My name is Jade, before I was me, I was somebody else. A warden, a hero. I can only hope to shed the stigma I am aligned to to become something greater.
Starting February 1st at 12 am EST and extending to February 8 at 12 am EST, Phase Three consists of logging off Tumblr for an entire week and sending daily tweets to those who oversee Tumblr.
Phase Three’s main goal is to drop Verizon’s stock and to make Tumblr aware we are not standing by as they censor users and enforce a shoddy Flagging system. By tweeting each day, we gain exposure on our cause and put pressure on Tumblr to change.
The official F.A.Q will be released in a week and will answer the most prevalent questions. We will also release a list of complaints with the F.A.Q. If you have suggestions or questions, please DM us here or on Twitter. Thank you!
I think it’s deeply, deeply sad when I watch a video on YouTube and a woman says, “I’m having a no makeup day/it’s important to have no makeup days/I didn’t feel like doing anything today…. So I just put concealer under my eyes and on my zits and evened my complexion and did my brows and a little bit of mascara”.
My child is autistic. He doesn’t do well with change. Even little things that would be meaningless to most people.
For example, his hairbrush was getting old and worn. He had chewed the end of it. The cats had chewed some bristles. It was dirty and dusty. But I didn’t say anything. Because it’s his hairbrush.
Finally, he said he thinks it’s time for a new brush. Ok, I say, we’ll put it on the shopping list, and get one next time we’re in town.
So we go to town and we go to the store. There are many hairbrushes to choose from. He picks one and they even have it in his favorite color. We buy it, take it home, and remove the packaging.
I go to put it on the shelf where the old hairbrush is. Can we throw out the old one, I ask.
That’s when he stops. That’s when he freezes and gets a momentary look of panic on his face. Throw out the old one? That hadn’t occurred to him.
Because here’s the thing. Hair brushing is a part of his morning routine. And not just hair brushing, but hair brushing with that particular brush. To most people, the act of hair brushing is the routine, but not the brush itself. The objects are interchangeable. But not to my child. Not to someone with autism. The brush itself is just as important as the act of brushing.
So I take a breath. I put the old brush down. Think about it, I say. Let me know tomorrow what you want to do with this brush.
He decides. He realizes keeping an old hairbrush is not necessary. But it’s still important to him. So he asks if I can cut off one bristle. To keep. As a memory of the old hairbrush.
I don’t laugh. I don’t tell him it’s silly. I respect his need. I cut off the bristle. He puts it in his treasure box, along side some smooth rocks, beads, sparkly decals, a Santa Claus charm from a classmate, a few other things meaningful to him.
He throws the old hairbrush away himself. He is able to move on, and accept the change.
New York voted to allow non-doctors to perform abortions. You get some rando with an indeterminate amount of know-how on how the body works shoving a sharp instrument up into your very-tearable uterus. Yay, women���s rights!