Isn’t this kinda omitting the fact Pu Yi ruled Manchukuo before the whole “reeducation camp” thing?

You realize that humans and gorillas have very different social dynamics? Can we drop the stupid pseudoscience?

It’s more that before, women couldn’t get fucking bank accounts or hold most jobs, which meant that marriage for them was a matter of survival. Now, women are able to support themselves and get to choose whether they want to be in relationships are not.

With therapy you are a professional who is understood and respected as a professional. With sex work you are understood as a societal problem and being outed as having done sex work can harm other future career prospects.

They’d give the class to a coach who would use it to push right wing ideology, like they already do for the single required class now.

Mandating that something be taught isn’t a blind fix - it’s more that our culture has a distinct anti-intellectual bent. I’ve taught and tutored a little civics, and I have had students that didn’t want to think about what they believed at all, just “I’m a Republican because my parents are.”

We need a culture shift back to recognizing and valuing competence and critical thinking.

There’s a scene in the novel The Orphanmasters Son where the main character jerks off male cows to get enough calories to survive a North Korean camp. It broke my suspension of disbelief, tbh.

You’ve caught me. This shitpost is part of my veiled conspiracy to increase oat milk sales using a diegetically attractive Santa Claus. It’s part of my cults plan to ensure the growth of the Quaker Man, who we keep in an underground vat we will eventually use to achieve the apocalypse.

Legit. Gotta be fresh, homemade stuff can be slimy. But oat milk is dank.

Pretty sure they also have a lot of government/medical contracts. I helped put together fentanyl test kits for the state, and I’m pretty sure almost everything was Uline branded.

Still interesting to ask about that dent’s shape. We could think about how the chemistry of the material composing it/the way it weathered, or approach it as a micro biome where an entire ecological niche is carved out around going from rain puddle to rain puddle. If the puddle is in concrete, we can talk about issues of equity - do some neighborhoods have different shapes of puddle (eg, how well does the city maintain different neighborhood’s infrastructure.)

We can accept that the outlines of our puddle are stochastic and arbitrary, but that doesn’t mean we can’t marvel at tracing out its shape.

It absolutely irks me reading it. I am an OU alumni, and that level of writing would have been unacceptable in any of my classes. I feel like someone took a giant shit on my degree.

Rowling has spent tons of money petitioning the UK Supreme Court to basically make existing as a trans person in public illegal. She’s got more money than some cities do.

Like, legally, there is no where a trans man can piss in the UK. Not allowed in the women’s, not allowed in the men’s. Just got piss yourself.

It’s amazing how being an unrepentant sex pest is like a golden ticket into conservative stardom.

Reminds me how many of the “War on Science” conservative grifters crying academic freedom actually lost their jobs for fucking their students.

I’m guessing that faculty member was cis 🙃

[Transcript]

“I think you’ve healed my ballet injuries enough for one day,” Maddie giggled, smirking. “But I do have one teeny-weeny wittle wound that could use a pounding from your Theragun,” she teased.

As their lips were about to meet, the physical therapy office door slammed open. There stood Maddie’s father, looking furious. “What the hell is this?”

“Dad, it’s not what it looks like,” Maddie stammered, her cheeks burning as bright pink as her tutu.

James stood protectively in front of Maddie, his posture tense. “We were just-”

“I know what you are…” Mr. Stevens hissed. He slammed James against the Stairmaster "Balleraggot”

James hadn’t heard that word in years. He was brought right back to PT academy, to the hate he had faced simply because of who he couldn’t help but love. As his head hit the top step of the Stairmaster, he heard all the other familiar slurs, too: nutcracker, chasse chaser, plié-wad, and even tutu-fucker. He collapsed to the ground.

“And you…” He turned to his daughter, who’d broken into tears.

"Don’t think for one fucking second that we didn’t know. That’s right, your mother knew, may she rest in peace. All those years at performing arts high school… any normal daughter would’ve healed from the occasional sprain. Imagine the shame you brought onto your chemotherapy mother when she had to explain to the Rotary Club why her daughter spent her entire senior year in PT. Throwing herself at every new physical therapist. Imagine the tears in your chemommy’s eyes when we heard you in your bedroom, firing, up your Theragun for the fifth time on one of her last nights with us.”

"Leave your daughter alone, " James bellowed, tears streaming down his face as he slowly stood up.

“She’s hardly my daughter now,” Mr. Simmons laughed derisively.

"Make me.”

“Oh, I will.” James cocked his Theragun.

The Brightest Light of Sunshine

Determined to walk away from a traumatic past, 22-year-old Grace Allen feels ready to take the next step in her healing journey—dipping a toe into the dating pool. Although she should probably start by making a friend or two, right?

Samuel ‘Cal’ Callaghan isn’t who she had envisioned as her first male friend in… well, forever. With an intimidating build, tattoos everywhere, eight years her senior, and a little sister under his care, the last thing she expected was to warm up to him so easily. As their friendship evolves, Grace can’t help but wonder if Cal is exactly who she’s been looking for all this time.

Cal can’t afford to lose sight of his priorities—making sure his tattoo parlor thrives and taking care of his little sister. Especially the latter. He wants to make sure 4-year-old Maddie has a healthy and happy childhood, despite their mother going off the rails and her father’s blatant neglect. There’s certainly no room for love in his life right now. But when a sweet blonde with a veiled past breaks down his walls, he finds it difficult to stick to his guns.

Amazing that putting pubic hair in your coworkers coffee is not a career killing move.

I guess, unlike Kavanaugh, to my knowledge Thomas has never raped anyone.

This is book 2 in a published series.

They’ve already massively cut off funding for public outreach, and a lot of firings across the board. This administration has absolutely fucked over NASA already.

Trans men will be told to use the women’s, and then get the shit beaten out of them.