That guy who went around painting dicks over potholes so they would be considered obscene and the local govt would have to fill them in did a better job of impacting the world in a positive light than banksy ever did, or ever will
Adolf Hitler rose to power by promising to fix Germany and return it back to the powerful land it once was before the First World War, blaming Jews, primarily, for the downfall of their nation.
Donald Trump is rising to power by promising to fix America (‘Make America Great Again’) and return it back to the powerful land it once was, blaming Latinx and Chinese people for the downfall of the nation.
Hm.
SIGNAL BOOST THE SHIT OUT OF THIS WHY DOESNT THIS HAVE WAY MORE NOTES
Whatever happens with Bernie, do not let this country suffer a Republican administration. Do not.
OKAY LISTEN UP KIDDIES
I campaigned for Hillary in 2008. In fact, if she wins the primaries I literally have a political button from that campaign that I kept for history’s sake (it was the first time in history that a woman ran for president and was considered a serious candidate), and if she wins the primary I will damn well break it out again because I would rather have my mentally-deficient dog in the Oval Office than another Republican.
So in 2008, as we all know, Obama took the primary. And I spent about two days being disappointed, and then I called his local office and said “I worked for Hillary and if Obama is good enough for her, he’s good enough for me. I want to volunteer.” I actually showed up on my first day with that Hillary pin still on my backpack.
My primary job with Obama’s campaign was voter outreach. Going into low-registration neighborhoods and asking folks if they were registered and if not, if they’d like to. Telling folks with felonies that in the state of Pennsylvania they were no longer barred from voting and could re-register to vote. Signing people up for rides to the polls if they didn’t have transportation.
In the course of one of those voter outreach trips, I met an old black woman, somewhere in her 70s. I don’t remember her name, but I remember her story. And when I asked her if she was registered to vote, she said no. I asked if she wanted to register and there was this pause, and when she spoke again there was so much shame in her voice I wanted to light the world on fire.
“I can’t read to vote.”
I told her that someone at the polls could help her read the touchscreen so she’d know which buttons to push, and that I could fill out her form if she could make a mark for her signature–and she said yes. So I filled it out as carefully as I could, showed her my voter registration card so she’d know what to look for in the mail, and handed her the clipboard to make her X. Ready for the story part? Are you sure? Because it took everything in me not to cry when she told me, and seven years later I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes.
“I left school in the third grade because they didn’t want to let no black people go,” is what she told me. “I had to work. I ain’t voted in my entire life and I want my grandbabies to know they ain’t got to be like me. You tell that Obama he got my vote. Nobody ever asked me before if I wanted to.”
I dutifully wrote out her story and hung it on our Story Wall in campaign headquarters. It stayed there until the day we closed shop. And the night of the election I was on campus, waiting outside the library for final results to come in because I didn’t have a TV; I was one of only a handful of white students in a sea of varying shades of brown. And then someone came running out the library doors: McCain conceded. Obama wins. Fucking chaos erupted. People were screaming, crying, dancing. Some girl I’d never seen before in my life and never saw again saw the Obama volunteer pin on my jacket and hugged me so hard she lifted me off my feet. It was about 35 degrees outside and we were too excited to care.
And what’s the point of this story? The point is that hope didn’t end with Hillary. In 2008, the fact that Obama beat her was fucking stunning–she was considered the clear front-runner almost all the way up to the primaries.
The point is that if Hillary wins out, you carefully tuck away your Bernie button for 2020 and you call Hillary’s office and say “I voted for Bernie but I would rather have a diseased goldfish in office than another Republican, I want to volunteer.” You make her know she was not first choice, but for the country’s sake we must push the party forward. And we back the shit out of Hillary. Because you may well find yourself standing in line in the polls with a woman who never got to vote before. Because hope has a lot of faces, and some are nicer than others, but above all we must hope. And we must work to achieve what we hope for.
And let’s face it Trump is the WORST. I’m not American but I watch what happens with the elections because it affects us as allies.
Which is another reason to please, PLEASE vote in the mid-terms! Whether Bernie or Hillary takes office, we cannot and SHOULD NOT force them to negotiate with a House and Senate jam-packed full of Republicans, like Obama was forced to! Think of all the things he might have accomplished if those spoiled CHILDREN hadn’t kicked and screamed and dragged their feet over every little thing! Remember the government shut-down? I never want to watch my government go through something like that ever again.
what she means:
I am still very angry that Merrill was not the expert on elven lore in inquisition. she spent her whole life desperately trying to educate herself on the old ways, and this could have shown serious character development. I love morrigan but Merrill was meant for that role, that should have been Merrill in the temple of mythal, arguing with the dread wolf, calling solas out because she would have 100% known that some weird shit was going on. I will literally never get over this, this is the most missed opportunity that has ever been missed.
There is a constant argument in my home about my sister wearing her sports bra around the house. It makes my dad uncomfortable, yet I am allowed to go shirtless since I’m a boy. This dispute came to boil today in the form of a heated debate between my dad and sister. Getting tired of the yelling, I put on one of my sister’s sports bras and wore it around the house. Needless to say, my point was made.
Have you ever thought about how Harry wasted a huge opportunity when he dropped the Resurrection Stone in the Forbidden Forest?
Okay just imagine if he had kept it.
He dies, comes back, defeats Voldemort…
Only now there are over one-hundred people who have died in just The Battle of Hogwarts alone. Not to mention all of those names that were read on the radio throughout the year. (And everyone else who died before then.)
So the Golden Trio gets this idea…
They quickly spread the word and pretty soon, Harry sets up a room in Hogwarts with nothing in it but a desk and a chair. He sits in the chair behind the desk and calls people into the room one at a time.
Harry insists that the Weasleys be the first to enter. And so George walks in, puffy-eyed but smiling, and asks Harry what the big secret is.
Harry then plops an ordinary pebble into George’s hand.
George is very confused until he hears his name being whispered from behind him. George turns and of course there’s Fred. And the two twins are able to properly say goodbye to one another.
Harry then allows the entire Weasley family to come in and they all huddle around Fred’s spirit and are able to say goodbye. And of course Mrs. Weasley drags Harry out from behind the desk and he joins the family hug.
Are you crying yet?
Because I am.
But let’s keep going.
Mrs. Weasley’s hand brushes against the stone and Fabian and Gideon appear to say goodbye to their sister.
After the Weasleys finally leave, Harry brings Dennis in so that he can say goodbye to Colin.
Harry then individually brings in the family member(s) of the unnamed one-hundred students who died during the Battle of Hogwarts.
Harry then brings in Luna so that she can say goodbye to her mother.
He brings in pretty much all of Hogwarts so that they can say goodbye to Cedric.
He brings in Aberforth so that he can say goodbye to Albus and Ariana.
He brings in those who want to say goodbye to Snape.
He brings in Kreacher so that he can say goodbye to Regulus.
He brings in the rest of the house-elves so that they can say goodbye to Dobby.
And when Harry is done letting everyone else say goodbye to their loved ones, he closes his hand around the stone.
The first one to appear is a beautiful white owl who flies over to Harry and allows herself to be affectionately petted.
Then of course the others appear, just as they did in the Forbidden Forest on that fateful night. Harry doesn’t talk to them for too long, he’s grown up a lot since the Mirror of Erised, but he is able to make peace with his loved ones’ sacrifices.
And even then, he still keeps the stone.
He doesn’t use it again. Not personally, anyway. In fact, he stores it in a dusty box on the mantel in his house. He doesn’t use it. But he doesn’t forget it, either. Because he needs it for one last task.
And when the boy with the turquoise hair is old enough to understand, Harry gently sits him down and places a stone in his hand.
I saw a little girl today who was absolutely riveted by the life in the rotting seaweed around the harbour. I love seeing these little moments, because it takes me back to some of my first experiences as a ‘young naturalist’ of sorts.
I was nearby, photographing and identifying pollinators: I was just about to go over and ask her what she had found…
Both of us had our moments shattered, however, as her mother started screaming at her about getting her clothes dirty. Unfortunately, I also have memories of moments like these, where the female obligation to be decorative trumped my right to be fascinated and curious about the world around me.She immediately started crying when he parents took her by the arm and led her away.
For those of you who are parents or caregivers, think of what is means to prioritise a child’s appearance over her learning and interests. It’s not fair to socialise girls this way: it breeds self-consciousness, insecurity, and I’m absolutely sure has a direct link to why girls and women are under-represented in the sciences.
I am finding it very interesting that over 1600+ people, presumably mostly women, have indicated over the past few hours that this experience resonates with them.
The thing is, I’m not pulling these connections out of thin air: I’m drawing on scholarship, my observations (data), and my own experiences,
in that order.
I am wondering what it would take for me to be taken at my word about my perception of reality, and my academic background. In order to be objective, should I have a male witness come with me at all times, and notarise my observations? Should I get a male co-author to peer-review my life? I’m half-joking here.
(If you sincerely need a man to vouch for my rationality, my legal partner oz7am – scientist, electrical engineer, radio amateur, and most importantly, male person – will be happy to provide you with assurances that I am not suffering from hysteria.)
In all seriousness, I’m a person who spends about a two hours a day photographing and doing some pretty detailed writing about plants. I took a break from regular programming to talk about this incident, because it took a long time for me to overcome some pretty noxious – and astonishingly similar – socialisation I received in my own upbringing, and really dive head first into applied science.
I’m not trying to have a conversation about laundry: I’m trying to talk about girlhood, because for many women, it was full of nebulous little moments of deprivation like these that are difficult to even see or comprehend when you haven’t lived them.
I don’t want young girls to have to overcome their stifling childhoods the way I did: I want their childhoods to be full of nature, adventure, play, and curiosity. I’m just trying to do my part to make a slightly better future.
Something really interesting about the worldbuilding of Harry Potter that is never outwardly discussed but I find to be extremely likely and often think about is that
Harry and his friends are likely going to see the end of the Wizarding Statute of Secrecy within their lifetimes and honestly, it’s already on its last threads while he’s at school. With everyone so busy with what Voldemort is doing, the entire Wizarding Community fails to see what the Muggles are doing.
It’s the 90′s. Our 1990′s. The internet is starting to grow and comes into nearly every UK and US household. Video cameras are becoming thinner, sleeker, more user friendly, and above all, cheaper. By the time Voldemort is dead, the first camera phone is only three years away from being made.
Yes, these things don’t work in Hogwarts, or likely in the Ministry either, and maybe even the biggest Wizard towns block electronics, too.
But Muggleborns exist. They exist and canonically are able to do uncontrolled magic, with eleven years of life before their questions about how and why are even begun to be answered.
It’s 2015 and there are more than a few eleven year olds who have their own cellphones, which now almost all come standard with cameras. Or they have older brothers and sisters who have them.
YouTube exists in the modern world and anyone with an internet connection can post to it easily.
Even if the Ministry has a new special division to monitor the internet for leaks, they don’t REALLY understand most Muggle technology and this isn’t likely going to be any different. They won’t be able to get every video and picture and post.
It starts with a video of some kid blooming a flower in their hand like little Lily Evans did in front of her sister some forty years ago. People will just think these are pranks, tricks of editing and lighting like that one guy does with his Vines. But then some other kid sees it, and recognizes it as real because they can do this same thing, too, and no one believes them, either.
Muggleborn children start finding each other on the internet long before Hogwarts finds them.
Hogwarts is still, quite literally, in the Dark Ages. They’re too slow. They’re too outdated. They can’t keep up unless they change.
The world is different and a big secret like the Wizarding Statute of Secrecy isn’t going to stay hidden for much longer.
Maybe not even “19 Years Later.”
Reblogging this because it relates to my wizard-internet post. I could totally see this happen.
u ever notice that a woman with a flat ass wearing a pencil skirt is totally appropriate but a woman with a thick ass wearing anything even jeans is inappropriate
or people with large breasts who no matter what shirt they were are showing cleavage are being inappropriate
maybe make shirts for ppl with large breasts?????
also somebody’s biology isn’t their fault so maybe stop sexualizing their body and calling it inappropriate
idk ppl are weird why are there such double standards
like ppl with curves will be presenting their body professionally to the fullest and still be labeled inappropriate compared to someone without curves
I know having a bf/gf etc isnt important but when no one crushes on u u cant help but wonder “whats wrong with me ” “maybe im meaner than i thought” “how ugly AM i” “its because of my body its totally my body” i think its only natural as humans that we seek approval it kind of sucks
White people have various cultures. Asian people have various cultures. Black people have various cultures. Hispanic people have various cultures. Islanders have various cultures. We all have various cultures. Sometimes cultures intersect and share ideas/goods/languages.
Stop denying cultures. Stop lumping cultures together. Stop getting pissed when people explore other cultures.
it pisses me off when i get customers at my job who tell me “at least it’s FRIDAY” like..no?? it is at best my Wednesday like are you from a magical world where everybody gets a weekend? fuck you
I’m laughing bc in food and retail fridays are the beginning of the three hell days
You know what would help a lot to reduce the wage gap? Raising the minimum wage.
There are a lot of women and people of color in minimum and low-wage jobs, and raising their pay to a living wage ($15/hour) would go a long way in addressing income inequality.
So I did a bit of a Google and turns out American minimum wage is around like $10 an hour?? Y'all are complaining yet the minimum wage in the UK is like £5 an hour? Are you guys serious?
The minimum wage in the US is $7.25, which is equivalent to £4.62.
The minimum wage in the UK is £6.50, which is equivalent to $10.20
I’ve been re-reading the HP books and I got to Prisoner of Azkaban (be still my beating heart, it is still the best one) and, at Christmas there’s only 12 people around the dinner table. Trelawny comes along and Dumbledore stands up to draw her a chair.
She freaks out, I must not! When 13 people dine together, the first to rise is the first to die!!!!!
Except.
Ron had Scabbers in his pocket.
Which means that there wasn’t 12 people when Trelawny arrived. There was already 13.
I’ve been re-reading the HP books and I got to Prisoner of Azkaban (be still my beating heart, it is still the best one) and, at Christmas there’s only 12 people around the dinner table. Trelawny comes along and Dumbledore stands up to draw her a chair.
She freaks out, I must not! When 13 people dine together, the first to rise is the first to die!!!!!
Except.
Ron had Scabbers in his pocket.
Which means that there wasn’t 12 people when Trelawny arrived. There was already 13.
