thus my tale of woe continues

my mom is in fact aware that dandelions exist. she temporarily forgot the name and there was some miscommunication.

the truth is actually weirder

she’s aware dandelions look like this

she is familiar with this flower. she knows the name of this flower. she declines to believe, however, that these are also dandelions

she does not believe these are the same plant. I tried to explain, and she thought I was either misinformed or lying. so I asked her what exactly did she think the yellow ones were called?

gosh I enjoy this website

Which sucks

Because that’s the — and I am using a specific term for specific fucking reasons — the value proposition of tumblr

Every social media network has a “share” functionality, but the cultural structure of tumblr IS sharing

I hate scrutinizing every image I see

I hate going back and deleting old posts but I am not going to tolerate them

I don’t even want to be sharp or biting anymore.

I felt the rage and hate against the technology the instant I saw how it was made, what it cost, what it costs to perpetuate

I am left with a hollow, quiet, empty sadness that the art education and availability to the sloppists is so poor that curiosity in Making Things was never inspired within you, and continues to be a lack in your life.

I am equally sorry that that they exist in a toxic sea of artistic negativity towards anything other than a specific and rigid set of criteria separates out ACCEPTABLE vs NOT ACCEPTABLE.

There is no barrier to entry in making art. I can prove it to anyone whom doubts me by pointing to children of any country at any point in human history, including now. They are making stuff. Why can’t you.