With Room for Ribs and a Ghost

do not taste plants if you don't know what they are

do not identify a fruit as edible just because it tastes sweet

hope you didn't eat any fucking seeds, bro

I saw the photo in my feed and went ohh, dude, no, we do not handle yellow rocks with our bare hands until we know for sure what they are. And I know that orange...

In comments, they continue:

and that's where I started cussing at the computer monitor. But someone else had got there first:

"my name...is ulchtar."

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.

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Your cis man cousin who likes my little pony is treated like shit. Why? Because that’s for girls. They think he’s putting himself on a low and shameful level. He should be above that. Femininity is an insult. That’s right! Misogyny.

Your friend who is a trans man is ostracized by his entire family for presenting male, because most people in society expect feminine gender roles of him because he has a vagina. They believe his worth is how feminine he is and that his masculinity makes him worthless and disgusting and a failure of a person. It makes him hard to control. This is misogyny!

Your gay friend is beat up outside a bar for wearing a dress and high heels, because, again, he is a man and dresses are for women and putting yourself in a “woman’s place” is self degradation and disgusting. Misogyny.

Lesbians constantly have their boundaries ignored because people are taught that the value of a woman is how well she appeases and pleases a man and if she’s a lesbian she must be ugly, so if she’s pretty that must mean she hasn’t met the right man yet. Misogyny.

Trans women are treated as dangerous and predatory and seen as disgusting and violent because they are perceived by general society as men for their genitals and presenting in a feminine manner is, again, putting themselves on a low level but also because the beauty standard for women is already ridiculously impossible to meet and certain features that some trans women have are considered to be unfeminine and undesirable like facial hair and taller statures. This is misogyny!

Cis men are not allowed to express empathy, love for animals children and nature, love for fashion or for art, and aren’t allowed to show emotion because it’s seen as feminine. This is misogyny.

Abusers and creeps are not some species of especially heinous animal or alien or monster wearing the face of a human. They're people. And you NEED to drill it into your head that they are people because you NEED to remember that people are capable of doingn heinous shit. And you are a person. And your loved ones are people.

Random bloke: Maybe if you walked more you wouldn’t be so fat

My sister stops dead, stares him in the eye and goes: Is everything alright at home?

I’ve never seen a man’s face turn to horror so fast

"No," I said. "That doesn't work for me. If you're unwilling to honor the deal we made, I'm not buying a car from you."

Well, they talk for a living. So they talked. Here I am, a young woman on my own, and these two men at the dealership are giving me all the reasons they couldn't possibly honor the deal we made yesterday.

So I sat. I didn't say a word. I just stared at them.

They kept talking, trying to get a reaction out of me. After about 10 seconds, they abandoned all pretense of logical arguments and started hammering pathos. They weren't even buying my old car from me for the dealership; it was a personal favor for which they were using their own hard-earned money to help this poor guy at church who just got out of rehab and his house burned down and his children exploded and his dog left him for another man, etc etc

I didn't say a word. I just stared at them.

They began falling apart. They continued trying to hustle me, but their confidence left them. I think they might have been sweating.

Friends, I was staring silently at someone while inwardly flailing desperately to come up with a response to something they’d said that wasn’t overly rude but also was holding my ground. In my mind, I was being hellishly awkward. I couldn’t summon any charm, I couldn’t figure out a sentence to string together. Silence spooled out horrifyingly between us as I got farther and farther away from being articulate and became more and more flustered by this failure to respond. From the outside, I guess, I just looked like a stone cold bitch waiting for them to get their shit together, lol.