that night, it felt significant. I felt a chemistry with him unlike anything I'd felt before. He was funny and intelligent and the most well-traveled person I'd ever met. He was genuinely interested in my research and work. He was kind, and when he spoke about teaching, my heart melted. The sex was intense--passionate but slow and full of something suspiciously resembling affection, except it didn't make me twitchy, like it usually would. And as he held my gaze, I felt a change, a ripple, a crackle in the air. I was connected with him. My heart was taken, but I didn't yet know it. He left Hungary, then I did, but the memory of our time together refused to fade, and my attraction for him only grew with the distance. I feel for him what I feel for Hungary--a soul-deep yearning to be reunited. What that means I don't know. During those seven years, I believed I would be single forever, and I was happy with that. I'd even begun to plan for a future accordingly. But that changed after I met Ian.
I've never truly been in love, but I imagine this is what the precursor to it feels like. It's terrifying yet comforting, foreign yet natural. I want to hear about his family and travels and students and past. I want to experience life with him--both the mundane and the extraordinary. I want to travel with him, to hole up just the two of us in a cottage in the English countryside, to show him Hungary, and to discover new places together. I want to explore this brave, new world of not-singlehood with him. And, perhaps most surprising of all, he seemed to reciprocate my feelings. He felt a connection with me, was left wanting more after our brief time together, though it was meant only to be a hook-up. He lamented the distance, expressed desire and affection for me, called me "beautiful" and "stunning", and included me when he talked about future activities and travels. He wanted more than sex. He seemed to like my sense of humor and found my intelligence "exciting". I didn't have to prompt him to keep in touch; he made plans to Skype and even to fly to Florida to see me. Basically, he wanted me. It was breathtaking.
Until reality hit home for both of us. This was crazy. Reckless. Irrational. Illogical. And ultimately doomed to end. There would always be distance between us, if not an ocean, then part of Europe and a channel. We fly back and forth, spend money that should be saved, only for it to end. Because who decides which one of us uproots his or her life? I won't leave Hungary, not now when I've waited so long to live there again and to build its stable isotope program. So that means he leaves England to move to a country whose language he doesn't speak to be with a girl he met on Tinder. I can neither ask nor expect that of him, which is why it must end now, before critical money is spent, time is invested, and emotions grow deeper. My heart is already breaking. I've already cried more than I care to admit. The days already seem just a little bit dimmer. Contrary to what I believed, I am actually less resilient than I used to be, and I don't think I can weather love lost nearly as well anymore. Because that's what it would be. Because I'm falling in love with Ian, and it's too late to stop it. I wanted to run away from it--almost did, in fact. I grew distant and cold and prompted Ian to pull away. And things haven't been the same since. We talk less, and even when we do, it's superficial. He's reconsidering coming in April, perhaps even reconsidering whatever this is between us. My gut feeling is that this is the end, but neither of us wants to talk about it. And my heart is breaking, because I think we could have worked, were it not for the distance. He's not sure if this is real, but I am. It's real for me, it's significant, it's precious. But it's not precious enough.
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Hurricane Matthew was a dick, but, after nearly 3 days without electricity, the lights (and everything else) came back on a few minutes ago. Thanks to those who replied to my initial post. The messages were much appreciated, especially when it got dark and dull.
In case you saw on the news, Hurricane Matthew is currently affecting Florida. I live in Florida right now. My power just went out, so will shut off phone to conserve battery after this. Just wanted to let anyone know who may have been vaguely curious about my status. No rain, moderate wind that sounds worse than it is. Will update when I can. xo
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my favorite new trump supporter conspiracy theory is that hillary clinton was wearing a hidden earpiece feeding her debate answers because to them it’s simply implausible that a yale law school graduate is better at words and facts than an oversized circus peanut with hair
There’s also one where they have a picture of her scratching her upper lip or something and /clearly/ that was a signal to Lester. About what who knows. But it was a signal. She cheated and the furry cheeto should win by default.
