Stressed Depressed and Kind of a Mess

Like, if I as a person living in poverty am skeptical and wary of the middle class neighborhood down the road, it's because they keep proving to me that they want to throw me and my neighbors under the fucking bus so they can pretend they'll be Bezos-rich one day.

I'm tired of seeing really condescending "the middle class is not your enemy!" posts when I never see "people living in poverty are justified in their rage, because living in poverty is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE" posts.

If me being tired of eating rice and ramen noodles for six months straight makes me vent-post about how tired I am of driving past cookie-cutter middle class houses on my way back to my 900 square foot apartment with six people living in it, I get dogpiled by people telling me that the middle class is not my enemy.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

Egypt's first female ship captain Marwa Elselehdar has been falsely accused as being the captain of the Ever Given by some foreign media, in a story that went viral and garnered a lot of hate towards her.

The only problem? She was 370km away at the time, acting as the first mate of another ship (Aida IV) and had nothing to do with the situation in the Suez Canal.

once i got the wheelchair, i got into it, collapsed my cane, and began a combo of wheeling and scooting myself with my feet to the elevator, so we could go to the food court. the wheelchair was manual, and a shitty one at that, and i have horrible upper body strength, so this was how i could keep up.

my god, the amount of high and mighty people that stared at me as i made my way with my friends. i could practically see them staring intently at my legs, waiting for any sign that i was undeserving of a wheelchair. they would look at my legs, i would stare them in the eyes, they would meet my eyes, and bashfully look away. i began to get embarassed, and exclusively used my arms to wheel myself, not using my legs. so that judging people would not frown at my moving legs. this was painful, and i was painfully slow.

we eventually made it to the food court, and split up. (with a little help from my girlfriend, who, god bless her, wheeled me with my consent over to the burger joint.) i wheeled myself into line, and the amount of people who asked me, looking at my phone, if i needed help, was insane. no! i’m waiting for a burger! and then, inevitably, when i got my meal, no one at the counter was willing to help me assemble all of the things onto a tray to carry back to my friends. i slowly wheeled back to my friends, precariously balancing my burger and shake, while people stepped in front of me to ask if i needed help. no! just move! i got it!

eventually, we travelled back to the help desk to hand back in the wheelchair, and i began the cane walk of shame back to my car. people who had seen my scoot/wheel past, saw me with my cane and gave me dirty looks, and i could feel my cheeks heat up. it was embarrassing and infuriating. i wanted to yell at them and tell them all the gory details of my medical history. i was so mad. but i was in public with my friends, so i kept walking.

the only positive thing that happened, was when i got into the up elevator, a middle aged wheelchair user using the same technique as me in her custom chair scooted out of the elevator, and gave me a thumbs up as i got in, and smiled at me. thinking back on it, it makes me think about how the people who really get it, are the people who are living it. it sounds mean and alienating, but it’s true. i find talking to disabled people about these things so much better than talking to abled people, because i feel like i can be a person, rather than an encyclopedia.

[ID: a fake government and nhs poster in the style of the ones with hand washing instructions. there are six diagrams of the actions a person makes while washing their hands, numbered 1 to 6, all with captions. they read:

1. However thoroughly 2. You wash your hands 3. If you voted for 4. This government 5. Your hands will never 6. Be truly clean

the diagrams for numbers 5 and 6 show two hands palms up, with blood on both of them.

the writing underneath the diagrams reads: “Austerity kills. Incompetence kills.”

underneath that is a fake government slogan, which reads (in all caps): “Stay alert > Boris’s blunders > cost lives” /end ID]

for fellow austins and the rest of texas

Hi my name is Anne, im 17. The college im attending this fall, School of the Art Intitute of Chicago, requires all their students to have an macbook pro (1200$). Neither me or my family can afford that on top of all the other fees and funds going to this school has brought on. I start school on Sept. 2nd which is about a month away. So I have a month to get this computer that is required by the college.

please share!!