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"Yonce x Get Ur Freak On"

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song of the year

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How Not To Be A Dick To A Little Person
(via james st. james, the wow report)
Gorgeous gal-about-town Selene Luna has written an insightful, often laugh-out-loud, guide for interacting with little people for the blog xojane. It’s a must-read for everyone.
1. Do Not Refer To Little People As “Midgets.” – There is a lot of confusion around this word, so let me break it down for you.  There is nothing wrong with the actual word, midget; it’s just a word to describe something that is very small, for example, Midget Carrots, Midget Car Racing, my ex-boyfriend is an emotional midget.  The word midget becomes offensive when it’s used to objectify a person of short stature, as in Midget Tossing, Midget Porn, Midget Rentals, where you can literally rent little people for parties and events.
Some little people don’t mind being called midget, but I do. I’ve never heard the word ‘midget’ used in a positive manner; it always seems attached to some form of hostility. When was the last time you heard someone paying a compliment using the word midget? “Little person” is the universal dignified term for anyone of short stature, 4’10” and under.
2. Do Not Make A Little Person Feel Like They’re On Display For Your Amusement. Trust me; I’ve caught my own reflection on a storefront window and thought, “What the fuck?” There aren’t a lot of little people in the world so it’s reasonable to be touched by the magic of a sighting. It freaks me out too when I see a little person, so I’m right there with you, but quickly take it in and be on your way. Some people do not know when to stop staring, to the point of ignorant gawking, and those are the people I just want to calmly and quietly go up to and say, “No one else can see me. I’ve been sent here to protect you.”
3. Do Not Try To Relate To A Little Person Because People Ogle At Your Punkie Hair, Piercings, Or Tattoos. People may rudely stare at you because you’re rockin’ a year-round Halloween Headquarters look, but don’t tell me you know the pain of being “different.” You chose to manipulate your body to look freaky and draw attention to yourself, I didn’t volunteer for this, so don’t try to hop on my carnival of pain.
4. Do Not Ask A Little Person Their Height Upon Meeting Them. Unless your eyes deceive you, there is no reason to ask a little person their height when you’re looking right at them.  Would you walk up to a woman you never met and ask her weight? Would you ask a total stranger how big his penis is?  Trust me, as many times as I’ve been tempted to do this, I have managed to fight the urge.
5. Do Not Call A Little Person To Tell Them You Just Saw A Little Person On TV. My phone blows up every time there’s a little person on CSI, like I’m the Goodwill Ambassador to Middle Earth. I mean, do I call you every time I see a fat ugly bald guy on TV? No, because I’ve got manners.
6. Do Not Take Your Little Person Friend To The Renaissance Fair. It’s been my experience that Renaissance Fair enthusiasts cannot turn it off. They are utterly enchanted by little people, as if we have the power to grant wishes or steal first-borns. I am a person, not a mystical creature, despite the fact that I’d kill to live in the Shire.
7. Do Not Tell A Little Person They Are Lucky They Get To Wear “Little” Clothes. If you like what I’m wearing, luck had nothing to do with it. It’s been a lifetime of resourceful ingenuity, home stitching and bank-breaking alterations. “Luck” means you can find your size on any store rack. If you think I’m lucky to dress like one of Marie Osmond’s porcelain dolls, you can go luck yourself.

Pretty accurate! Especially the height thing!

love the snarkiness 

keyboardwarriorprincess:

domdelicious:

hobomystical:

How Not To Be A Dick To A Little Person

(via james st. james, the wow report)

Gorgeous gal-about-town Selene Luna has written an insightful, often laugh-out-loud, guide for interacting with little people for the blog xojane. It’s a must-read for everyone.

1. Do Not Refer To Little People As “Midgets.” – There is a lot of confusion around this word, so let me break it down for you.  There is nothing wrong with the actual word, midget; it’s just a word to describe something that is very small, for example, Midget Carrots, Midget Car Racing, my ex-boyfriend is an emotional midget.  The word midget becomes offensive when it’s used to objectify a person of short stature, as in Midget Tossing, Midget Porn, Midget Rentals, where you can literally rent little people for parties and events.

Some little people don’t mind being called midget, but I do. I’ve never heard the word ‘midget’ used in a positive manner; it always seems attached to some form of hostility. When was the last time you heard someone paying a compliment using the word midget? “Little person” is the universal dignified term for anyone of short stature, 4’10” and under.

2. Do Not Make A Little Person Feel Like They’re On Display For Your Amusement. Trust me; I’ve caught my own reflection on a storefront window and thought, “What the fuck?” There aren’t a lot of little people in the world so it’s reasonable to be touched by the magic of a sighting. It freaks me out too when I see a little person, so I’m right there with you, but quickly take it in and be on your way. Some people do not know when to stop staring, to the point of ignorant gawking, and those are the people I just want to calmly and quietly go up to and say, “No one else can see me. I’ve been sent here to protect you.”

3. Do Not Try To Relate To A Little Person Because People Ogle At Your Punkie Hair, Piercings, Or Tattoos. People may rudely stare at you because you’re rockin’ a year-round Halloween Headquarters look, but don’t tell me you know the pain of being “different.” You chose to manipulate your body to look freaky and draw attention to yourself, I didn’t volunteer for this, so don’t try to hop on my carnival of pain.

4. Do Not Ask A Little Person Their Height Upon Meeting Them. Unless your eyes deceive you, there is no reason to ask a little person their height when you’re looking right at them.  Would you walk up to a woman you never met and ask her weight? Would you ask a total stranger how big his penis is?  Trust me, as many times as I’ve been tempted to do this, I have managed to fight the urge.

5. Do Not Call A Little Person To Tell Them You Just Saw A Little Person On TV. My phone blows up every time there’s a little person on CSI, like I’m the Goodwill Ambassador to Middle Earth. I mean, do I call you every time I see a fat ugly bald guy on TV? No, because I’ve got manners.

6. Do Not Take Your Little Person Friend To The Renaissance Fair. It’s been my experience that Renaissance Fair enthusiasts cannot turn it off. They are utterly enchanted by little people, as if we have the power to grant wishes or steal first-borns. I am a person, not a mystical creature, despite the fact that I’d kill to live in the Shire.

7. Do Not Tell A Little Person They Are Lucky They Get To Wear “Little” Clothes. If you like what I’m wearing, luck had nothing to do with it. It’s been a lifetime of resourceful ingenuity, home stitching and bank-breaking alterations. “Luck” means you can find your size on any store rack. If you think I’m lucky to dress like one of Marie Osmond’s porcelain dolls, you can go luck yourself.

Pretty accurate! Especially the height thing!

love the snarkiness 

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"People didn’t treat me as someone with science ambitions… They treated me as someone they thought was going to mug them, or who was a shoplifter. I’d be in a department store and security would follow me. Taxis wouldn’t stop for me. And I was just glad I had something to think about other than how society was treating me…
Teachers would say ‘You should join this or that team’, not the physics club. My fuel tank had been stoked since I was nine, but it took some energy to overcome this resistance. I wondered if there was a lost generation of people who succumbed because their fuel tanks were a little smaller than mine."

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Every time I see a photo of myself…

sneakyuncle:

Every time I see a photo of myself…

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When I go out looking like crap and I see someone I know

Im like 

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This is Lady Gaga’s new look:

srsly:

I saw it while I was at work today and and this was literally my face for 5 minutes:

I mean, jesus. All of the makeup and the horrifying as shit costumes and radical haircuts and all I’m thinking is, “Ah, too bad. Still not a pretty face.”

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Worship power, you will end up feeling weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to numb you to your own fear. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart, you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. But the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they’re evil or sinful, it’s that they’re unconscious. They are default settings.

The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy ways every day.

That is real freedom. That is being educated, and understanding how to think. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race, the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing.

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DAVID FOSTER WALLACE, IN HIS OWN WORDS | More Intelligent Life (via drinkyourjuice)

Such a good reminder of this AMAZING speech. Foster Wallace gave this speech at my boyfriend’s graduation from Kenyon in 2005 and I think about the message almost every day. 

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"… quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and never love anyone quite that way again. I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out of the West and reached the mirage. I could taste the peach and feel the soft air blowing from a subway grate on my legs and I could smell lilac and garbage and expensive perfume and I knew that it would cost something sooner or later– because I did not belong there, did not come from there– but when you are twenty-two or twenty-three, you figure that later you will have a high emotional balance, and be able to pay whatever it costs. I still believed in possibilities then, still had the sense, so peculiar to New York, that something extraordinary would happen any minute, any day, any month."

Joan Didion, “Farewell to All That” (via drinkyourjuice)

I used to feel this way about NYC, though I was born and raised here. You feel as if you’re closer to whatever that superior force is that makes things happen when you’re in New York. Something extraordinary, good or bad, is always around the corner. It’s like that feeling you get when you have a word on the tip of your tongue, but can’t seem to blurt it out.

The intensity of that desire, for something extraordinary, for something else, reminds me of the Icarus myth. It feels as if you’re flying too close to the sun. Ultimately, I moved away, because intense, palpable feeling of POSSIBILITY was too much to bear. Eventually you’ve got to get your shit together and make some choices, pursue goals, and I just couldn’t drown out the city siren call long enough to think things through.

I still love New York, foul-mouthed, exuberant, volatile New York. I think that I’d love to move back some day, when I’m older. But living in New York as a true blue adult is like watching children play in a jungle gym. You feel younger by proximity, I guess, and you’re hoping for a taste of that wild youth, that bloodlust that is the undercurrent of New York. The city is a different thing to you now, though, because you’re just a spectator, going to expensive restaurants, oblivious when you want to be to the kids who are selling their souls for fleeting glory. Like shooting stars. 

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Sing it like you mean it, puppets. 

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Lists

I am obsessed with making lists. There is something so satisfying about crossing off the “finish to do list…” item on my notepad. 

So in celebration of listless list-making (see what I did there?), here are some shows:

Favorite TV Shows:

1. Arrested Development

2. 30 Rock 

3. Peepshow

4. Louie 

5. In Betweeners 

Honorable mention: Extras. 

What are yours? 

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"If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things through narrow chinks of his cavern."

— ~Aldous Huxley (via fuckyeahkickassquotes)

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kristiewilliams:

Hi, all you animal lovers! This is pretty simple… please reblog this along! The Animal Rescue Site is having trouble getting enough people to click on it daily so they can meet their quota of getting FREE FOOD donated every day to abused and neglected animals in their shelters.
It takes less than a minute (only about 15 seconds actually) to go to their site and click on the purple box titled, ‘Click Here to Give - it’s FREE!’. From one click, which you can do DAILY, it gives around 6 bowls of food to sheltered dogs.
Keep in mind that this does not cost you a thing. Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate food to abandoned/neglected animals in exchange for advertising. Here’s the web site! Please pass this along!
www.theanimalrescuesite.com

kristiewilliams:

Hi, all you animal lovers! This is pretty simple… please reblog this along! The Animal Rescue Site is having trouble getting enough people to click on it daily so they can meet their quota of getting FREE FOOD donated every day to abused and neglected animals in their shelters.

It takes less than a minute (only about 15 seconds actually) to go to their site and click on the purple box titled, ‘Click Here to Give - it’s FREE!’. From one click, which you can do DAILY, it gives around 6 bowls of food to sheltered dogs.

Keep in mind that this does not cost you a thing. Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate food to abandoned/neglected animals in exchange for advertising. Here’s the web site! Please pass this along!

www.theanimalrescuesite.com

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