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The prevalence of the coyote as a trickster in American myth, the jackal as a trickster in African myth, and the fox as a trickster in Eurasian myth proves that the Funny Dogy is a staple across cultures
^ Funny Doggies of Myth and Legend Compilation
the snitchuation
given recent events, an important reminder
[ Video ID: A YTP of a training video for grocery store employees. A man in a grey suit and blue tie speaks to the camera, but his words have been edited in post: "If you suspect a customer of shoplifting, do not take action. Do not tell your manager for any reason. Your manager will take it too far. The key point to remember is, don't become a snitch. Any type of "snitchuation" affects your community negatively. We understand that many people are in financially detrimental types of situations. Do them a favor and don't get involved. Just let them steal from your store's enormous amount of extra profits because after all, everyone should be able to eat and that's common sense. Well, take care and stay fresh!" End ID. ]
Truncated text of tweet from MrPitBull, Mar 11, 2026:
She kept finding women in laboratory photographs from the 1800s. Then she read the published papers—and every single woman had vanished. Someone had erased them from history.
Yale University, 1969.
Margaret Rossiter was a graduate student studying the history of science. She was one of very few women in her program.
Every Friday afternoon, students and faculty gathered for beers and informal conversation. One week, Margaret asked a simple question: "Were there ever any women scientists?"
The faculty answered firmly: No.
Someone mentioned Marie Curie. The group dismissed it—her husband Pierre really deserved the credit.
Margaret didn't argue. But she also didn't believe them.
So she started looking.
She found a reference book called "American Men of Science"—essentially a Who's Who of scientific achievement. Despite the title, she was shocked to discover it contained entries about women. Botanists trained at Wellesley. Geologists from Vermont.
There were names. There were credentials. There were careers.
The professors had been wrong.
But Margaret's discovery was just the beginning. Because as she dug deeper into archives across the country, she found something far more disturbing.
Photograph after photograph showed women standing at laboratory benches, working with equipment, listed on research teams.
But when she read the published papers, the award citations, the official histories—those same women had disappeared. Their names were missing. Their contributions erased.
It wasn't random. It was systematic.
Women who designed experiments watched male colleagues publish results without giving them credit. Women whose discoveries were assigned to supervisors. Women listed in acknowledgments instead of as authors. Women passed over for awards that went to male collaborators who contributed far less.
Margaret realized she was witnessing a pattern that stretched across centuries.
Women had always been present in science. The record had simply pushed them aside.
She needed a name for what she was documenting.
In the early 1990s, she found it in the work of Matilda Joslyn Gage—a 19th-century suffragist who had written about this exact phenomenon in 1870.
In 1993, Margaret published a paper formally naming it: The Matilda Effect.
The term captured something that had been hidden in plain sight for generations. Once you knew the term, you saw it everywhere.
Her dissertation became a lifelong mission.
For more than 30 years, Margaret researched and wrote her landmark three-volume series: Women Scientists in America. She examined letters, institutional policies, individual careers. She gathered undeniable evidence that women in science had been consistently under-credited and structurally excluded.
Her work faced resistance. Many dismissed women's history as political rather than academic. Others insisted she was exaggerating.
Margaret didn't argue emotionally. She presented data. Documented cases. Patterns repeated across decades and institutions.
Eventually, the evidence became undeniable.
Her research helped restore recognition to scientists who had been erased:
Rosalind Franklin, whose X-ray work revealed DNA's structure—credit went to Watson and Crick.
Lise Meitner, who explained nuclear fission—omitted from the Nobel Prize.
Nettie Stevens, who discovered sex chromosomes—received little credit.
Cecilia Payne-Gaposchkin, who discovered stars are made of hydrogen—initially dismissed.
And countless others whose names had nearly vanished.
Margaret changed the narrative. Science was no longer just the story of solitary male geniuses. It became a story of collaboration that included women who had been written out.
The Matilda Effect became standard terminology. Scholars used it to examine how credit is assigned, how authors are listed, who receives awards, who gets left out.

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Western culture continues to manifest a great deal of ambivalence about cultural and sexual difference, as indicated by the way these tropes can be differentially valorized. We see how quickly they can move and exchange elements: For instance, Western representations of China rapidly shifted from a focus on luxury and imperial decadence to images of violence and barbarity, most recently connoted by Mao Zedong's cadres during the Cultural Revolution. Again, the turn often seems to be a function of anti-imperialist activities on the part of the people being exoticized, and continuing to use China as an example, we can see this in the way the so-called Boxer Rebellion of 1900 was represented in the West both at the time and subsequently as a wave of pure, faceless violence. Even those elements that at first glance appear positive, such as gentleness or sublimity, are part of a system of representation that objectifies difference as a way to justify racial and cultural supremacy. In colonial systems the apparently positive judgments are always underlain by an ambivalence that can ultimately have political implications as harmful as those implied by wholly negative characterizations.
This ambivalence seems to be a function, in part, of the self-referentiality of exotic images - which is to say, they speak to European concerns and obsessions - but the potential for tropes to be ambivalently valorized also ensures that all volition comes from the Westerner's desire. The power to represent is arranged so that it always appears to remain in the hands of the European, who at least in theory permits no backtalk or reciprocity on the part of the people being exoticized. The result of any dialogue is decided in advance. The ambivalent reaction the Westerner often feels when encountering exotic images is usually experienced as a kind of pleasurable unease, which has more to do with his or her relationship to power and difference than with his or her relationship to the people being exoticized.
Cannibal Culture by Deborah Root, pgs. 46-47
me: im disabled and have limits
the smartest most intelligent guy in the world with the most hugest dick ever like so big, like the biggest dick ever, man and also soooo intelligent and thoughtful and just so so intelligent: have you tried pushing yourself?
from my own experience and also from what i hear from others, the issue seems to stem from a fundamental misunderstanding of how i know my limits. i know because i have discovered and tested them. i push them sometimes, carefully. and occasionally i get ok results or at least nothing bad happens. but sometimes something does happen, so i MUST respect my limits.
but when i talk about disability to abled people, they assume its just a bad attitude. like ive defaulted to a "i cant" attitude. and that stems from a fundamental mistrust of disabled people, and the cultural grift of acting like bad things can only exist in the mind. yes i know this is old news. anyways.
sometimes i read bad books and imagine what i would say to the author if i was their editor such as "im sorry your last editor wanted you to look stupid in front of everyone" and "dont publish this as is"

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I had to mentally send myself a reaction image the other day. I ran up the stairs on all fours, said to myself “i’m such a locationpilled scampercel” and then perfectly envisioned this image
please i've already hurt so much
THIS IS FUCKING UNUSABLE
I hope the servers for the “fandom wiki” melt into slag and the site goes down and is never reinstated.
You should check out breezewiki! It makes fandom wiki pages readable lol. They have a browser extension to auto redirect you to their site when you click on fandom links. You can also just replace the word "fandom" in the URL with "breezewiki" and that will work. Also if you don't already have an adblocker get ublock origin
Thank you for the tip about breezewiki, that’s genuinely interesting
i have ublock on firefox on my laptop but Unfortunately i was on my phone, which i’ve never been able to get adblockers to work properly on
Mozilla VPN is relatively cheap and works really well on mobile, it takes care of most of the ads and tracking on its own.
the adblockers i use on my mobile and work well without VPN are Ghostery, Privacy Badger, Clear URLs, and Ublock Origin. they tend to pick up each other's slack!
Unfortunately, Mozilla VPN uses the server infrastructure of Mullvad, and it recently came to light that the CEO of Mullvad is the primary source of funding for the fascist Örebro Party in Sweden. So I don’t use either of those VPN services.
I appreciate the adblocker reccomendations though.
"I want molly" "I want percs" well you're getting leeches
you think those are posts youre posting?
reading the fourth wing bc it was immediately available on audio and im about 6 chapters in but none of the character motivations make any sense at all. why does violet have to not want to be a rider and also want to be a rider and why is her mom forcing her to go to rider school like she doesnt have a disability that makes her particularly unfit for military service. why dont they tell the applicants to rider/officer school what kind of boots to wear so they are not dying unnecessarily on the way to the school. like ok maybe if there was not an exam and they just have so many people in the general populace to spare that they just dont have to care if ppl without good boots die or not but it does not seem like theyre in a glut of people rn. and they already passed the entrance exam so these are highly skilled people who could be doing other shit but theyre gonna die bc they didnt wear good boots. this is why the griffon country is trying to raid yall all the time, your country is run by the dumbest motherfuckers on the planet

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There's an attitude I've been seeing more and more of where having any kind of artistic opinion that isn't praise is seen as some kind of faux pas designed to yuck people's yum or whatever, and while I understand the kneejerk response behind it I do have to wonder like. How sustainable do you think it is to foster an environment where even the most casual criticism is met with hoards of defensive with Whoa Mama Mia Cunt Let People Enjoy Things style comments
OK so yes feedback is necessary specifically in art but I have seen people just be full on mean or unnecessarily harsh. There's creative criticism and then there's just being a dick for the sake of it.
Okay. And I'm saying people are allowed to, when they want to, on their blogs, be a dick about things for the sake of it if they feel like doing it. I'm wildly skeptical of the idea that constructive critique is the only kind of feedback one is "allowed" to make in their own siloed corner of the internet, or that insistence on this will somehow create a healthier space for expressing opinions.
Once again. I can understand the kneejerk impulse here, I do. It sucks to imagine, say, a creator scrolling online coming across some needlessly vitriolic post about something they worked on. But anyone is allowed to go "That's dickish" and move on, or people can engage with "I think this is oversimplified blah blah" if they want to but at the end of the day it isn't some kind of crime against the hobby or a fandom or even a singular person if someone just shoots off "This sucked I wasted my night" in their own accounts.
Like. A lot of people are trending towards thinking I'm talking about the importance of constructive criticism and like, sure, I think that is probably a more interesting avenue of analyzing something's flaws, but once again if you're not like, addressing an artist or interested in doing a deep dive that doesn't mean you're Not Allowed to be flippant or quick to judge. It's kind of startling how many times I've seen someone be like, "I can't stand this album" on their blogs, untagged, had that shit shared, only for it to come across someone's feed and for them to respond with "Why? What's wrong with it? People are allowed to like it, why are you being so negative, why are you tearing people down for no reason, this isn't even real critique," as though the intention in the first place ever was or ought to have been substantive critique in the first place.
It's difficult to articulate my feelings on this, but I do increasingly feel that the insistence upon there being a correct form of disliking something that precludes the possibility of making anyone feel insecure or hurt because they like it is significantly more stultifying than an atmosphere where people can shoot off "Fuck this" and be blocked or ignored for it
got cornflakes for fried chicken & the back of the box has its own recipe. easy as pie. "rinse chicken tenders with cold water and coat with crushed kelloggs corn flakes cereal." and then cook. no binding agent. no seasoning. nothing but a pile of flavorless chicken with a side of the extra-dried-out cornflakes that fell off it. serve warm with your favorite dipping sauce. doesnt even say serve hot. Serve Warm. wouldnt wanna get too wild with it. truly this is the spirit of cornflakes