Currently Me

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

About a guy who escaped North Korea

He said living there was like living in a pot

And he grew up there, so he grew into the shape of the pot

But once he was out

And the pot was gone

He was still in the shape of the pot

And he had to work really hard to grow outside that shape

I think its the same with alot of things

Art, gender presentation, decoration prefrences, food, hobbies

you happy in favor of

what kept you alive.

As a white person raised in a white supremacist society, you’re gonna fuck up sometimes. That’s just a fact. But racialized people often aren’t able/comfortable speaking up when y’all do some shit because of the power imbalance/not feeling up to educating when you may be resistant/don’t think the “fight” will be Worth It.

Show initiative without making it A Struggle or playing the white guilt card. Show you actually care about them, their struggles, and the way you interact with them BEFORE they have to have a bigger Conversation with you, beyond when they need to yell about someone else being racist.

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Art style meme part 3. Thanks for all the great suggestions!

I miss the days when Dropout doing copaganda was a ridiculous joke that would never actually happen.

I miss the days when Dropout doing copaganda was a ridiculous joke that would never actually happen.

I miss the days when Dropout doing copaganda was a ridiculous joke that would never actually happen.

I miss the days when Dropout doing copaganda was a ridiculous joke that would never actually happen.

And the show kind of stops there too, because Michael doesn't have a reassurance for her. He knows he's supposed to say something comforting, and he tells her that, and he's an extradimensional being that knows a LOT more than her and he's stumped.

But. I'm not.

The thing is, Eleanor isn't right.

it was never about Eleanor's worth.

Eleanor was ALWAYS worth changing for, and it didn't matter.

Michael's whole deal through the entire show is that even the most garbage human beings are worth something for who they could be tomorrow, or the day after that, or the day after that, or however long it takes for them to learn and grow and change. Of course Eleanor was worth changing for! She was always worth changing for!

But a tree cannot change into autumn colors until it has grown leaves, the same way a person cannot change until they have grown the ability.

Eleanor's "worth" does not factor into it. No matter how she feels about it, it was not on her. She was worth it, and it's not on her that her mother couldn't change yet. It was not a failure on her part of not doing or being enough to force a change in her mother. It is not a failing of worth on Eleanor's part.