someone once said that labor traditionally done by and expected of women is considered art when men do it and i think about that every time i see a dude chef talk about using his grandma’s recipes in his 5 star restaurant

I am obsessed with the theological implications of this

thinking about when i was small, how my mom told me that pipe cleaners were just a tool until people started idly shaping things with them and it grew so popular that they were marketed as crafting materials. and that story about how the original frisbees were disposable pie plates that students flattened to throw. and how when i was a child i had a wooden mancala set with shiny, colorful stones, but on invention it was played with rocks and grooves dug into the dirt. and middle school, paper football and tic-tac-toe and mash and mad libs, games that just need pen and paper. and before that, games of pretend with pirates and princes and masked marauders. how at slumber parties after lights out, we used to whisper storytelling games, i say one sentence and you say the next. and shadow puppets. and the way all the kids in the neighborhood used to divide into teams and throw fallen pine cones at one another. and the floor is lava game, and the quiet game, and the games i play with my coworkers that are just words and retention. and "put a finger down" on the high school bus. and little girls clapping together, and how the first jump-rope was undoubtedly just a length of rope who knows how long ago, and how natural it is to play, how we seek play at every age and with any resources we have and with whatever time we can squeeze it into in a day. i'm not an anthropologist or a psychologist but i think after food and shelter and water and air what comes next is games and stories and laughter. i think that there is nothing -- not sex or fighting or forming unlikely bonds with animals -- there is nothing more human than to play.

If you’re in higher learning, you get there by being the world’s expert on a tiny slice of your field of study. Women in higher learning have the universal experience of seeing decades of their hard work, meticulously collected results, carefully considered conclusions of said results, all pale in the face of Some Guy with An Opinion. It might be a colleague, a student, or just some guy on twitter/in a bar. But eventually it happens and normally it’ll happen a lot. Ask any old school female professor about it.

*marks the paper yes without reading the ps. I am now dating your homunculus*

So if I fiddled around with it enough, it would sound identical to whatever FLAC file I was streaming?

Basically, yes. It will sound identical to the human ear.

genuine self confidence literally only comes with not caring at all if you’re ugly... like if it’s based around finding yourself beautiful it’s planted on fragile ground

like it feels Good to look in the mirror and say Wow i feel pretty, it’s a nice moment and i’m not condemning it, but it’s a tenuous position. if you position yourself to feel good about being pretty, you’re still vulnerable to Ugly, and pretty is not a sustainable state. no matter how far you extend the concept of beauty, it’s still based in rules established by societal standards that realistically one cannot be perfectly held up to.

did ancestry dot com and found out i'm not related to anyone ever in the world

new sport: one handed embroidery. because if i stop petting my dog we'll both die.

how the fuck did you take THAT photo

Why is there a camera on your CEILING

And why do you have 3 phones?

i'm an aspiring problem.

we must bring him back but as a weapon