“Definitely an up-do. Maybe like a kind of messy bun. I’m thinking—and stop me if this doesn’t make any sense—but a kind of homesteader vibe? Like a kind of “Little House on the Prairie,” “I’m gonna stand my ground and don’t mess with me or my kin” kind of deal? But, like, sexy. Like, it basically says, “I’ve got a ton of stuff to do, like shuck corn, and muck out a barn, but I’ve still managed to retain a femininity that glints in the most attractive and unexpected ways.” Like, picture a lady standing in a field with her dress flapping nobly in the wind, and maybe she’s holding a basket of wheat and squinting into the distance, and she’s like, Oh man, when is he gonna return, because I’ve borne so much already? Except I don’t want to look all weathered, just, like, super pretty but also like I have a ton of inner reserves? Does that make any sense? No? O.K., let me put it this way. Have you ever had a watercolor teacher who is, like, a handsome older lady with all this effortless grace who always piles her gray hair on top of her head in the same way, with a few tendrils hanging down, because she just doesn’t have time for anything else? And she always wears a floppy denim shirt and you know her house has all this tasteful Southwestern stuff in it, and maybe she had an affair with a jazz musician and has seen a lot of sadness but she still has a playful spark in her eye and gives really frank hand jobs. Is this clarifying anything?”
I don’t know about the hand jobs, but I definitely had that teacher. Except she wasn’t watercolours, she was a theatre set painter who’d done huge backdrops for, like, the opera.
There’s a bunch of horror movies about Americans visiting Europe and having to live through some horrible old world thing.
My friend joked that someone should make a movie about Northern Europeans visiting the U.S.
Everything would be shot like a horror movie but it would just be Europeans being horrified by perfectly friendly Americans doing everyday things “Is that a man on the street with A GUN!?” “You have to p-pay to see the doctor!?” “Why are taxes not included in the price!?” “I have to tip waiters!?” complete with suspenseful music and dull colors. All tongue in cheek of course.
I live in Toronto, which has a lot of squirrels. Most of
them have black fur. Occasionally I like to google up tourists’ reactions to
them, which tend to be a combination of “awwh” and “WTF?!”
Not to critique evolution, but I would think orange and black stripes wouldn’t be as good for camouflage in a forest as, say, green and black would.
It turns out a lot of animals can’t see the difference between orange and green! Elephants, for instance, have dichromatic vision (two types of cones, rather than three like most humans.)
Check out this diagram from ResearchGate. It deals with the color vision of horses, who are also generally dichromatic. (I think, though I’m not sure, that zebras would have the same color vision as horses.) See how orange and green look to them?
Not to critique evolution but I think prey animals should be better at telling when their predator is dressed like a traffic cone.
It doesn’t matter what zebras see, because tigers are not native to Africa and do not naturally hunt zebra. Tigers are Asian and mostly hunt animals like deer, elk, and buffalo. These aren’t animals with great color vision. They don’t need to have it because they don’t eat fruit and so don’t need to know when the berry is ripe vs when it’s not. Good color vision is too expensive to have if you don’t need it. Deer put their vision stats in a wide field of vision that is sensitive to motion, low light capabilities, and possibly seeing UV light. They don’t have great color and lack a lot of acuity, but have a great sense of smell and good hearing. That’s way more useful if you’re prey. Deer see well in the blue end of the color spectrum and less well in the red. This makes sense because deer are most active in the dawn and dusk periods, when there is more blue in the light. Tigers are taking advantage of deer eyesight by being orange.
We see tigers are being obviously colored because tigers are fruit colored to our tree ape brains.
I don’t know what the best part of this is: implying that deer chose their attributes on a character sheet, or the fact that we get to see tiger colors because they look like a snack.
I feel like the current moment in history is some sick parody of American ideology the fucking president tweets incoherently all day long and everybody still takes American politics seriously because it’s literally a matter of life and death but at the same time the spectical of it all is just so fucking insane
There’s something fucked up about being forced to take parody seriously at the threat of death.
My girlfriend and I just had our front porch defaced with “Queers”.
A few days after the incident I’d just like to say
1. Thanks for the supportive messages. They helped a lot. We’re both fine and nothing else has come of it.
2. While I fully support self-identifying as queer by those to whom the term is connected, anyone pushing the “queer is a slur is a terf dogwhistle” line needs to fuck off and spend some time outside Portland ESPECIALLY if you’re a cis person.
This is commentary specifically on people trying to label people uncomfortable with the word as terfs.
I grew up in a town in the midwest and the idea that queer could be something other than something shouted at me in anger and preceding violence was not something introduced to me until I was already an adult. These days sometimes I use it self referentially. Sometimes I don’t. Past couple days I don’t think I’d have the stomach to. I left the midwest to try and get away from this shit. I understand people who want to identify with it. And I understand people who want some distance from it.
And I’m one entire trans woman and lesbian so anyone calling me a terf over my complex feelings can fuck off as well.
By and large the debate over Queer has seemed to me to largely ignore, on both sides, that it’s a big country and a big world and one person’s experiences with the word are different from another’s. We’re hotly debating on both a national and a global stage something which has no clear answer on that level. Maybe everyone needs to take some step back and chill.
Wow. Whenever one of my political posts gets super popular I have to cleanse my blog of a few alt right weirdos. One was harassing people who replied to one post. Sorry if any of you got caught up in that.
Another sent me a link to a post they wrote saying I did a bunch of evil stuff but did not give any specifics at all.
“You did bad things!” “Like what?” “The bad ones.” “I see.” “And you lied!” “About what?” “The things!”
So just to warn all of you… apparently I am a liar, I spread misinformation, and I am in an echo chamber.
OH! And even though there are plenty of decent statistical models that can estimate what a living wage is for a certain location, I’m told that is UNPOSSIBLE TO KNOW.
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