naamahdarling:

ozymandias271:

theunitofcaring:

suburbia-stoppushingg:

theunitofcaring:

dystopian novel premise:

A high flying Silicon Valley startup has invented Good Dollars, debit cards which can be restricted so that the money can only be spent “ethically” – that is, on products that have been whitelisted by the person who set up the card. Employers start paying their employees in Good Dollars instead of regular dollars so they can control how their workers spend their paychecks. 

Most employers blacklist alcohol and cigarettes, because they don’t feel it’s appropriate for you to spend your paycheck on those. Some employers, being especially socially conscious, blacklist movie theatres and swimming pools, while others make it impossible to spend your money on potato chips or soda. The CEO of Walmart really hates lobsters so Walmart paychecks are restricted so you can’t buy lobster. The CEO of Amazon has a beef with steak, so if you work for Amazon your Good Dollars won’t let you buy any.

Plot twist: like all great dystopian novels, this one is just “what if we treated everyone the way we treat poor people”. Kansas lawmakers have banned welfare recipients from spending their money on movies and swimming pools. Missouri tried to ban food stamps recipients from spending the food stamps on steak, seafood, and cookies. Wisconsin is debating a ban on buying “unhealthy” food with food stamps.

So if you’re in the mood to be a brave teenage protagonist, boy have I got a system for you to take on.

The difference, is that when you WORK for your money, the government will have no say in how you spend it. You know why? Because it’s YOUR money. When you’re spending the governments money, they have the right to decide how you spend it. They have the right to say “if your poor enough to be on welfare, your too poor to buy LUXARY ITEMS.” Get over government programs and stop complaining.

This post has gotten a lot of responses to this effect, and they bother me. 

If a company decides that its employees are “spending the company’s money, not your money” when they spend their paychecks, and therefore restricts paychecks so you can only spend them on virtuous things, almost everyone thinks that would be evil. Some people think it’s okay because you could always get a different job, but I think even most of those people would prefer that companies not do this.

We all know that some people will make bad choices. Pretty much no one thinks that justifies Good Dollars (partially because we think people have the right to make bad choices, partially because we think people are better at knowing their own needs than their bosses or Congress).

What does it mean to say someone on benefits doesn’t deserve to go swimming? That they are wrong to have decided swimming is a good use of their money, which the government knows because it is great at prescribing peoples’ personal lives and could definitely never go wrong while doing so? That, even though they’re right that going swimming will keep them healthy and happy, they don’t deserve to be healthy or happy? Maybe what people really mean is that not being allowed to go swimming will motivate people go get a job, but there’s no evidence to suggest it does and in any event lack of motivation isn’t really the barrier to employment for most unemployed people. 

It really seems to me that the reason people feel it’s okay for welfare programs to do this is that we think people on benefits are fundamentally less trustworthy, less deserving of happiness, and less capable of making choices than other people.  And honestly, fuck that. The government sucks at running peoples’ lives. Pretty much everyone can run their own life better than the government can do it for them. And every single being in the world is deserving of happiness and always will be, because happiness is good and suffering is bad

For many people, such as diabetics, “unhealthy” food is sometimes medically necessary.

Also, children who are on food stamps still have birthdays, and should be allowed birthday cake. I mean, if you want to be the anti-birthday-cake-for-five-year-olds contingent, be my guest, but be aware that you’re a fucking Care Bear villain

I’m so sick and tired of the notion that because I’m TOO MENTALLY ILL TO WORK I should somehow be punished by not being allowed to run my own fucking life.

Like, how much more proof do you need that people like me are devalued, considered worthless. Worse than worthless. We’re drains on the system.

I have IBS. Right now? A lot of what I can eat without being in horrific pain on a daily basis is “unhealthy.” And even if it weren’t true, that doesn’t give anyone the right to tell me what I should be eating. Fuck off with the food policing. Adults who depend on government programs to survive are not CHILDREN.

And the actual children who rely on government programs to survive deserve to grow up without the crushing despair that comes from having your ever action scrutinized and judged JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE POOR.

saint-of-powder:

dogthing2:

kirihina:

okay-ibelieveyou:

beeeds:

So my cousin actually baked fucking cookies in her car while at work today in the 40° heat.

Bet her car smells fucking delicious.

For all my fellow american friends, 40 degrees Celsius is 104 degrees Fahrenheit.

That rules

aight so listen the FDA says eggs need to be at least 145F. as far as I can tell, this is not only not hot enough to Disinfect the dough which is remarkable, but stuff was probly thriving in there. but moreover these r clearly  just dryass playdough nasty, like that aint even hot enough to activate leavening agents, or caramelize the sugars which is anywhere from 230-320F, and I STRONGLY doubt the albedo of cookie dough is low enough to get it much hotter than 120, 130 even in direct sunlight, so in short these are just Nasty Ass Patties of Stank Snack

chronic-illness-support:

therenboy:

warning: death mention

Can we please be more realistic in our chronic illness/disability positivity? I feel a lot of it revolves around “It will get easier. It will get manageable/better. Hang in there! situations change!” while ignoring something very important,

For a lot of us, it doesn’t get better. It doesn’t get easier. A lot of us won’t fight on.

We are uninsured, in poverty, are already in the late stages of a (or a few) progressive chronic illnesses and/or disabilities. For a lot of us, we do not have the ability to ever reach a remission. We are treatment resistant. Our mobility will diminish and diminish. For a lot of us, we will permanently be in flares. And, sadly, a good amount of us will die due to a progressive illness (CF, as an example) without transplants or expensive treatments. A lot of our physical disabilities have already reached the worst they can get. Trauma will do that.

Positivity isn’t simply seeking out a positive outcome or positive change that is seemingly unreachable for a large amount of our community. It is validating the experiences within this community. It is being able to say “this may/will not end well, but we’ll support you.”

 why not say;

  • “It may not get better. But try and know that’s not your fault.”
  • “I know you’re in the late stages of your disease and/or disability. I’ll/We’ll stick by you. I promise.”
  • “This will be hard. And you’re allowed to be weak. We’ll be strong for you.”
  • “Things may not change, but that doesn’t mean you haven’t grown or that you haven’t contributed something important.”

We need to stop seeing positivity as a way to only celebrate those who push themselves safely in what they do,  those who reach remission, those who can smile through pain, those who can put their important scarce energy into networking and advocating, etc.

We need to start seeing positivity as a way to support one another and accepting that, even if it doesn’t get better, we can still be there for one another. And that’s okay. That’s positive. 

Grant each other autonomy to approach their illnesses/disabilities as they see fit. 

thank you. I needed this.

artpop-baby:

medusa-seduce-ya:

micdotcom:

Old Dominon fraternity hangs disgusting banner to welcome freshmen girls

Even in the best of situations, dropping off a child at college can be a stressful experience. But some students at Old Dominion University in Norfolk, Virginia, apparently decided to make “welcome week” a little worse for parents and arriving freshmen (Top image.) 

The signs that appeared at ODU aren’t the only ones popping up on the nation’s campuses. Total Frat Move posted a few other photographs apparently showing similar incidents at other colleges, describing them as “hilarious.”

Old Dominion President John R. Broderick was quick to react to the situation on his campus, relaying an interaction he had with a new female student who thought about going home — and how he promises to take action.

white frat boys are gross

This is fucking terrifying

this reminds me of that chant they used to yell at the dorms, and feeling super fucking uncomfortable having to sit in a bus surrounded by guys yelling WEVE COME TO FUCK YOUR WOMEN WEVE COME TO DRINK YOUR BEER SO BRING OUT YOUR WOMEN AND BRING OUT YOUR BEER

Down the Rabbit Hole: The world of estranged parents’ forums | Issendai.com

prospitianescapee:

prospitianescapee:

For several years now I’ve followed blogs about narcissists and other abusers, written by victims of abuse. They’re powerful tools for recovery, and powerful testimonials to the impact of emotional abusers on other people’s lives. What’s been missing is the abusers’ perspective on the abuse. The narcissists I see online don’t write about their relationships with their children and close friends; they hardly write about their own partners, except as props in the narcissist’s ongoing drama. I assumed that there was no way to get the abusers’ side of the story, that abusers are smart enough to not incriminate themselves in their own blogs, and like hell would they get together with other abusers to discuss abuse.

I was wrong.

The keywords to find abusers’ support communities are “estranged parents” and “grandparents’ rights.”

This part from a few pages in was kind of my manual for figuring out when a criminal defense client was guilty:

Many members truly can’t remember what their children said. Anything tinged with negative emotion, anything that makes them feel bad about themselves, shocks them so deeply that they block it out. They really can’t remember anything but screaming. This emotional amnesia shapes their entire lives, pushing them to associate only with people who won’t criticize them, training their families to shelter them from blows so thoroughly that the softest protest feels like a fist to the face.

But it runs even deeper than that. Posts in estranged parents’ forums are vague. Members recount stories with the fewest possible details, the least possible context. They don’t recreate entire scenes, repeat entire conversations, give entire text exchanges; they paraphrase hours of conversation away. The only element they describe in detail is their own grief or rage. Nor do the other members press them for more information.

Compare this with the forums for adult children of abusers, where the members not only cut-and-paste email exchanges into their posts, they take photos of handwritten letters and screenshot text conversations. They recreate scenes in detail, and if the details don’t add up, the other members question them about it. They get annoyed when a member’s paraphrase changes the meaning of a sentence, or when omitted details change the meaning of a meeting. They care about precision, context, and history.

The difference isn’t a matter of style, it’s a split between two ways of perceiving the world. In one worldview, emotion is king. Details exist to support emotion. If a member gives one set of details to describe how angry she is about a past event, and a few days later gives a contradictory set of details to describe how sad she is about the same event, both versions are legitimate because both emotions are legitimate.

Down the Rabbit Hole: The world of estranged parents’ forums | Issendai.com