I just saw someone say they were in pre-school on September 11th. I was in 8th grade. I can’t even deal with the ridiculousness. how…
28 years old, apartment rent, job, car loan, still watches cartoons and eats like a kid
Soon to be 27, apartment, student loan debt, eats like a child, still trying to finish a B’Arts
45, no degree at all, IT project manager, paid off car with latest gig. Grown kid about to graduate high school.
Still wondering when I’m going to feel like a real grown-up. Has been informed by her mother that she’ll let her know when it happens, ‘cause she’s in her 60s and also feels like she’s making it up as she goes along.
Inspired by every student whose told they can’t be an artist because it doesn’t “make enough money”.
"own a yarn shop" oh sure let me just pay for the rent and inventory and personnel and licenses with this capital I pulled OUT OF MY ASS
and you know, just get ~creative and you too can enter one of the fields that’s already stuffed to bursting with artists and crafters also trying to live the dream without doing market research because God forbid anyone just take an ordinary job to get by and do their stuff in their spare time or anything, that’s for peasants
also when I’m in the hospital at the end of my life I don’t think those “scraps of paper” will be all that “useless,” just saying (but what do I know, all you need money for is a laptop and groceries, it’s just so easy to live a comfortable life)
get this zenpencils shit off my dash what the hell
There are things I love doing that yes, I could monetize and make a living at, really no kidding.
Know what? Turning them into a business would make them STOP BEING FUN. Part of the reason a lot of my hobbies and passions are fun is because I don’t have to:
- Keep track of materials v. expenses
- Keep track of the hours doing them (if you don’t keep in mind an hourly rate, you’re going broke. See, I’m a business owner who makes her living at it in RL, too)
- Justify those expenses for tax purposes, which can be a real pita if it is an “alternative” business of any sort.
- Have to deal with customers telling you your product is crap and you don’t want to pay.
It goes on.
Now, I really do own a business, and no, I don’t exactly spend all that time doing things I hate. I love teaching computer software, I enjoy writing, but friends, writing technical manuals can be just plain dull. I get kick out of it when I can get technical people all to pull together on a project, but holy crap, it can be tedious work even if I find it worthy and worthwhile.
I adore designing clothes (sewing and knitting), but doing it for money would take all the fun out of it. The idea of having to chase money at the end of a project would just curdle the fun right out of it.
I agree following one’s passion is important. I just don’t like the implication that one’s passions have the best value when one is making a living with them. The subtext is that money really is the important thing, innit?
You know, it really scares me when we get these stories about nt parents killing or trying to kill their autistic sons and daughters and other “autism parents” jump in saying things like “don’t judge unless you’ve tried to raise an autistic child; I have an autistic son and you don’t know how hard it is” because like… Shouldn’t it be the opposite reaction??
If you have someone you love who’s autistic shouldn’t you be DISGUSTED by this kind of thing, moreso than other NTs? If you have an autistic daughter and you hear about another autistic girl being murdered, don’t you get scared for your own kid?? Don’t you feel extra hard-hit by the reminder that this world is full of people who think your kid/sibling/niece/student doesn’t deserve to live, when you KNOW that’s not true because you KNOW that autistic person and you know all the good in them and you know you couldn’t bear losing them… And doesn’t it shake you to know that other people don’t know that, that they think this person and others like them are better off dead?
Because if you truly love that autistic person in your care, that’s where your thoughts should be. Your empathy should lie with the helpless innocent kid, who was attacked by the person they trusted - the person who was supposed to protect them.
But instead of thinking of that kid, you think of yourself, you think of how hard YOU have it, and you save all your compassion for the MURDERER.
Anyone with that kind of mentality shouldn’t even have kids and yet these people are the ones raising autistic/special needs kids…. And that’s terrifying to me.
Parent of a kid with a spectrum disorder here.
I fucking judge. Holy fucking shit do I judge.
I wouldn’t commit suicide if he died, because it would be an insult the example I try to set for him about how one lives life.
But holy shit, would I want to.
white boys who respond to criticism of racism and sexism by ominously saying that there are ‘bigger problems’ scare me. like what is this big secret problem and why won’t anyone tell me about it? are we going to be eaten alive by mutant sharks? are oranges secretly poisoning us? who knows. the white boys, apparently.
Are you fucking kidding me? Starving kids, AIDS, looting governments, perpetual war, global warming….
They’re genuinely problems that might end humanity.
But no effective human works on only their biggest, most egregious problems and ignores everything else.
So I came home from school a few days ago and found this on one of the cabinets in my house.
See about three years ago my parents decided to go on a big push to get healthy. At the time we were all really overweight, it was a good idea. Our motto became “Eat less. Exercise more.” This was reasonable, because we often had thirds in every meal, and I couldn’t run to my mail box without getting out of breath.
Since that time between the four members of my family we’ve lost a hundred and sixty pounds. I am muscled, curvy, and a weight I love. I exercise four days a week, usually boxing early in the morning before school. Usually in the course of a day I’ll eat two pieces of toast, a sandwich and a fruit, and a small piece of meet with a couple vegetables.
My parents are not impressed. At one time, they always repeated to me “healthy at any weight”, but now it has turned not to being healthy to be healthy, but lose weight lose weight lose weight.
My eleven year old sister and I have started working with each other to sneak food into our rooms that they won’t notice we’ve taken.
The other day, I didn’t wake up at five before school to work out, and my dad yelled at me, making me promise to work out an extra day that week.
My dad picks apart my lunch in the morning. Recently, they started giving me only half a sandwich.
A few days ago, my sister went to get a cheese stick after school, and my mother told her that if she ate it, it would be her entire dinner. My sister ate it, and didn’t get dinner.
My parents told me I need to get a personal trainer so I can “improve faster”.
My family has a history of eating disorders, and everyday my family seems more and more anorexic. I’m scared for both myself and my younger sister. Both of us try to not eat, because we get approval from our parents for being “more healthy”.
I’ve stopped eating lunch, trying to loose weight so that they will be nicer to me.
I don’t think my parents realize that they’re fostering eating disorders, but the other day I tried to make myself puke, because they treat food like poison.
I was wondering if you could reblog this if you think this sounds unhealthy, because I keep trying to talk myself out of thinking that it is.
THIS IS NOT HEALTHY!
THIS IS THE ROAD TO DEATH!
FOOD IS NOT POISON!
IT IS NOURISHMENT!
A teacher, a doctor, *someone* needs to know about what’s going on because malnourishment at an early age is not only promoting eating disorders, but is *neglect*. Social services can be brought in to evaluate how you are being treated, and can help educate your parents on proper nutrition.
Not letting your kids get enough food is considered child neglect in most states.
Reblog if you’re into F/SF literature and also read at least two books a year outside that genre that are not assigned by someone else.
From Wolf Hall
Wolf Hall was wonderful.
So was Bring up the Bodies.
The damn final book in the trilogy isn’t coming out until 2015 and this makes me mad.
OMG OMG OMG….
Something just hit me about the marriage debates and the disconnection of communication I so often see.
There really are people who think marriage is about the public sanction of ROMANTIC relationships…
For real I don’t think there has ever, not even once, actually been a single real case of a girl “pretending” to enjoy geek shit to get in some fanboy’s pants because nobody would put that much effort into impressing a guy whose standards are that babyish and laughable. It has never happened, and it never ever ever ever will. Ever.
hell, most nerd girls I know will play down their nerdery because they don’t want to attract creepy neckbeards
This whole thing just boggles my fucking mind, because do you know how often I hear geek dudes complain about the lack of girls who share their interests? I got called a unicorn - a fucking mythological creature - for happening to like comics and games. Yet when women share their interests, as a fuck-ton of us do, we get dismissed and accused of only doing it to attract them? The FUCK you say?! YOU CAN’T HAVE IT BOTH WAYS. You cannot be both loveless pariahs and irresistable to women. So let me spell it out for you: Yes, we exist. No, our lives don’t revolve around your dick.
Well, just like women are not a monolith, dudes are also not a monolith. Some of them yell at geek girls for being “fakes,” and some of them lament the “lack” of geek girls.
What I’d like to happen here is for the latter group to stop blaming girls for not being “into” geek stuff (fuck you, we are, stop talking as if we’re not) and for them to start yelling at those other assholes for driving us away.
Lonely nerd men: the power is in your hands.
it’s not just the lonely nerd boys. Not that they’re not a humongous pain in the ass and hugely problematic (yes guys, you are and you need to STOPPIT), but the perception that girls only fake liking SF to get guys is culturally damn deep and it goes back a long way.
My mother in law was convinced that I faked being into SF only to entrap her son.
Her son did introduce me to Doctor Who. Not being the world’s biggest TV fan in the first place, I never got into Who much during my innocent girlhood.
But in terms of pretending an interest to impress a potential, it worked the other way between my admittedly nerdly husband and myself. See, I’m like a total Heinleiner (and please, yes, I know a lot of his stuff is problematic. Sometimes we love problematic stuff, okay? I tried Seanan’s stuff because a passage from /Feed/ was compared to Heinlein, so don’t knock it)
I met this really attractive guy while working in a Hallmark store. We got to talking about this and that, and one of us (I don’t remember who) commented about being into science fiction.
Now, at the time (1988. I was 19) I was into Heinlein, Asimov, Star Trek, Star Wars, Douglas Adams, Piers Anthony, Tolkien, Frank Herbert, Marion Zimmer Bradley, and John Varley (among other writers. I didn’t only read F/SF)
I asked this hot guy with the gorgeous voice if he was into Heinlein.
He said he was.
I was really excited. Hot and nerdy and a HEINLEINER???? OMG!!!!
Well, it turned out he wasn’t. He’d seen and really liked the Michael Whelan cover of the Friday paperback, so he recognized the name.
Was he a fake nerd boy?
Lord love you, no.
He was into Doctor Who, V, Cyberpunk role playing games, Star Wars, Asimov’s short stories, D&D and its various variants.
Even so, any faking that went on was on the guy’s end.
My mother in law, TO THIS DAY, is convinced I only got into SF because I was trying to entrap her little darlin…