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Why any slightest discomfort of woman is a municipal-to-national-level tragedy and requires immediate action, but a death of a man, such as me, will be business as usual, no eye blinked. How is this just and fair. How how how how how.

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theunitofcaring:

Everybody matters. You matter. It would matter if you died, and it matters that you’re hurting, and it sounds like right now you’re hurting a lot. 

I assume, since you’re on tumblr, which has many deficiencies but not a shortage of different perspectives on gender relations, that you’ve already seen analysis to the effect that our society denies women agency and denies men inherent worth – we treat women like they can’t accomplish anything and are fragile and need protecting and can’t really hurt people and will not produce anything of value, and we treat men like they are only as valuable as the things they produce, and matter only if they earn it through hard work, and earn value by providing it to other people. Both of these things suck. 

I am assuming that you have seen posts saying that, because there are lots of them, and that they have not made you feel any better, for the same reason that “some people get too much attention, and some get ignored, and it makes sense for many people to focus on the first problem” is not very reassuring to someone who is desperately lonely, and “some people are drowning, but some don’t have enough access to water, and it makes sense for many people to focus on the second problem” is not very reassuring to drowning people. Sometimes you need someone to care about your problem – not to contextualize it, not to explain how it is the offspring of another problem which lots of people care about, not to describe how the opposite of your problem is also a source of suffering, just to care about your problem and go “holy shit how awful”.

So, yeah. Holy shit, that’s awful. Our world did not tell you “you have likes and dislikes, and they matter. You have feelings, and they matter. You deserve to be happy, and you deserve to be valued, not for the things you accomplish but for the person you are.” Our world did not tell you “people ought to treat you well, whether you have “earned” it by being successful or not.” Our world did not tell you that ‘successful’ is a ugly contrived complicated painful thing that many people cannot reach no matter how they try, and that you are just as valuable if you never reach it. Our world did try to convince you that it was heroic to kill people and heroic to die for people; it did try to convince you that if you were successful then you would be loved; it did try to convince you that the people who were hated for being ‘losers’ deserved it. It did present all kinds of variously fucked up ideals of men who were valuable, and promise that if you contorted yourself into them then you’d be valuable too. 

Holy shit. That’s awful.

I’m so sorry, man. I’m so sorry. You deserved better. You deserve better. You matter, and have always mattered, and will always matter, and there is an entire universe that did its best to convince you otherwise and that is awful and I hate it and I wish it hadn’t been that way and I wish that it would stop.

I don’t know what it would have helped you to hear. But if you know – maybe tell it to someone. Maybe find a guy – not just a kid, I don’t think this only hurts boys in their formative stage, I think it hurts men every minute of their lives – and tell him whatever you needed to hear while the universe was yelling the exact opposite – and then it’ll be a little bit better.  

TUOC continues to be a pretty excellent example of why I think humanity is actually sorta cool.

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jumpingjacktrash:

the45thpresidentialruger:

Never talk to me or my 42 trees again

it amuses me to see people being surprised/impressed/amused by this setup, because it’s extremely common on the plains. if you don’t plant a windbreak, your heating and cooling bills are huge, and storms do things like throw the lawnmower through the living room window, take the roof off, or cake the entire north side of the house with six inches of solid ice.

evergreens remain bendy even in the coldest weather, so – wait, no, not the coldest. i remember when i was a kid it got down to like -45 and the norway pines around my house were cracking like gunshots as the sap froze.

maples, incidentally, make that noise around -20f, and i hear it at least once every winter here in southern minnesota. but i only ever heard norway pines make it that one time.

so anyway that’s why we plant pine trees around our houses. because otherwise the wind would freaking kill us.

This is informative and perfectly sensible under the circumstances but I also cannot resist the temptation to compare it to planting stuff all around the boundary of your lot in The Sims

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geekandmisandry:

My boyfriend just woke up, mostly still asleep and told me “don’t worry, it’s getting better” in a heavy, American accent, which is unusual for an Australian man.

“Why are you American?” I asked, to which I got:

“Sorry, it’s getting better” in a stereotypical posh English accent.

“Why are you English?” I asked, amused.

“What is he normally?” He managed to ask.

“He? You’re not anyone else, you’re you.”

“Ugh, me” was the last thing he said, in a right proper Aussie accent before he fell back into proper sleep.

Bitch just thwarted a ghost possession by judging his accents

My boyfriend would be gettin’ hit with the baseball bat beside our bed if he ever woke up and said, “What is he normally?” about himself.

Then you would NOT have liked the time he pointed to a corner of our room while he was sleeping and said “they share a dimension with Earth and they take cats to eat them”.

I absolutely do not like that.

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princesszeldaz:

My sense of humor is growing more and more ridiculous because I was just sitting here by myself thinking like what if instead of saying “are you kidding me” we said weird food related things like “are you frying my rice right now” or even “are you seriously buttering all of my toast with this” and honestly I cried

this post is the best thing I’ve ever put on this site because I’m still getting messages and replies from people with their own versions of these jokes

#are you flipping my pancakes

captainsnoop:

i feel like people have forgotten what “NSFW” actually stands for after all these years

it stands for “not safe for work,” as in “material that could get you fired if your boss sees you looking at it at your place of employment” 

tagging things as “nsfw” is not something to be politicized, it is a courtesy to your fellow humans so that they do not get fired or socially ostracized for someone’s whole dick being out on their computer 

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