boodles and tonic plz

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BRAIN SEX DOES NOT EXIST.

ehungerford:

ehungerford:

These scientific authorities demonstrate with exhaustive research and great analytic detail that there are no meaningful differences between male and female brains, making implausible all arguments about transgenderism that depend on a connection between one’s brain and their sex.

REBLOG IT. YELL IT.

Fuck gender. Fuck stereotypes. Fuck naturalizing sex stereotypes as consensually chosen “gender identities” that are MAGICALLY divorced from the socio-historic context of female oppression. Fuck all that.

BRAIN SEX DOES NOT EXIST. Science agrees. :) GENDER IS A CONSTRUCT.

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clientsfromhell:

When I asked the client for the login information on their network, they provided me with a username and the password “unique.”

This wasn’t the first time I’d worked for them, and each time, I would receive a different set of login credentials. However, the password was always the same.

This was when I realized what had happened. Someone must have insisted that the passwords on the servers were unique. And one of the network guys took it as a literal order and changed all the passwords to “unique”.

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libutron:

Red-mouthed Conch - Conomurex luhuanus

Also known as Strawberry Conch, and Blood-mouthed Conch, Conomurex luhuanus (Littorinimorpha - Strombidae), was formerly named Strombus luhuanus. It is a sea snail with robust shells up to 80 mm found in the Indo Pacific waters. Most specimens have an orange-red aperture, hence the common name. A few, however have apertures either yellow or pure white.

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Photo credit: ©John Turnbull | Locality: Lord Howe Island, Tasman Sea (2014) | [Top] - [Bottom]

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Developing the ability to piss other people off (or even to RISK pissing them off) without knuckling under is pretty much the Holy Grail of emotionally abused kids, I think. We are programmed to respond at the first sign of displeasure, and we don’t have the faith in ourselves and our decisions to weather the storm– or even a mild sprinkle– so we tend to freak out as if the world was ending if a cloud crosses the sun. We freak out about the possibility that we’re wrong, that we’re doing the wrong things, that we’re making the wrong choices, that we’ll make someone angry, because there’s this awful certainty lurking at the back of our minds that says “If you do the wrong thing, you will be in TROUBLE.” And being in TROUBLE is the worst thing, ever, because that part of our brain is forever three years old where our parents are our whole world and being in TROUBLE is the end of everything.

It takes a lot of practice to gain that sort of gut-level knowledge that we’re strong enough to handle this stuff and that the world doesn’t end if someone else is angry at us. It’s not an innate quality that some people have and some don’t; people who grow up in non-abusive homes learn it when they’re young, is all, and the rest of us have to learn it when we’re grown up. And it sucks, and it’s not fair, and it’s not fun, but there’s no getting around it, and you can do it, you CAN.

You can piss people off.

You can be wrong.

You can fuck up.

You can do stuff that everyone thinks is weird.

AND IT IS ALL OKAY. The world won’t end. You will still be a good person. And the likelihood is that most of the things you do WON’T be wrong, and WON’T piss people off, and WON’T be up-fuckery, and WON’T be weird, but if it is? The hell with it; fix it, if necessary, and move on.
PomperaFirpa @Captain Awkward 

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Hollywood has it wrong: I’m a teenager with an illness, and it’s not glamorous at all

thefaultinourspoons:

hellomynameismaddy:

This article is so great. When these movies and shows underplay the physical aspects of illness - the fatigue, the pain, the way your current and future energy levels impact literally every decision - it makes it harder for sick folks like me to talk to the people around us about the realities of illness because we fear it will seem like we’re complaining. 

I haven’t watched the show, but this article inspired me to watch the trailer, not because I’m interested in watching the show, but because I thought, how bad can it be?

When you watch shows that are based in hospitals, Grey’s, Scrubs, House, they have people that are/were doctors that help make it more realistic, whether it’s explaining a procedure, making the hospital look more hospitally, but this seems to have none of it, but again I haven’t seen any more than the trailer. 

It looks like they should be in a comedy show about high school. 

For the people who watch this who are abled bodied, who aren’t sick, don’t think that having a chronic illness is fun, and enjoyable, it isn’t hip, it isn’t the in thing, but please take one thing away with you, they don’t look sick. They don’t look like they are sick, and neither do most of us. 

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