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IDK who needs to hear this but if there's something in your life that makes you feel better, but you never stick to it,
it's still actually perfectly fine to do it
and you shouldn't stop yourself from starting just because it won't be a permanent change.
Like if starting a new daily planner gives you an amazing afternoon of planning and four days where you feel in charge of your life,
why not do it?
It doesn't matter that it won't be a permanent change - 4 good days is still worth it.
If you ever catch yourself thinking, "I wish I could pray/stretch/prep/plan/do the thing, but I always get started on that and it never lasts more than a couple of days,"
what this really means is, "hey, I can feel better for a couple of days."
if this post is making you think of things in your own life that you wish you could stick to because of how good they make you feel,
just be aware:
you're not thinking of a list of ways you've failed to commit
you're thinking of a list of things that make you happy, and you should give yourself permission to start doing them as often as you want to
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saw a woman talking about how betrayed she felt by her female gyno who really hurt her during a pap smear & claimed the cervix has no nerve endings. & i really do feel for her but also I think this is the problem with people only viewing medical bigotry and abuse as a problem that is the byproduct of other forms of bigotry & not tied to how the medical establishment works inherently.
it's not just "that doctor has internalized misogyny" it's that western medicine is, as in so many parts of our culture, deeply authoritarian. the patient is meant to be a passive problem to be solved by the active doctor. there is meant to be a stark harsh line between you and the doctor, where you are pure of any medical knowledge and simply report the raw data & let the doctor interpret it. this is how the system works. it fucks over marginalized groups the most because that's how marginalization works, but even a thin white abled cis man could get fucked over by this shit if he's unlucky.
female doctors will not save us! trans doctors will not save us! doctors of color will not save us! these are all GOOD things and we DO need more representation in the medical field, it DOES help. but it will not save us. the same goes with teaching as well frankly. these issues cannot be reduced down to simply getting more people from columns B C and D into the same fucked system. nothing can make up for the societal change of heart we really need.
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i must say, i am a huge fan of when a book is in the middle of a very exciting plot containing many interesting problems when out of nowhere for a few pages it's like, "hey by the way, real quick, here's a detailed explanation of the city's water filtration system! i'm telling you this for a reason and you should worry about it. anyway! haha okay back to the plot" and you just get to be Scared for a while
reading a historical romance novel and reflecting on the way these stories often present woke nobility for the contemporary reader. a big thing is servants. you can’t not have servants in those times but many modern readers think “but I would never have servants. it would be so weird to have servants” and in order to make the protagonists of the story more relatable they are actually friends with the servants. but flip your perspective and think of it from the side of the servants. wouldn’t it be so awful if your boss was always trying to be friends with you. a really common thing you’ll see is the woke baronet having tea in the kitchen with the servants bc he’s not like other baronets. but what if your boss wanted to hang out and talk during your lunch break every day. not so charming when you think about it that way
If you've got a mostly empty bobbin and are about to do a bunch of visible topstitching it's best to temporarily switch to a full bobbin and then go back to the mostly empty one when you're back to doing stitching that won't show.
I do think part of the reason we don't have standardized clothes sizing is because clothes are. Really complicated. Most of them do actually have more than one aspect of fit. It makes sense that companies resist printing like the dozens of measurements they use to make, say, a pair of jeans. On one level, it's just a lot for a customer to think about and consider. And then on the other...
They don't want people to understand that "the problem" they have is that the jeans aren't made for them. Manufacturers prefer for them to continue buying jeans they don't like and feeling like their body is the problem.
But if you had to list all the measurements, it would quickly get really obvious suddenly how many decisions got made as "these jeans are actually only for people of one body type" and "wait, all the jeans basically are made for this same body type". Which might make more room for competitors to actually make jeans for different body types! Can't be having that!
I just get so upset! People constantly have the same problems with clothes they own and conclude that it's an inherent problem with their body, often incorrectly assuming it has to do with having more fat/muscles even when it's about a completely different measurement. Because nobody fucking knows about crotch length!!! They don't think about it!
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So I had a job interview today and there was a dude in the waiting room who was chatting up every AFAB person in the waiting room whether they responded or not, and kept going “Hey I’m real good at Origami Swans you want one?” and then writing his number on sticky notes before making paper cranes and handing them to his latest target before turning his attention to the next lady in his vicinity. A little sad, a lot annoying, but unlikely to be dangerous. Whatever.
Dude gets to me. We have half a conversation where he asks me personal questions and I don’t look up from my phone. I get my “Swan”. I’m the last AFAB person in the room so he’s kinda sitting there.
I get to a post about a friend needing moral and/or spiritual support before a medical procedeure, so my ADHD ass goes Oh hey, we have an animal effigy we could sacrifice to the relevant gods! So I take out my lighter and burn the swan roughly 23 seconds after the dude gave it to me, and crush the ashes in my hand because I belatedly realize there’s no sink for me to throw this in. Oh well. Purell the ashes off.
I look up. Dude, and everyone else in the waiting room is staring at me.
“You, uh. Smoke?” Dude tries.
What I Meant To Say: “No I just carry a lighter as a holdover from survival camp as a kid, and if I’m wearing synthetic fabrics that start to ravel, I can use the flame to melt them a bit so they stop.”
What I Actually Said: “No I just have one in case I need to set something on fire.”
I put the lighter away. The hiring manager comes out and calls my name. I go back and have what I think was a reasonably sucessful job interview. I come back out.
going to the eye doctor this week because i have started squinting at stuff......i have had perfect vision for 22 years and now...im so sorry every1.....what do i do how do i pick glasses?????
oKAY so a lot of people will be very happy to tell you all about what colors and shapes suit your undertones and the shape of your face. I will not do this because I don't understand it at all. here are my very AuDHD recommendations:
have a budget in mind before you go. some frames cost like $50 at a brick and mortar, some like $300. maybe more these days/if you go to a fancy place. I actually like to pick two budget numbers: one I'm willing to spend on "I don't love these but they're fine" and one for "okay, if they're perfect in every other respect I might be willing to spend a little extra."
try to go on a day you're not already overstimulated. if they dilate your eyes and you have the option logistically to come back a different day to pick out glasses, do that! (or order them through Zenni or another online retailer; you can often save quite a bit of money this way, but the downside of getting them not-in-person is you can't get them adjusted by a pro right away.)
try on SO many frames. maybe grab a bunch that look interesting right away, or maybe grab just a few that are different styles to start with. (if you're really worried about making extra work for the employees you can always ask them what they want you to do with the ones you try on but don't want; but I promise they're used to people doing this and probably unfortunately worse.)
some initial considerations for picking which frames to try on: what colors tend to show up a lot in your wardrobe? grab some frames that are those colors, and/or whose colors you like in combination with those colors. (note that I don't say "go together"; colors going together is a social construct deeply influenced by white supremacy and cisheteropatriarchy. do whatever you want forever.) what are some styles you like? presumably some people who habitually wear that style also wear glasses. this might be one of the few times pinterest is useful for something but if so you will have to undertake that quest without my guidance, for there I do not tread. you can also look to fictional characters or real life famous people whose styles you think are neat & who wear glasses. check out what kind of glasses they wear. maybe that style looks good on you too! finally, do you just think they look cool?
when you actually try them, consider: are there any that you look at on your face and go "Wow! that looks like ME! that's what a me is supposed to look like!"? If so, these are a STRONG CONTENDER! but still proceed with the rest of the steps before making a final purchase. If any of them make you actively unhappy to see on your face those go immediately into the NO pile. (that's like, in comparison with whatever baseline feelings you have about your face.) If there are maybes, start out by putting them in a maybe pile, then make a second pass through the maybe pile and see if you can figure out what's making each a maybe rather than a yes: color? thickness? angularity/roundness? width? It's also possible you will simply not feel the Right Glasses Euphoria because you're used to the way your face looks without them. (I have been wearing glasses for 23 years so I have the opposite problem.) if that's the case you may need to go with an "eh, good enough" pair looks-wise and hope you adjust.
are they in your budget?
consider comfort/wearability: do they squish your head? if so the frame width might be too narrow. do the arms press on your ear in a way that feels bad? the arms should bend just past the highest point of your ear. are the nose pads a type you find comfortable? typically metal/wire frames will have little wobbly nose pads on wires that stick off, and acetate or plastic frames will not (they kind of have little wings on the inner edges of each lens that help the glasses rest on your nose.
have a budget in mind before you go. some frames cost like $50 at a brick and mortar, some like $300. maybe more these days/if you go to a fancy place. I actually like to pick two budget numbers: one I'm willing to spend on "I don't love these but they're fine" and one for "okay, if they're perfect in every other respect I might be willing to spend a little extra."
try to go on a day you're not already overstimulated. if they dilate your eyes and you have the option logistically to come back a different day to pick out glasses, do that! (or order them through Zenni or another online retailer; you can often save quite a bit of money this way, but the downside of getting them not-in-person is you can't get them adjusted by a pro right away.)
try on SO many frames. maybe grab a bunch that look interesting right away, or maybe grab just a few that are different styles to start with. (if you're really worried about making extra work for the employees you can always ask them what they want you to do with the ones you try on but don't want; but I promise they're used to people doing this and probably unfortunately worse.)
some initial considerations for picking which frames to try on: what colors tend to show up a lot in your wardrobe? grab some frames that are those colors, and/or whose colors you like in combination with those colors. (note that I don't say "go together"; colors going together is a social construct deeply influenced by white supremacy and cisheteropatriarchy. do whatever you want forever.) what are some styles you like? presumably some people who habitually wear that style also wear glasses. this might be one of the few times pinterest is useful for something but if so you will have to undertake that quest without my guidance, for there I do not tread. you can also look to fictional characters or real life famous people whose styles you think are neat & who wear glasses. check out what kind of glasses they wear. maybe that style looks good on you too! finally, do you just think they look cool?
when you actually try them, consider: are there any that you look at on your face and go "Wow! that looks like ME! that's what a me is supposed to look like!"? If so, these are a STRONG CONTENDER! but still proceed with the rest of the steps before making a final purchase. If any of them make you actively unhappy to see on your face those go immediately into the NO pile. (that's like, in comparison with whatever baseline feelings you have about your face.) If there are maybes, start out by putting them in a maybe pile, then make a second pass through the maybe pile and see if you can figure out what's making each a maybe rather than a yes: color? thickness? angularity/roundness? width? It's also possible you will simply not feel the Right Glasses Euphoria because you're used to the way your face looks without them. (I have been wearing glasses for 23 years so I have the opposite problem.) if that's the case you may need to go with an "eh, good enough" pair looks-wise and hope you adjust.
are they in your budget?
consider comfort/wearability: do they squish your head? if so the frame width might be too narrow or the arms might be bent in too far. do the arms press on your ear in a way that feels bad? the arms should bend just past the highest point of your ear. are the nose pads a type you find comfortable? typically metal/wire frames will have little wobbly nose pads on wires that stick off, and acetate or plastic frames will not (they kind of have little wings on the inner edges of each lens that help the glasses rest on your nose. if you bend forward while wearing them do they slip off? if you shake your head with gradually increasing vigor do they feel like they're about to fly away? if yes to either, the frame width might be too wide or the arms might be bent out too far. frame width is often printed on the inside of one of the arms in millimeters, along with lens width and bridge width; the frame width is usually the third number. if your glasses seem too narrow or too wide you can either pick a different frame width or see if you can get the arms adjusted to fit your head better.
For those of you who aren't familiar, I live in an exceptionally flammable part of the United States, and despite the fact that every goddamn year multiple parts of my state catch fire, destroy homes and kill people, the local assholes insist on getting drunk and setting fire to a bunch of illegal explosives anyway.
In 2023, God granted me a Miracle that prevented my house from burning down.
Last year, I had to resort to Psychological and Chemical Warfare to keep the patriotic arsonists at bay.
This year is apparently An Important Birthday for the clusterfuck we have the nerve to call a nation, so despite the fact there is so much smoke in the air that the sun has literally been blood red for the last week, the pyrotechnic fetishists are out in force.
Last year, I hit upon the concept that if my neighbors were going to act like problem animals, it would make sense to use the management techniques on them that you might use on say, a Bear that was doing serious property damage. Thusly, I created The Stench, a nontoxic but FOUL smelling concoction that I could discretely spray around the flammable gatherings and render the area extremely uncomfortable to occupy for the rest of the night, forcing them to give up or move on.
If this seems harsh:
There is no story from 2024 because a grass fire was started by fireworks less than 12 miles from me and the high winds put me in the evacuation zone in under an hour.
Over fifty people lost their homes.
Errant fireworks burning my house down is a very real possibility, and I pay the price in anxiety and insurance premiums.
The Stench is noxious but harmless, and also very effective at building a buffer zone around my home. But sneaking up to parties on foot in this heat is both exhausting and nerve-wracking. There have to be more effective ways to do this
-And there is!
It involves Weeds and Business Cards :)
All of this spring, I've been battling Bindweed and my City Code Enforcement Officers.
The city code people have been professional, but the truth is that one of my neighbors is calling them on use because one of my housemates is transgender. It's extremely grating to get these notices, having to explain repeatedly that I *AM* working on the weed situation, I just have a heart condition and No Money. It's also deeply paranoia-inducing to know that the city is regularly coming by and photographing my house.
The Solution to the Bindweed is 1 gallon of high-concentration vinegar, half a cup of Borax, a quarter cup of salt, and a couple tablespoons of dish soap. Get one of those weed sprayers from a hardware store and mix it up in there. Spray it on your thistles, bindweed, kudzu, garlic mustard or whatever your local herbaceous invasive is on a day with bright sunlight, and in a few hours the entire part of the plant above the soil is Deceased. It's non-toxic to insects, pets and wildlife (just wait a few months before trying to plant anything in the area for the traces to wash out).
The only real downside to this stuff is that it smells HEINOUS.
Sure, The Stench is nauseating, but WeedFucker 5000 is genuinely painful to inhale. Again, it wont hurt people- even my asthmatic housemates can use the stuff- but boy howdy it sure smells toxic. I've got the ingredients for about 40 gallons of WeedFucker 5000 prepared and ready to go.
I've also got a disposable hazmat suit, rubber boots and gloves, respirator, goggles and a shitty little golf cart from the free section of craigslist to haul my shit around in.
I also have Business Cards!
See, the very nice officers from the City Code department left some Very Nice business cards so that I may contact them about "the fucking bindweed is gone, get off my back".
So I scanned the business card into my computer, fired up Clip Studio, and made my own business cards. I've turned my City's Abstract Triangle Logo into an Eye of Providence and the slogan of "E Pluribus Unum" to "E Plurbis Anus", Changed my city's name to a dumb pun, and stated the card originates from "The Department Of Public Nuisances".
Crucially, where the name and contact information of the real city employee has been replaced with the name and business email of the neighbor who has been bragging on facebook about calling the city code department on my home because he hates my housemate :)
It looks, at a glance, very much like the business cards of city employees. If you look at it for like 5 seconds though, there's no way it could be mistaken for the real thing.
I've printed out 500 of these bad boys and will have them on hand as I, a put-upon employee, am forced to work overtime on a national holiday doing weed mitigation, because my boss can't manage deadlines for shit.
You're mad about it? I've been out here since 5 AM! But if we don't finish by the deadline we lose the contract and I could get fired. You know what the economy is.
Here, this is my Boss's Business card- how about you send him an email about how this has ruined your barbecue?
It's golden hour now, so I'm Suiting Up and preparing to embark on some civil service in the form of Noxious Weed Eradication, and by coincidence, Fire Mitigation.
I'll report back later Tonight🫡
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Well.
It's not quite an hour into July 5th.
I am very tired, may have destroyed my sense of smell, and am not sure if I'm proud of or VERY disappointed in my fellow citizens.
On one hand: FAR fewer fireworks parties this year!
- Only nine to last year's thirteen
- three of them had the good sense to be firing their recreational explosives out over the local reservoir
- That's far from foolproof
- and really bad for the fish
- also y'all are RIGHT NEXT to where the Bald Eagles are nesting
- but congratulations on at least attempting some risk mitigation!
On the other hand.
Absolutely NOBODY questioned why the hell I was out spraying weeds.
- In a Hazmat Suit (technically it's a coverall for painting rooms, which is much more breathable, but looks the part)
- In a Residential Area
- After Dark
- On a Federal Holiday
Like I'm glad I didn't get into a fight or something, but like.
I was Ready.
I had that conversation locked and loaded.
I MADE BUSINESS CARDS.
...But instead of Very Reasonably asking What The Fuck I Was Doing, the crowds at these parties saw me (5'0" flat, potato-shaped, sweating profusely) trundling up on the slowest and least-intimidating motor vehicle in the county*, hanging a bit out the side to spray thistles and bindweed on the streets and sidewalks**, and instead of raising a rival stink, I was instead greeted by some derisive muttering and a couple of "OH COME ON!"s, but the groups dispersed and retreated indoors or at least away from the general direction of my home.
*Like genuinely, I think Barbie's Dream Car has more horsepower than this golf cart. This thing doesn't have horsepower. It doesn't even have ponypower. It's running on duckpower. It waddles, something I didn't know a wheeled vehicle could do.
**Actually completely legal and a welcome community service in my city. Thank you Neighbor Barbara for telling me the exact part of city code that details what civilians are allowed to do about weeds on public roads, which is apparently "LOTS". Theoretically I could bill the city for my time tonight.
Do people not know how to Make A Scene anymore?
I was absolutely sure I was going to get filmed and shit thrown at me, or someone would call the cops. My beloved was terrified I was going to get shot. I at least had ONE woman shout "YOU'RE RUINING EVERYTHING!" at me, which isn't quite as good as being told I'm ruining Christmas, but she said it with a genuinely heartwarming anguish while gesturing to a homemade "HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA!!" banner, with an attempt at rendering The Evil Orange that as so enthusiastically yet talentlessly executed I almost stopped to get a picture of it. He looked like he'd been put in a wafflemaker.
I promised my beloved that I would turn around and come home at midnight, and I did, having eliminated every fireworks party and Scottish thistle in a five-block radius despite the lackadaisical maximum speed of my Steel Steed.
The complete lack of protest is honestly shocking to me. My flabbers are completely gasted. I waddled home on the golf cart in a sort of stunned silence that this HAS worked so well. The whole world is almost eerily quiet, and reeking of vinegar.
...Which is maybe why I didn't notice the cop pulling up beside me at a red light until he rolled down his window and leaned out at me.
"WHAT'RE YOU DOIN'?" He asked, in a voice that could be used as a foghorn in emergencies.
I probably would have jumped were I not currently melting into a semblance of the Chernobyl Elephant's Foot in the heat, which was the first thing that saved me.
The second was the voice of my Grandfather, coming to my aid through decades of generational memory, to tell me his words of wisdom, usually spoken right before doing something wildly inadvisable:
The Age Of Miracles Is Not Yet Over.
"Weed Mitigation!" I called back.
"CHRIST ON A BIKE, THEY GOT YOU GUYS WORKING THE HOLIDAY TOO?" He said, in the same fontissimo as before. Apparently Officer Foghorn just talks like this.
"Yep." I nodded.
"SHIT." He blared in solidarity. "WHEN DO YOU GET OFF?"
"Just finished."
"MOTHERFUCKER. THEY GOT ME OUT HERE UNTIL GODDAMN 5 AM." Officer Foghorn whined in THX.
"Shit." I commiserated.
The light turned green.
"ALRIGHT YOU GET HOME SAFE! GOD BLESS!" He waved, and drove off at something significantly above the speed limit, and I trundled on home.
I must have still looked shocked when I came in, because My Beloved immediately got up to hug me and ask if I was alright.
"The Age Of Miracles Is Not Yet Over." I nodded slowly as the animals all battered me about the legs for attention. "...For real though, absolutely nothing happened."
"What?" he squints, wobbling slightly as Charlie tries to shove him aside for better access to me. "That's... Is it weird to say I'm almost disappointed?"
"I mean, I confirmed that I inherited my Grandfather's supernatural ability to get out of trouble for no good reason, but we knew that from the code enforcement people." I shrugged. Selene finally noticed the smell of vinegar and retched in disapproval.
"How about a shower and some Ice cream?" My Beloved suggests.
So now it is July the 5th.
- My house is not ablaze
- There are four medium-sized carnivores sleeping on me
- I am freshly bathed
- and I have a pint of Americone Dream all to myself
Here's to you, your health and your happiness, and a reminder to go make good trouble. Goodnight all.
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This Fourth of July, I ask that you support Native Hawaiian independence.
The Kingdom of Hawai’i was illegally overthrown with the help of American businessmen and we have suffered under the iron grip of America.
Our land is simply seen as a vacation spot, my people are simply seen as tour guides and hula dancers. We have had our culture, our history, and our people turned into a commercialized joke by America.
The rampant tourism kills our islands with endless hotels, attractions and overcrowding. The housing and living costs are out of control because of the false “paradise” narrative. The Navy poisons our water and destroys our land. Covid has killed so many of my people due to the reckless and selfish nature of tourists. I have lost loved ones to this virus, because tourists “couldn’t stay away”.
My people have suffered. I have suffered.
We are more than your vacation. We are more than an aesthetic.
We are a sovereign nation illegally occupied by the United States of America.
Restore Hawai’i to Hawaiians. End the American Occupation.
See the links below to learn more and to read up on your Hawaiian history.
Americans overthrow Hawaiian monarchy | HISTORY
Hawaiian scholar Dr. Jonathan Kay Kamakawiwoʻole Osorio explains the movement asking the United States to return the lands taken during a 18
‘Āina Momona is a Native Hawaiian led community organization dedicated to environmental sustainability, food security and resilience, and so
The United States Navy has a history of terrorism in Hawaiʻi (and throughout the world). In 1940 the Navy started to build the Red Hill Fuel
The latest number brings the statewide total since the start of the pandemic to 308,695.
okay so I knowwww this book is from the 60s & people have cognitive biases they don't always recognize regardless of how hard they're trying to overcome them and I knowwww making shallow criticisms of Rachel Carson places me among rather distasteful company but like.
ma'am. what are you implying the environment is made of.
weather? climate? except wait, those are also shaped by biological organisms. maybe geology? but geology isn't a whole environment.
now, reading this charitably, we might interpret her as intending to say that the period of time in which life consciously modifies its surroundings has been relatively slight. except, oops, then the last sentence still doesn't work because (a) attributing consciousness/intention to humans only is an extremely Eurocentric/colonizer perspective, (b) while mainline "western" science may still often dismiss (or at least be hesitant about) the idea of nonhuman sapience, a lot of other scientists are like "well, what IS consciousness or intention anyway and how would we prove whether a being does or doesn't have it?" and most saliently (c) HUMANS HAVE BEEN CONSCIOUSLY MODIFYING OUR ENVIRONMENT SINCE WE'VE BEEN HUMAN.
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okay so I knowwww this book is from the 60s & people have cognitive biases they don't always recognize regardless of how hard they're trying to overcome them and I knowwww making shallow criticisms of Rachel Carson places me among rather distasteful company but like.
ma'am. what are you implying the environment is made of.
Found myself wanting to say that "consuming text is easy and passive, unlike video which requires active effort to watch" and then realized this is the opposite of what basically every other human being would say.