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boggletheowl:

I’ve been getting a lot of these lately, and I guess I just want you all to know what I think when I read them.

Depression lies. Keep asking for/handing out sticks.

Feeling Zen. #lotus #lilypads #green #kermit #summerinseattle

Feeling Zen. #lotus #lilypads #green #kermit #summerinseattle

A lily pad carpet suited to a frog princess. #samelake #differentseason #summerinseattle

A lily pad carpet suited to a frog princess. #samelake #differentseason #summerinseattle

Lovely. Defy the distance.

Lovely. Defy the distance.

odditiesoflife:

Dreams in Blue

Each year these blossoming blue fields attract thousands of tourists. Hitachi Park is located in the Ibaraki Prefecture on Honsyu in Japan. Its a beautiful spectacle during the flowering of the nemophila. Nemophilas are annual flowers. The word is a combination of the Greek words “nemos” (small forest) and “phileo” (love). The Japanese word “hitachi” translates to dawn. Taken together: “small forest love in dawn.” A blue heaven on Earth.

A few years later, I was hooked by Star Trek and my ambition took shape: I was going to be an astronaut! When I mentioned this to my teacher she looked at me sadly and suggested that I should try nursing instead, “because that’s scientific, too”.

Looking back, I don’t begrudge my teachers their advice: they were merely trying to protect me from disappointment. It is a well-intentioned notion but I think a misguided one, and it has helped create a crisis of aspiration.
We don’t encourage kids to aim high in case they fall over. I say “sod that” – go for it.

- Dr Maggie Aderin-Pocock in the telegraph (x) explaining why she thinks it is wrong to protect children from disappointment.  She did not become an astronaut, but has become  a space scientist and communicator.  (via fuckyeahfemaleastronauts)

(Source: womeninspace)

The Problem with 'Boys Will Be Boys' by Soraya Chemaly

For months, every morning when my daughter was in preschool, I watched her construct an elaborate castle out of blocks, colorful plastic discs, bits of rope, ribbons and feathers, only to have the same little boy gleefully destroy it within seconds of its completion.

No matter how many times he did it, his parents never swooped in BEFORE the morning’s live 3-D reenactment of “Invasion of AstroMonster.” This is what they’d say repeatedly:

“You know! Boys will be boys!” 

“He’s just going through a phase!”

“He’s such a boy! He LOVES destroying things!”

“Oh my god! Girls and boys are SO different!”

“He. Just. Can’t. Help himself!”

I tried to teach my daughter how to stop this from happening. She asked him politely not to do it. We talked about some things she might do. She moved where she built. She stood in his way. She built a stronger foundation to the castle, so that, if he did get to it, she wouldn’t have to rebuild the whole thing. In the meantime, I imagine his parents thinking, “What red-blooded boy wouldn’t knock it down?”

She built a beautiful, glittery castle in a public space.

It was so tempting.

He just couldn’t control himself and, being a boy, had violent inclinations.

She had to keep her building safe.

Her consent didn’t matter. Besides, it’s not like she made a big fuss when he knocked it down. It wasn’t a “legitimate” knocking over if she didn’t throw a tantrum.

His desire — for power, destruction, control, whatever- - was understandable.

Maybe she “shouldn’t have gone to preschool” at all. OR, better if she just kept her building activities to home.

I know it’s a lurid metaphor, but I taught my daughter the preschool block precursor of don’t “get raped” and this child, Boy #1, did not learn the preschool equivalent of “don’t rape.

Not once did his parents talk to him about invading another person’s space and claiming for his own purposes something that was not his to claim. Respect for her and her work and words was not something he was learning.  How much of the boy’s behavior in coming years would be excused in these ways, be calibrated to meet these expectations and enforce the “rules” his parents kept repeating?

There was another boy who, similarly, decided to knock down her castle one day. When he did it his mother took him in hand, explained to him that it was not his to destroy, asked him how he thought my daughter felt after working so hard on her building and walked over with him so he could apologize. That probably wasn’t much fun for him, but he did not do it again.

There was a third child. He was really smart. He asked if he could knock her building down. She, beneficent ruler of all pre-circle-time castle construction, said yes… but only after she was done building it and said it was OK. They worked out a plan together and eventually he started building things with her and they would both knock the thing down with unadulterated joy. You can’t make this stuff up.

Take each of these three boys and consider what he might do when he’s older, say, at college, drunk at a party, mad at an ex-girlfriend who rebuffs him and uses words that she expects will be meaningful and respecte, “No, I don’t want to. Stop. Leave.”

The “overarching attitudinal characteristic” of abusive men is entitlement

from  “The Problem with ‘Boys Will Be Boys’” by Sorya Chemaly

And THIS folks, is how you either make/build/perpetuate a rape culture, or alternately, make/build/perpetuate a culture of agency and respect for each and all.

Promoting radical empathy with your writing doesn’t just mean giving your character a few personality flaws that may be pretty ordinary or entertaining/endearing. Nor does it mean giving your character a Bad Past that makes them mysterious and dark. It means allowing your character to actively be just as deeply flawed, contradictory, mistake-prone, frustrating, beautiful, layered, and multitude-containing as a real human being - like you or me.

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- Emilia Plater, “Radical Empathy: Creating a Compelling Flawed Character” via YA Highway (via yahighway)

I wonder - perhaps the more we allow ourselves (as the writer) to be this real human being, the easier it is to imbue our characters with these qualities. Radical empathy, indeed.

edwardspoonhands:

schoolofstitchcraft:

I really hope Hank Green’s new sex channel is going to be like that episode of Blossom where Salt N Pepa come and sing “Let’s Talk About Sex.” Hank will be Blossom. That’s how I’m going to picture it anyway.

Also I hope that at least more than 1 person remembers who the fuck Blossom is. ONLY AMERICA’S FAVORITE TEENAGER.

We missed a huge opportunity…

Could still be a theme song or a guest feature?

English Pronunciation

demontadark:

xchrononautx:

kanrose:

If you can pronounce correctly every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English speakers in the world.

After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud.

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I love this thing its brilliant. Even if its your mother tongue, read it aloud anyway it’s worth it I promise.

I DUN IT GUYS!!!

Words. Words! I love dem WORDS.