The Polyamorous Misanthrope

Wielding the Stick of Grandmotherly Kindness

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As many as 15 percent of freshmen at America’s top schools are white students who failed to meet their university’s minimum standards for admission, according to Peter Schmidt, deputy editor of the Chronicle of Higher Education. These kids are “people with a long-standing relationship with the university,” or in other words, the children of faculty, wealthy alumni and politicians.

According to Schmidt, these unqualified but privileged kids are nearly twice as common on top campuses as Black and Latino students who had benefited from affirmative action.

Ten myths about affirmative action (via linzyxxxxx)

This is EXTREMELY blatant on college campuses. The fact that these things need to be clarified is sad.

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Legacy is the real affirmative action…and yet we don’t see certain types of entitled people suing to dismantle that.

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I used to work at Dartmouth College. Legacy Kid was not a compliment. But they got that Dartmouth diploma just the same…

(Source: sociolab, via living400lbs)

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timethekidgotfree:

cuteys:

kayquimi:

ceruleanrabbitking:

doctor-john:

the-cosmic-life:

I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.

I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.

LUCY I FOUND IT

But what if instead of two kids, it was, say, a kid and an old woman? And at first they just ignore each other and keep their blinds down and curtains shut, but then the kid climbs out onto the roof one spring morning to get a frisbee and she’s got the window open bc it’s so nice out and she tells him to cut that out, it’s not a jungle gym and maybe the kid shows off a bit and nearly falls, and the old woman catches his arm…. anyway, so sometimes they leave the windows open and the kid’ll show off his comic books or asks what rhymes with ‘beautiful’ (and it’s totally for homework shut up), and the old woman tells him about all the protests and marches she took part in, and asks him the name of that one cute pop star (it’s absolutely for her crossword now shush). And the old woman gives the kid relationship advice, and doesn’t tell when he tries a bit too much of his parents’ liquor cabinet one time, and the kid comes over and shows her how to use the smartphone her daughter bought for her, and doesn’t tell when she sneaks a cigarrette out of said daughter’s bag. And when the weather’s too bad to open the windows, they tape silly pictures or notes to the glass for the other to see (the kid makes sure to make his extra big so she doesn’t have to admit her eyeight isn’t what it used to be), and when it is nice the kid will sneak over and leave seashells on her windowsill, because the old woman said once she misses the sea, but she can’t travel like she used to. And one day he peeks in her window and sees her on the floor, and calls 911 and basically saves her life because she had a stroke and nobody would’ve known in time otherwise. And when she finally gets back from the hospital, just for a while because her daughter’s talking about a retirement home where she’ll have plenty of medical care and lots of friends her age, the kid comes through the window and then pulls another kid through the window who he introduces as his boyfriend, and says he wanted her to meet him. And she sniffs and interrogates the boyfriend in proper elderly relative fashion, and then declares him worthy of her boy— barely. And when she finally does have to go to that retirement home, the kid still comes to visit her, and always leaves seashells on the windowsill.

I’m not crying or anything

I am omg

Our Town…

timethekidgotfree:

cuteys:

kayquimi:

ceruleanrabbitking:

doctor-john:

the-cosmic-life:

I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.

I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.

LUCY I FOUND IT

But what if instead of two kids, it was, say, a kid and an old woman? And at first they just ignore each other and keep their blinds down and curtains shut, but then the kid climbs out onto the roof one spring morning to get a frisbee and she’s got the window open bc it’s so nice out and she tells him to cut that out, it’s not a jungle gym and maybe the kid shows off a bit and nearly falls, and the old woman catches his arm…. anyway, so sometimes they leave the windows open and the kid’ll show off his comic books or asks what rhymes with ‘beautiful’ (and it’s totally for homework shut up), and the old woman tells him about all the protests and marches she took part in, and asks him the name of that one cute pop star (it’s absolutely for her crossword now shush). And the old woman gives the kid relationship advice, and doesn’t tell when he tries a bit too much of his parents’ liquor cabinet one time, and the kid comes over and shows her how to use the smartphone her daughter bought for her, and doesn’t tell when she sneaks a cigarrette out of said daughter’s bag. And when the weather’s too bad to open the windows, they tape silly pictures or notes to the glass for the other to see (the kid makes sure to make his extra big so she doesn’t have to admit her eyeight isn’t what it used to be), and when it is nice the kid will sneak over and leave seashells on her windowsill, because the old woman said once she misses the sea, but she can’t travel like she used to. And one day he peeks in her window and sees her on the floor, and calls 911 and basically saves her life because she had a stroke and nobody would’ve known in time otherwise. And when she finally gets back from the hospital, just for a while because her daughter’s talking about a retirement home where she’ll have plenty of medical care and lots of friends her age, the kid comes through the window and then pulls another kid through the window who he introduces as his boyfriend, and says he wanted her to meet him. And she sniffs and interrogates the boyfriend in proper elderly relative fashion, and then declares him worthy of her boy— barely. And when she finally does have to go to that retirement home, the kid still comes to visit her, and always leaves seashells on the windowsill.

I’m not crying or anything

I am omg

Our Town…

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Tudor PUAs

"This is the genre that Castiglione’s Book of the Courtier belongs to. It is not so much a celebration of chivalry as it is an advice book on how to “perform” it. It’s full of clever, deceptive strategies for seduction, from ostentatiously “burning sighs” and “abundant tears,” to singing outside her house at night, to consulting books teaching men “how women are to be duped in these matters.” How could any girl escape such an onslaught of “snares,” Castiglione wonders (through one of the characters in his fictional conversations about the virtues and conduct of the ideal courtier). “I could not in a thousand years rehearse all the wiles that men employ to bring women to their wishes, for the wiles are infinite …” 30 Castiglione’s jaded, ironic tone makes it clear how he regards these practices: as a kind of socially sanctioned harassment (he didn’t have the word, but he sure gets close to the concept) in which it was acceptable to dissemble, badger, and lie in order to connive the woman into falling in love with her suitor. Among the more cynical tactics recommended was the fictional suspension of the social positions of lover and beloved.

Bordo, Susan (2013-04-09). The Creation of Anne Boleyn: A New Look at England’s Most Notorious Queen (p. 61). Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. Kindle Edition.

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vhenan:

how hard is it to grasp that two characters hate each other? there’s no underlying sexual tension, there’s no secretly caring about each other but not wanting the other to know it. they just hate each other, pure and simple. WHAT IS SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND ABOUT THAT?

I have always been uncomfortable with shipping characters that hate each other in canon.

(I mean, in real life, you ship what you want without my approval. Don’t get me wrong. Just as you’re free to do it, I’m free not to like it and not to read it)

It does make me wonder, though. What’s the motivation? I mean, wanting everyone to Turn Good and Find Love? Totally get wanting that. And goodness knows it’s a noble sentiment.

But otherwise, I find it kind of creepy, having sex with someone you hate.

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fandomsandfeminism:

blacksupervillain:

leseanthomas:

It’s like Marvel is really trying to piss people off, lol. 

Source: http://io9.com/marvels-new-captain-america-will-be-black-1606409585

calling it, whoever the new iron man is they won’t be straight. marvel’s tryna go for the trifecta.

Nothing makes me more pleased than Marvel making Marvel fanboys angry about genuinely good and interesting comic choices.

Anyone who is pissed off at a black Captain America is an idiot.

Unfortunately, my favorite choice for a black actor to play him won’t work any more. Mr. Smith is my age and getting a bit long in the tooth to play a super-soldier.

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ladypoetess:

lordenglishisa-jeffersonstarship:

avengersonna:

soulslookingforhome:

blingblingpuppysaur:

gayest-person-you-know:

I’m confused,could someone please explain what the letters stand for?

Those letters all stand for something and pretty much sums up a whole personality, to put it in simple terms. You can read profiles about the different types here, and you can take the test here^^

INFJ IS SO FUCKING TINY WTF

Entp

INTP

Sounds about right. I went from INFP when I was younger to INFJ as an adult. I went from small to bottom 3 in size, go me. :)

INTJ.
I’ve actually been told either I’m not really one because I am a woman,or that I am not really a woman because I am an INTJ.
Women who are INTJ just get the dubious pleasure of being even MORE surrounded by idiots than their male counterparts.

ladypoetess:

lordenglishisa-jeffersonstarship:

avengersonna:

soulslookingforhome:

blingblingpuppysaur:

gayest-person-you-know:

I’m confused,could someone please explain what the letters stand for?

Those letters all stand for something and pretty much sums up a whole personality, to put it in simple terms. You can read profiles about the different types here, and you can take the test here^^

INFJ IS SO FUCKING TINY WTF

Entp

INTP

Sounds about right. I went from INFP when I was younger to INFJ as an adult. I went from small to bottom 3 in size, go me. :)

INTJ.

I’ve actually been told either I’m not really one because I am a woman,or that I am not really a woman because I am an INTJ.

Women who are INTJ just get the dubious pleasure of being even MORE surrounded by idiots than their male counterparts.

(Source: astrologymarina)

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Beware of self-indulgence. The romance surrounding the writing profession carries several myths: that one must suffer in order to be creative; that one must be cantankerous and objectionable in order to be bright; that ego is paramount over skill; that one can rise to a level from which one can tell the reader to go to hell. These myths, if believed, can ruin you.
If you believe you can make a living as a writer, you already have enough ego.

David Brin (via writingquotes)

I needed this today. Thanks!

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Anonymous asked: Headcanon Misanthrope: You're actually pretty laid back in person. Your bark is way bigger than your bite. :D

Well, I’m not VINDICTIVE, fair enough. Neither am I cruel by nature.

But even my father (who normally calls me Doll Baby or Punkin) has called me Mama Bear or Iron Fist when sufficiently crossed.

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Anonymous asked: Headcanon Misanthrope: you are a thoughtful and dedicated mother (I love reading about your conversations with your son!) who can give excellent hugs.

d’AWWWW.

That’s sweet.

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Fucked-up people will try to tell you otherwise, but boundaries have nothing to do with whether you love someone or not. They are not judgments, punishments, or betrayals. They are a purely peaceable thing: the basic principles you identify for yourself that define the behaviors that you will tolerate from others, as well as the responses you will have to those behaviors. Boundaries teach people how to treat you, and they teach you how to respect yourself.
Cheryl Strayed (via bigfatfeminist)

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