when ur parents say something really racist/sexist/misogynistic/ableist/queerphobic and you just laugh like “h a ha h aa yeahhh” cuz u don’t wanna start drama but it makes ur skin crawl for the rest of the week
does anyone else ever get really stressed over assignments and know that you should be doing them but you feel like you physically can’t stop procrastinating and that just stresses you out even more or is that just me
Can you explain why Europeans were much more technologically advanced than the indigenous populations of Africa? I mean, these cultures hadn't even invented sewage systems, which is something the Romans were able to design and implement in 800-735 BC (a long fucking time before "the white man" colonized it)... I mean fuck, without "the white man", they would probably still be in the fucking bronze age.
I don’t really know what kind of history books bigots like you read.
The Great Libraries of Timbuktu? The steel metallurgy of the Haya? Dentistry? Caesarean section? Premature neonatal care? Mathematics, architecture, engineering?
I know it’s hard for a racist like you who imagines “technological advancement” to be some kind of end-all-be-all, or proof of some “inherent intelligence”. I know, I know. It’s hard to imagine, but Europeans have been drawing knowledge from everyone around them since the dawn of time. What did you think ended the Dark Ages?
All houses in the major cities of Harappa and Mohenjo−daro had access to water and drainage facilities. Waste water was directed to covered drains which lined the major streets directed to covered drains, which lined the major streets. Each home had its own private drinking well and its own private bathroom. The mains that carried wastewater to a cesspit were tall enough for people to walk through. Reservoirs, a central drainage system, fresh water pumped into the homes. Pools. Baths.
“I almost convinced myself recently that
luck doesn’t exist at all. Life is just a series
of chances that turn out good or bad
depending on our attitude. I was so close
to believing it. But then I remembered the time
I was eighteen and in the back of a battered
old people carrier driving in the dark down a
freeway in America and it was late and we were
so tired we could barely move and all the motels
were full and we were full too, of canyons and
natural wonders and all the things we’d seen
and the people we were too shy to talk to
and that squirrel eating peanuts out of a tourist’s
hands. We were driving and we couldn’t see the sky
for streetlights and the cars were all going in the
other direction and I was moaning because I wanted
to find a bed. That’s when the memory starts. I am
lolling back, teasing Ross about the amount of
Mountain Dew he’s drunk and the sky lights up.
We pass over the border into Utah and it lights up
again. Don’t believe anybody when they tell you
there’s no such thing as bliss. I felt like all the stars
in the sky as we drove into Monument Valley under
a lightening storm, craggy rocks backlit like we
had entered an apocalypse. The immensity of that
moment was enough to outsize the entire
universe. Three of us in a beat-down car packed full
of junk food and camping gear we didn’t want to use
and the weather showing off for us like we were the
only teenagers it had ever wanted to see. Moments
like that drive epic poems and two-hour movies.
You could build a house inside something like that.
I was there for it. I shall never dismiss luck again.”—We Were Road-Tripping And | E.H.
i’ve had to translate EVERY SINGLE SENTENCE from academia-speak in order for my partner to process one of her readings. it’s DISABILITY THEORY. IF THE PEOPLE YOU ARE WRITING TO CAN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU’RE SAYING, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU WRITING FOR?
this is very much a problem but tbh i’m pretty sure that most academic disability theory (and other social justicey theory stuff) is not actually intended for the marginalized groups as the target audience. which is probably the actual problem.
“Try to remember that taking care of ourselves in the emotional and physical sense is a revolutionary act. The world can be a really sick place, and we need to care for ourselves in ways we were never taught we’d have to.”—Kim Christoffel (via fourteendrawings)
my strangest legacy - in high school, for one reason or another (I can’t remember) my friends and I wrote “34 days until March 2nd” on the whiteboard in the drama classroom. It was completely arbitrary but we kept it it up, “30 days until March 2nd” ”23 days until March 2nd” etc. It spread around enough that the entire school is buzzing about what is going to happen on March 2nd. We figure we should think of something and decide to bring in cake. There were about 13 of us in total committed to bringing a cake. On March 2nd, during 3rd period lunch we all entered the cafeteria in a line (the parade of the cakes) and laid them out—a grand cake buffet for everyone in that lunch period. We did it the next year. And after we graduated it kept going.
This past March 2nd was the 9th year they’ve done it. It’s become a school sponsored event. There are t-shirts for this thing every year. March 2nd is cake day. I am a god.
I am dying I went to sleep at 5.30 this morning because I had to finish that fucking thing and got up at 7 and good god its 4 in the afternoon now and I just want to nap but if I do I’ll mess up my sleep schedule further