Disney Princess

A new study released by the Entertainment Software Association has revealed that adult women now occupy the largest demographic in the gaming industry. Women over 18 made up a whopping 36 percent of the gaming population, followed by adult men at 35 percent.

“Women aren’t true gamers! They play Candy Crush!”

“Women aren’t true artisans! They are crafters!”

“Women aren’t true artists! They have hobbies!”

“Women aren’t true chefs! They are cooks!”

I am so tired of this bullshit.

Sorry, male gamers of Reddit and 4Chan, but Angry Birds only came out five years ago. Unless you want to try to argue that women have just been playing Bejeweled for the last 13 years, the math just doesn’t add up.

And while the total audience for mobile social games is now bigger than ever, the audience for computer and video games is now an even 50-50 split between male and female genders.”

So Cher is born in the 1940s. Her dad is an Armenian refugee who develops gambling and alcohol problems. He and her mom divorce--again, keep in mind this is 1946--when Cher is ten months old. Cher will only meet him once again in her life.

Her mom remarries and has another baby. It is worth noting that this makes Cher the metaphorical redheaded stepchild--her younger sister is white, while Cher is Middle Eastern. In her autobiography she talks about being detained at the Mexican border as a child because the US border control was convinced her parents were trying to smuggle a Mexican child back into the US, thanks to her dark skin. This is when Cher starts wishing she looked like her blonde-haired, blue-eyed sister, and she literally carries that baggage all the way through the 2000s, when her promo for the Living Proof album is almost entirely based on her having blonde hair.

At some point in this period, Cher jumps off a swingset, lands on the edge of a metal coffee can, and snaps all the tendons in her foot. The medicine of the day lets them mostly put her foot back together, but her mother is told she may never walk again.If you’ve ever seen Mamma Mia!, you know the doctors were wrong.

Cher produces her first single in 1964 under the name Bonnie Jo Mason. She was forced to change her name by producers because they felt her birth name, Cherilyn La Piere, wasn’t American enough. The single bombs.

She releases “I Got You, Babe” with Sonny Bono in 1965, as “Sonny and Cher.” It goes to #1.

And we’re off.

Cher has the first of her two kids, a then-presumed-to-be-daughter with Sonny who we now know as Chaz Bono. She releases a ton of music, including a wildly controversial song called “You Better Sit Down, Kids,” which is sung from the perspective of a father trying to explain his divorce to his kids. This was 1967, so that’s like . . . you didn’t get divorced back then. You just didn’t. And the fact that the song doesn’t give any of the then-at-least-marginally-accepted reasons for divorce--like infidelity--doesn’t make it any better. (All it says is “your mother and I, kids/don’t see eye to eye.”) But it makes #1 because Cher is just . . . like that, and manages to turn just about everything to gold.

She and Sonny host a variety show. At this point they divorce, and Cher goes solo. She doesn’t yet change her name legally, but does begin going by “just Cher.”

ONLY THEN DOES CHER DISCOVER SHE HAS DYSLEXIA.

She takes Chaz in for school testing because he’s struggling and she’s struggling to help him, and after mentioning her frustrations the proctor gives her a test for dyslexia, right on the spot.

She gets married, has a child, and becomes an international superstar in both music and television before finding out she's dyxlexic.

She goes on to lose her last name entirely, perform on Broadway in a Tony-award-winning show (Come Back To The Five And Dime, Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean), becomes an Emmy-winning director (for a 1994 documentary on abortion, “If These Walls Could Talk”), an Oscar-winning movie star (for an incredible biopic you should watch, called Silkwood), a gay icon, a triple-platinum recording artist, and did I mention we’re still in the 1990s?

. . . and then she becomes one of the first musical stars with her own website. Yes, cher.com is over 20 years old, and one of the first things she did with it was release an album she self-produced called Not.Com.Mercial, featuring all the songs her producers told her over the years she couldn’t release. I strongly recommend you look up “Our Lady of San Francisco” on YouTube. If you think you know Cher, you need to listen to Not.Com.Mercial, because you really, really don’t.

. . . . and only then does she go on to perform in Burlesque and Mamma Mia, with “You Haven’t Seen The Last Of Me” in 2011 making her the only solo artist in American history to have at least one number-one single in every single decade for six straight decades. To the best of my knowledge, she’s also the only performer ever who can say they have won an Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, Golden Globe, and Tony Award.

And she did it all as a physically and mentally disabled woman who grew up blindingly poor and was considered “not white” for most of her life, at a time when “not white” made her lesser.

Do you or somebody you know have PCOS? You are banned from international womens athletics because you are supposedly in posession of an unreasonable advantage in sports.

Folks disqualified for hyper-androgenism in womens athletics.

Francine Niyonsaba

Caster Semenya

Dutee Chand

Margaret Wambui

And more

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Why are those disqualified overwhelmingly black and brown? Because testing is case by case when an athletes performance “raises suspicions”. They overwhelmingly test athletes of colour, for being too fast and not meeting white expectations of femininity.

“I’m a therapist and keep this poster in my waiting room, apparently it’s saved a few lives.”

I don’t like the phrase “a cry for help.” I just don’t like how it sounds. When somebody says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide. I have a plan: I just need a reason not to do it,” the last thing I see is helplessness.

I think your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see any good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope.

But still here you are: you’ve come over to me, banged on my door and said, “HEY! Staying alive is REALLY HARD right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!”

How is that helpless? I think that’s incredible. You’re like a marine: trapped for years behind enemy lines. Your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished, and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders.

And you’re still just going, “GIVE ME A STICK. I’M NOT DYING OUT HERE.” “A cry for help” makes it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you, but you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species.

With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety.

All I’m doing is handing out sticks.

“Why are you so lazy?”

But you’re not lazy. Lazy is when you shrug things off because you can’t summon up the give-a-damn. When you’re curled up tight on your chair, at your desk, alone and grey and desperately wishing that you had your life in order, that you did all those things that you had to do, that it didn’t feel like breaking rocks just to feed and clothe yourself and get some sleep, that’s not lazy.

People don’t understand. You tell them “It’s Hard.” They tell you, “No it isn’t. You’re just lazy.”

You start to wonder if they’re right. Is breaking those rocks easy for everyone else? Are they that much stronger than you? They don’t look like they’re struggling. “Just try harder,” they say. But you’re trying. It’s not working. Breaking boulders in your path until you’re spent isn’t lazy, and you do it day after day.

You’re not lazy. Most people don’t have those rocks to break.They don’t even know what it’s like to have to break rocks to get things done. They don’t understand how hard you have to work, and how hopeless you feel, when you try and fail to do what they do easily. Things hard harder for you, they really are. And if those people had to deal with your problems they wouldn’t be doing any better.

You’re not lazy. You’re not weak. You’re fighting hard. I guess I just want you to know that I know that.”

Ok, this video is a little different but I just wanted to get something off my chest. I don’t know if this will affect my viewership but I can’t sit here and do nothing.

Breonna Taylor

She was someone who breathed. She was someone who loved. Someone who saved lives.

Why are we using her name as a meme…as some trivial caption…as a tool to increase our viewership? It’s disgusting.

When we use the quote: “Arrest the cops that killed Breonna Taylor” we are essentially using the passive voice. This means our attention is put on Breonna Taylor and Not the three cops that Killed her. 

I Bet most white people who use that quote don’t know the names of the cops themselves.

Instead of using that quote, I suggest…Arrest Brett Hankison

Arrest Jonathan Mattingly

Arrest Myles Cosgrove

Arrest them. Know Their Faces.

1: Bailey is like what 10? A little young to be diagnosed with gender dysphoria.

2: The doctors and nurses familiarize themselves with the situation via the charts before comming in so they DON’T look like bafoons (pretty sure i mispelled that)

3: Not only would the chart show bailey as a male but this is a hospital you dumb fucks, we use medical knowledge. Do you have ANY ideo how many ailments only effect one sex or have varying factors based on sex?? Your personal feelings and identity mean nothing in a situation where treating a man like a women could LITERALLY,

LITERLLY,

Kill someone, a drug effective on women can cuase heart failure in men.

1. 10yo is PLENTY old enough to have dysphoria. A lot of kids realize they are trans (not by name, of course, but they do FEEL it) as early as 2 years old or so, which is when kids start realizing what gender is and where they belong in that respect. It’s true that many kids don’t realize this until puberty or even later, but that is not the only path.

1a. You don’t have to have gender dysphoria to be trans. You don’t have to have a diagnosis to be trans.

2. Doctors and nurses absolutely familiarize themselves with the chart before seeing the patient (if there is time. Looks like here there probably is time). Awareness of social history including family/living situation, custody issues, recent life events that may require sensitivity, and CERTAINLY gender as well as biological sex would definitely be a part of the chart. So for instance I have seen patients who are trans; usually when I write a note for them I would put it in the very first line of the note: “John is a 15yo transgender male (assigned female at birth) who presents for X”

2a. It’s “buffoons” :)

3. Generally speaking this is……not the case. Yes, knowing someone’s biological sex is important, though I am honestly more concerned with any particular therapies they may be on for a medical transition, or health maintenance (eg pap smears, prostate checks) than I am with their chromosomes or whatever. For kids, some diseases have a tendency to affect one sex or another, but there’s not much I can think of that has such a strong association with one sex that I would be screwed if I didn’t know the kid’s biological sex. (Plus, as mentioned in 2, we can know both their bio sex AND their gender!!)