probably gonna get slammed with anon hate for this but like…
much of the ableism towards Autistic people doesn’t happen “because we’re Autistic,” it happens because we’re weird.
now consider that… and now consider what some of the most common insults are here on tumblr.
weird, gross, embarrassing, cringeworthy… all insults based on that same idea of “you are different and we don’t like you.”
and now consider the constant mocking of “just trying to be special” and “Not Like Other Girls™” that is constantly seen on tumblr.
from early childhood, we are taught and conditioned to know that any deviation from the norm will be punished. for Autistic people, who make up a big portion of what is usually thought of as tumblr’s userbase, this conditioning is often increased tenfold by coercive “therapies” such as ABA and Social Thinking.
the fact that so much of tumblr’s culture is based on strict deviation from the norm– often citing “weird, embarrassing, cringeworthy, just trying to be special” as offenses– is regressive. and as an Autistic person, I would go so far as to say that it is at least somewhat rooted in ableism.
if you’re Autistic and you do this, especially if you’re a survivor of coercive behavioral and social treatments designed to make you “normal,” please think about why you take part in this treatment of others. I know you’ve been hurt, and overcoming internalized ableism is hard. I’m here to help.
if you’re allistic and you do this, please stop. just stop. we’ve already been through enough.
also yes, allistics can reblog this. please do, in fact.
This is absolutely true, and something I’ve been too unsure how to articulate, so thank you.
Yes, don’t mock other people’s special interests. But also don’t mock people who don’t seem to do anything but watch Minecraft youtubers, or talk to you for hours about, I don’t know, MLP or their favorite wrestler.
Yes, don’t mock people for sensory issues or for stimming. But also don’t mock the middle schooler who still sucks his thumb, or that kid who shrieks every time there’s a loud noise, or anything you haven’t necessarily diagnosed in your head as autistic.
It’s as simple as not mocking “weirdness” that isn’t harmful.
Don’t mock people for being autistic, yes, but don’t make it “it’s okay for them to be weird, as an exception, just because I know they’re autistic. This is acceptable because it’s autism.” Maybe, instead, question why it was ever unacceptably “cringey,” and why you needed to know.
Don’t make exceptions for us in “cringe culture”: create a culture in which (aside from any genuinely harmful difficulties/behaviors, I have some, that’s different) we’re not weird.
This is such an important post! I won’t judge anyone who doesn’t, but if you have room for it on your blog, please share; it would improve many of our lives materially.
lately i’ve started to think that cringe culture is largely perpetrated by people who’ve suffered from it, as a kind of retroactive self-defense. like, “this thing i was punished for is genuinely bad, right? i won’t be punished any more now that i stopped doing it? it’s not just that people are mean and could hurt me again any time?”
it’s yet another of the Just World Fallacy’s poisonous tendrils. people must deserve to get hurt, because otherwise you can’t stop it.
I do feel bad for plants in general. Like, I know they are often as vicious as animals in many ways, just slower. But, I mean, they just show up and they’re like, “I Think I Will Evolve To Eat The Sun And Also Make Oxygen And How Now Is All This.” And, like, everything fucking dies at first (totally not plants fault, btw. okay maybe it was but they didn’t mean to) but then new things evolve. And they’re like, “Fuck it, eating each other suuuucks. Let’s eat the plants which give us life.” And so we start doing that. And plants are all, “Oh Dear No, I Do Not Care At All For Being Eaten. I Will Make Myself Into Poison Sometimes.” But, y’know, stuff kept eating plants anyway so plants, ever the bro, came up with a new idea. “I Have Made A Decision About Being Eaten And You May Eat Me Friends And Here Is An Especially Tasty Bit Packed All Full of Delicious Sugars Which I Have Produced At Great Cost (What They Do Not Know Is That My Seeds Are Within And Shall Be Propagated Near And Far By Their Dung)“ But that’s not good enough for animals, no, not at all. We love the fuck out of some pomegranates but also alliums which are like, “I Have Not Decided To Go In For This Being Eaten Business. I Shall Be Very Foul Tasting And Also A Poison.” But no, sorry, onions, you fucked up. You accidentally wound up with a species that just doesn’t give up or fully comprehend the idea of things tasting “”‘bad’“’ or other concepts like not eating poison. (Sorry, plants, later we turn some of you who are not poison into a poison we consume recreationally. We really enjoy eating poison.) Legit, alliums are deadly to, like, every other species. And we call them aromatics and throw them in everything. Peppers are the best, though. They completely got on the being eaten train. BUT ONLY BIRDS Peppers are like, “You May Eat Me, Fair Avian, For You Are Sure To Spread Me A Great Distance. But, Mammal, Take HEED. Should You Eat Me Then I Will Burn You Most Terribly.” And we were all about that. “The FUCK, burning? I love pain,” said humans, presumably. “You know, peppers, you and evolution have done a good job at burning us but I am pretty sure we could make your chemical agony even more potent. Come hang with us,” humans added to a very confused pepper just before creating the ghost chili.
This is something I’ve been meaning to talk about, and I may do a full blog post at some point, but here’s a capsule version:
The Benign Violation Theory of humor, which is probably the best one out there, suggests that something is perceived as funny when it is simultaneously perceived as violating how the world “should” work and as benign. Something like the “gun” meme, for example, is funny because it violates our sense of how a joke should progress, and at the same time it’s harmless.
Racist/sexist/etc shock humor violates our sense of how the world work–in either a “that’s not true!” or “you’re not allowed to say that!” way–and therefore whether you find it funny is based on whether you find it benign, which is to say either you think it’s harmless or you don’t care about the people it harms. (This is the root of the punch up/kick down distinction–jokes that punch up are funnier than jokes that kick down because the people they target are less vulnerable and therefore less likely to experience harm.)
So yes, science agrees that if you think racist jokes are funny, the reason is that you don’t care about the feelings of the people the joke is about. There’s a word for that.
you ever think about how funny Devil Went Down to Georgia really is? conceptually? people are being so good I guess that the devil himself is strapped for souls and decides to scrape the bottom of that holy barrel. throws a dart at a map and is like “Georgia it is I suppose” cause I know he didn’t pick that on purpose. goes down to Georgia as it were and just picks the first kid he sees. how old is Johnny? I like to think 11 or so. doesn’t matter. the only way the devil knows how to run shit is with battle of the bands style rules. picks the fiddle because that’s just what he happens to have on hand in solid gold I guess. he just so happens to pick a child fiddle prodigy. what did you expect? its Georgia bitch Johnny doesn’t have anything better to do. so the devil gets his big red ass spanked. and then a child calls him a son of a bitch
area blogger arrives in local fandom ten years late, with shitposts
Steve Rogers: So I fell to what I thought was my death, only to get frozen in an iceberg for the better part of a century–and when I thawed back out, just about everyone I’d ever known was dead, I’d managed to sleep through a bunch of wars, and the jerks I’d been up against in the first place were about six inches away from world domination.
Extremely handy if you follow a lot of people and hate missing anything good.
Best Stuff First moves the best stuff on your dashboard—mhm!—right up to the top.
It’s rolling out this week on iOS and Android, and comes with this Help Center article.
Thanks! ✌️
I don’t have the option to turn it off yet, but chances are good that my dash is still affected. Chances are good that y’all have been affected. Whatever you do, keep checking your settings tab for the ability to TURN THIS OFF. Because we creators are gonna suffer from this.
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There’s a chance that y’all might not have gotten this option yet, but i finally did. For the sake of all creators out there, check your general settings and look for this option. If you have it, TURN IT OFF. Don’t let some algorithm dictate what you see.
Don’t just like this. It needs to be spread so people know. Not only will your feed be out of chronological order, but creators who aren’t hella popular are suffering lack of exposure because of this. This is the one thing i WILL pressure to reblog.
Sup all, just checked again (02 NOV 17) and turned this fucker off on my blog.
So apparently last year the National Park Service in the US dropped an over 1200 page study of LGBTQ American History as part of their Who We Are program which includes studies on African-American history, Latino history, and Indigenous history.
Like. This is awesome. But also it feels very surreal that maybe one of the most comprehensive examinations of LGBTQ history in America (it covers sports! art! race! historical sites! health! cities!) was just casually done by the parks service.
Today I found out we owe most of our punctuation to the medieval Irish. They’d had no experience with Latin before, so when these Latin manuscripts started showing up written in all caps with no spaces between the words looking like a brick wall of hot nonsense, the Irish sighed and said “give me that feckin quill” and they did such a good job of editing the texts and producing readable copies that their conventions kind of stuck with us through the ages
Irish pride woot
my isle of saints and scholars
… really pedantic saints
Scholars and monks in Early Medieval Ireland actually went so far as devising their own literary dialect of Latin, Hiberno-Latin. Which they loved to use for very very nerdy wordplay.