Jesus Christ. I hope these are legit because some of these are raising FABULOUS questions.
you know, my mom told me that when i was little i used to tell her recurring tidbits of a linear series of events from “when i was older”
she mentioned me pointing an old man and getting really excited and saying “hey that man was my student when i used to teach piano!” in a situation, or saying “you know i like you more than my other mom, she was so mean” and my personal favourite is the one where i said “i used to have a gilrfriend once, you know, we were on my motorcyle and i lost control and fell off a cliff on the roadside, i really hope she’s okay”
Children are scary as fuck.
I need to stay away
Wasn’t there a post going around about how maybe the ‘Light at the end of the Tunnel’ that people go to when they die is the opening of the womb when we’re born? And we gradually forget our previous lives as we grow older? Because that post combined with this post scares the living crap outta me.
My mom says that before she realized she was pregnant with my brother, four year old me ran up excitedly going “Mommy I just saw God hiding over there! He said there’s a baby in you! I hope its a little sister!”
And a week later she found out she was three months pregnant.
A while later she says i sadly walked up and went “I wanted a baby sister, but its gonna be a baby brother.” And then wandered back to my toys.
My mom tells me once that when I was like 3, I don’t remember what she said I was responding to, but apparently I said
"Remember? Back when I was big and you was little."
Also, I apparently said a lot of creepy things, like knowing what my Grandpa always did in the car exactly without ever being in the car w/ him, that kind of thing.
Little kids are scary as fuck.
When my little sister was just a baby we would take her into her room to change her diaper. She would always stare into the corner of the ceiling across the room and even try to look around us while we changed her. Finally when she first started learning how to talk she was staring at the same spot and said in the most sympathetic voice, “why are you crying?”
To the empty corner of the room.
Apparently I used to ask the same thing to empty corners when I was little.
according to my mother, when i was 2 yrs old, an old man and 2 sisters passed away in our building, the former from old age and the latter in a car crash
my parents only found this out after i told my mother i saw an old man and 2 sisters in our obviously empty apartment
hey fellow ppl who menstruate!
my gynecologist told me today that she doesn’t reccomend Always brand menstrual products, especially to people with sensitive skin, because they’ve been known to irritate the vulva. She said even if you don’t notice an irritation, it can still affect yr vaginal health/make you more prone to yeast infections etc.
please spread this so we can avoid hecking up our vulvas!
I’m horny and incredibly bored. (in satirical/mock stuck up voice) I demand someone fix this at once!
This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.
We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”
"Why did you make him wear a dress?"
"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"
"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."
"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."
The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and solders, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.
When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.
Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.
Mannequins Modeled After People with Disabilities —
Changing Contexts and Transforming Experiences
Just two days ago, I said that I couldn’t wait until designers recognized that people with disabilities wore their clothes and made sure their clothes complimented all kinds of bodies. Well, someone must have heard me because today we have progress! Small progress, but progress nonetheless.
In addition to Giving Tuesday, December 3rd is also the International Day of Persons with Disabilities. For the International Day of Persons with Disabilities, Pro Infirmis, a disability organization, created a mannequins modeled after people with disabilities that will be used in store windows. The project is called Because Who is Perfect? The video above shows the process of creating the mannequins, the reactions the models had seeing mannequins in their image, and the reactions of people as they walk past the mannequins on display.
There is a whole lot going on this video. A whole lot. And, I have so many thoughts swirling around my head, but two thoughts are clear.
There are so many moments in this video that reference back to dark, stigmatizing experiences in the lives of disabled people, including my own, but because this project drastically shifts the context of these experiences they become transformed into something generative, validating, and positive.
The process of taking detailed measurements of bodies made me think of fittings for casts, braces, and other corrective devices. And, historically how these measurements were used to determine the extent of someone’s impairment in a kind of anthropometry and in order to justify their need for treatments and therapies. The measurements in this video are not received with fear of a cold brace that corrects a perceived defect but with eager anticipation for the creation of an object that embraces and appreciates disability.
The store window made me think of freak shows and medical theaters, forums for gawking, staring, and objectifying disabled people. Again, within the store front window, the history of disabled people being stared at gets transformed. Store front windows are sites that arouse admiration, desire, and aspirations for the future. When you look at a store window display, you are meant to be able to see yourself wearing the outfits or wish you could see yourself in that outfit.
Although the stage has changed, the puzzled reactions of onlookers is similar to what people with disabilities have experienced for an incredibly long time, but, perhaps this project puts us a few steps closer towards shifting those reactions.
I was literally just logging on to share this!
Check it out, seriously. This is some badassery right here! ;)
Im really hoping all the txt comes through on this reblog.
I particularly loved the part where the models are interacting with (and caressing!) Their mannequins, with big smiles and happy words
I thought I reblogged this here but I guess not but I love it so yeah.
I would probably cry if I saw visibly disabled mannequins in a shop. Wow, I am blown away.
smell the goddamn flower you piece of shit baby chicken
Portrait of Elizabeth Murray
England (c. 1650)
Oil on canvas, 124 x 119 cm
I think I have seen pictures of this before, in high school maybe, but I don’t remember there being a second person before. I seem to remember this image being cropped differently too, which is very disturbing because now that I see the entire painting, the way I remember it being cropped was very clearly and deliberately intended to remove the person holding the tray of flowers.
Since we’re throwing haymakers at the kyriarchy today, I think this is something that we should really be talking about too, because it happens
ALL. THE. TIME.
Level 1: People of Color from Medieval, Renaissance, and other Early Modern European works were often literally painted over in later decades or centuries.
Level 2: It was very fashionable in a lot of 17th and 18th century paintings to have a Black servant featured in portraits of very important historical figures from European History.
Honestly? They’re practically ubiquitous. A lot of the very famous paintings you’ve seen of European and American historical figures have a Black servant in them that have been cropped out or painted over.
Those silly stock photos from your American History Professor’s Powerpoint?
Your Professor’s PowerPoint for “George Washington”:
The actual painting:
Your professor’s Powerpoint on Jean Chardin:
The actual painting:
PowerPoint on Maria Henriette Stuart (with some commentary about the Habsburg jaw):
But, because of whitewashed history curricula, teachers and professors continue to use the cropped images because they don’t want their lecture to get “derailed” by a discussion about race.
These images are also more commonly seen on stock photo sites, including ones for academic use.
I honestly can’t find anyone really writing about this, or even any analysis on how often the cropped photos are used.
The reason they are so easy to crop out is because of the the artistic conventions which reflect the power hierarchy:
Oil paintings of aristocratic families from this period make the point clearly. Artists routinely positioned black people on the edges or at the rear of their canvasses, from where they gaze wonderingly at their masters and mistresses. In order to reveal a ‘hierarchy of power relationships’, they were often placed next to dogs and other domestic animals, with whom they shared, according to the art critic and novelist David Dabydeen, ‘more or less the same status’. Their humanity effaced, they exist in these pictures as solitary mutes, aesthetic foils to their owners’ economic fortunes.
This is drastically oversimplified, but at least it addresses it directly.
If anyone knows more on any studies or statistical evidence on this tendency, feel free to add it.
Miss Frizzle and Mary Poppins, Lady Time Lords.
I ship it to the moon.
The Teacher and The Nanny. The Magic School Bus is a TARDIS, and Mary’s bag is bigger on the inside. No one will ever convince me that this is not true. Oh, and I ship it.
For crying out loud, the Magic School Bus actually does travel through time and space, easily changes it’s form like a Chameleon Circuit, and is casually ALIVE in certain ways. It’s a friggin’ TARDIS in all but name!
I will reblog this every time I see it
how do you know it isn’t a TARDIS in name too? She just doesn’t tell everyone she meets, and definitely doesn’t tell her students. Sometimes knowing things is dangerous
does this make her entire class companions?
it also means Beautiful Perfect Carlos was once a companion.
Doctor Who multicrossovers are perfect
oh my god