funniest thing about living in the uk is there’s like 3 transmasc healthcare specialists for the entire country so whenever you meet a trans guy who’s had surgery you can be like “which one did you go for?” the same way you’d ask someone if they prefer butter or margarine on their toast. second funniest thing about living in the uk is we have a town called cockermouth and it’s in cumbria.
can’t even imagine what a working day must look like for one of those specialists. i like to picture him coming in and there’s a row of transmascs lined up in front of him and he just raises his scalpel and cuts off all their tits with one sweep of his arm like a samurai
Every time I see fantasy ideas where people ride deer or dogs or wolves or what-have-you 90% of my brain goes ‘oh that’s COOL’, because it IS and I LOVE IT, but the other 10% that’s annoying and a nerd is like. there is a reason we domesticated horses specifically for riding instead of any other animal!! If u look at the motion of the topline and legs, u may notice one of these is not like the others……
…….and also significantly less likely to launch you into space by changing the shape of its spine under your butt a billion times per minute
I left tumblr for 20 minutes and this got as many notes in that time, so to clarify:
Yes, people do ride other animals!!! Camels, elephants, ostriches– the USSR tried to make a cavalry of moose. I am not saying we don’t ride other critters, but I AM saying that there’s a reason horses have historically dominated high-speed transport and it’s not because they have glass bones and regularly die of tummy hurt
people are absolutely EVIL about the boundaries of “picky eaters”. no, they do not have to try it. yes, they can know they don’t like it without having eaten it before. no, they probably have not suddenly grown a taste for the food they’ve said they hate. no, they probably are not going to like it in the Special Way This One Place Cooks It. yes, you are being a bad friend if you try to “trick” them into eating it anyway
Things that actually help picky eaters try new things:
“Do you want to try this off of my plate?”
“It’s made of [ingredients], I think you’d like [x part]”
“If you want to see if you like [x food], this is pretty good representation of it”
“You won’t like this, it tastes like [description]. Do you want to try it for fun?”
“Do you remember trying/have you ever tried [x food]? This is like that, but [differences]”
“I think you’d like the taste of this, but the texture is iffy. It’s [description]”
Make sure there’s other food they can eat if they don’t like the new one
And most importantly, build trust with that person by listening to them, showing that you take their concerns into account, and being cool if the answer is no. No is always an option. This isn’t something you do once, it’s a pattern you have to stick to if you want to establish that you are a safe person when it comes to food stuff
Basically: offer the food, explain what’s in it and why you think it’s worth trying, and then be cool with the answer you get. No pressure, no trickery, just be straight up with people
A trope that gets to me: ‘guard dog’ character and their partner who are both fully aware of it and honestly don’t care/kind of like it. Someone says “call your guard dog off” and their partner does call them off. That person, their 'guard dog’, is someone who is unreservedly, irrefutably loyal to them. Someone undoubtedly dangerous who is willing to kill, to maim, to obey, simply because of their love for one another. There’s no manipulation involved— it is loyalty, brutal, dogged loyalty. And it goes both ways.
we can share comedy bits involving trans people without going “see THIS is how you joke about trans people without being transphobic” can we just enjoy the joke without being reminded everyone hates us for five minutes. please and thank you
Thinking about when I worked at a shitty restaurant + one night it was just me + 3 other women on closing shift, so some guy came in the back and waved a knife around, presumably for money but I’m not actually certain, bc he was met with the bartender holding a much bigger knife, a tiny teenager wielding a cast iron pan, an elderly woman holding up a crockpot of clearly boiling water, and me, turning on the meat slicer with eye contact for maximum effect. He left, but the moral of the story is not girl power or whatever, it’s just. Why the fuck would you threaten a room full of underpaid and sleep-deprived blue-collar workers surrounded by lethal weapons.
Even ignoring the quantity of workers or weaponry, I think there’s something special about specifically
having a caveman moment. i’ve never had an air conditioner unit in my Life and i just moved into an apartment that came with one. i don’t know how to cope. lowkey, it freaks me out. the bastard flexes its little slats at 5pm each day and turns on and off automatically. sometimes i can hear it conspiring with the thermostat across the room. i don’t know how to control it and i am afraid
i finish work in the
evening and since it’s been stupid hot out i usually just go plop in a chair and wilt because?? i’m so accustomed to
just having to Tolerate the Heat?? and the AC unit goes “hey buddy, here’s Cold Air” and i stare back at it like “what the Fuck is that icy shit you’re blasting at me right now”
we need to ban parents from using the word “attitude” so they can maybe start grappling with the fact that their children maybe are having a reasonably angry response
