One of my favorite thing I’ve learned about animals studies is that you should avoid using colorful leg bands when you’re banding birds because you can accidentally completely skew the data because female birds prefer males with colorful bands
Apparently if you put a red band on a male red wing blackbird his harem size can double
So like you can completely frick up the natural reproduction of a group of birds by giving a guy a bracelet so stylish that females CANNOT resist him
Sometimes I randomly remember that time a little girl, a 9 year old CHILD, wrote on her homework assignment ‘girls have vaginas’ and the trans cult had a massive fit over it and called for blood. ��Some said they wanted to slap the shit out of her, the child. Some said they wanted to slap the shit out of the girl’s mother (no mention of the father, of course). Some said the girl should be taken out of her home. Some people demanded the girl’s home address and the address of the school she attended. Some called for the girl’s teacher to be penalized/fired and the school to get in all sorts of trouble. Many of them said everyone involved should be ashamed. Sometimes I randomly remember how vicious and hateful a group of people got over a homework assignment, and it really messes with my head.
hey if you’re in the U.S. and use food stamps or know somebody who does i found this online cookbook that has recipes for eating well on approximately $4/day :o)
Animal Crossing villagers will say shit like “Hey, how much water do you think is underneath your fridge from all the ice cubes kicked under? My guess is AT LEAST half a 7-11 Big Gulp! Hey! Call me over on a hot day and I could get a straw and sip it up!”
actually i hate movies where all the "comedy" is just a character displaying autistic traits. "you should be laughing because this character is missing social cues, is enthusiastic about their interests, and is sensitive to loud noises and strange tastes/smells" no actually im not laughing. i have a straight face actually because this isn't funny it's just dumb and annoying and i can guarantee you bullied autistic kids in high school
this may be an Unpopular Opinion (even on tumblr) but like the 8-hour workday is just Too Gotdamn Long
like even sitting in an office for eight hours a day isn’t particularly pleasant (or healthy, as we are beginning to see) but when we’re talking about doing *actual work* for that same amount time it gets pretty fucking brutal
doing literally *anything* (even leisure activities) for eight hours straight tends to be less than enjoyable but when we’re talking about things like construction, landscaping, factory work, and hell, even foodservice and retail, eight hours is a fucking ETERNITY
i might just be a lazy weak-willed bitch but honestly i think i’m not entirely wrong
Catherine Malabou proposes three different visions of recovery from trauma, and each one is attached to an animal: the phoenix, the spider and the salamander.
The phoenix is a vision of recovery where the wound it utterly erased. The phoenix rises from the ashes unscathed by its injuries, perfectly unblemished, precisely as it was before. Recovery means being present once again, without any scars of your former injury. Healing means making those hurt parts of yourself disappear, reconstituting them into a higher form of life.
The spider endlessly accumulates scars, which are spun into a web that’s carefully crafted to hide the original wound. The trauma is highly visible to everyone, but it’s also hidden away. If the web is cut, it only reveals more web. An attempt to sew up one gap can cause another to fray and reopen. Healing is a lucky chance. The web constantly expands, but nothing ever closes the wound. It only becomes more complex.
The salamander grows new limbs. The limbs have no scars, but they aren’t completely identical to what was there before. There’s no endless web, and there’s no higher form of life, but there isn’t a monstrous gap, either. The spider and the salamander both craft a careful response to trauma, but the salamander deprograms the wound. The injury shapes the salamander, but it’s that same injury which creates a new being, transformed just a little bit. Just a little change in shape that can change the system around it in unpredictable ways. Like the phoenix, the salamander is born in the fire, but it can’t rise above it. It stays in it, continually tested, transformed, constantly regenerating new and different parts of itself that will make the world just a bit different than it was before.