Same :)

which mode of travel will you take?

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We don't need 'cures' as there is nothing to cure. There is nothing wrong with us, only wrong with how we are treated by society and many ableist physicians in general... We may need accomodation, proper societal integration and support, and most of all; We need respect! This is only acheived through proper education.

It is traumatizing how we are collectively abused by ableists without compassion nor any sign of interest in learning about autism and neurodivergency in general. This world is traumatizing! It's sad so many on the spectrum have co-morbid PTSD... primarily because they often tend to become the center of all attack and abuse by neurotypical ableists for so many years, or even for their entire life-time.

The ignorance and collective desinterest in autism in the health sector is often really ableist and harmful as well.

Making autism diagnosis even more unaccesible is so concerning, and again it's one of the many steps mankind takes back towards middle ages...

Autism is not over-diagnosed. Autism is under-educated.

Amen sister.

My mom felt that it was was very important for all of us to learn all the tasks for living for (at least) three reasons. 1. So we would could live on our own and not be pressed in to getting into a relationship because of life skills. (Go ahead and laugh but I have actually heard of many people having this problem) 2. When we do get married we would be prepared to overlap with our spouse. 3. So we would be prepared to run our married life if our spouse is sick of laid up or something (Mom often pointed out how in a story that one person would struggle because the skills were divided by gender [even funnier is when it was a different culture]).

They really went off with "Get married so you can divide all the important tasks of staying alive with another person."

They really tripped up with, "but we're going to assign all those tasks by gender instead of skill."

Trains of the future, from my latest art blog post.

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I enjoy when sci-fi backdrops try to split the difference between presenting futuristic cityscapes and acknowledging that they wouldn't just tear down all the existing infrastructure by keeping the old buildings but having random high-tech shit sticking off of them, like the buildings themselves have cyborg implants.

I hate "it's not trying to be accurate!" arguments for historical fiction or historically-inspired fantasy clothing choices that just. don't make sense logistically

why is that girl in Br*dgerton tightlacing her stays? what is she reducing- her upper ribcage? not only can you not tightlace in those (hand-bound eyelets can't usually take that strain, in my experience), but there's no reason to because your waistline is under your boobs. and unlike most of the series, they actually commit to the empire waistline for the court presentation gowns. small waists don't matter when NOBODY IS SEEING YOUR WAIST

why no chemise, in so many productions? fantasy/lack of concern for accuracy can't make things not chafe. chafing is not a matter of accuracy; it's a physical reality. did a wizard give everybody in the kingdom Anti-Chafing Spells?

just because you don't WANT a linen underlayer beneath a medieval tunic doesn't mean sweat won't get to outer garments and damage them- or make them need laundering, which weakens the fibers -at a time when all clothing is handmade, custom-fitted, and created from hand-woven fabrics and thus a HUGE investment

you're not just throwing accuracy to the winds as a design choice; you're ignoring How Textiles And Bodies And the Realities of Your Technology Level's Fabric and Laundering Capabilities Work

President Putin is sitting in his office when his telephone rings.

“Hello, Mr. Putin!” a heavily accented voice said. “This is Paddy down at the Harp Pub in County Cork, Ireland. I am ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!”

“Well, Paddy,” Putin replied, “This is indeed important news! How big is your army?”

“Right now,” says Paddy, after a moment’s calculation, “there is meself, me cousin Seán, me next door neighbour Seamus, and the entire darts team from the pub. That makes eight!”

Putin paused. “I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 1,000,000 men in my army waiting to move on my command.”

“Begoora!” says Paddy. “I’ll have to ring you back.”

Sure enough, the next day, Paddy calls again. “Mr. Putin, the war is still on. We have managed to get us some infantry equipment!”

“And what equipment would that be Paddy?” Putin asks.

“Well, we have two combines, a bulldozer, and Murphy’s farm tractor.”

Putin sighs amused. “I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 60,000 tanks and 50,000 armoured personnel carriers. Also, I have increased my army to 1,500,000 since we last spoke.”

“Saints preserve us!” says Paddy. “I’ll have to get back to you.”

Sure enough, Paddy rings again the next day. “Mr. Putin, the war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We have modified Jackie McLaughlin’s ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the cockpit, and four boys from the Shamrock Bar have joined us as well!”

Putin was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. “I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 1000 bombers and 2000 fighter planes. My military bases are surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I have increased my army to 2,000,000!”

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” says Paddy, “I will have to ring you back.”

Sure enough, Paddy calls again the next day. “Good mornin’, Mr. Putin! I am sorry to inform you that we have had to call off the war.”

“Really? I am sorry to hear that,” says Putin. “Why the sudden change of heart?”

“Well,” says Paddy, “we had a long chat over a few pints of Guinness, and we decided there is no way we can feed 2,000,000 prisoners.”

A woman demonstrating use of a guandao, also formally known as a yanyuedao (偃月刀; reclining moon blade).

I love this take

Since birth you could see a counter above people’s heads. It doesn’t count down to their death. It goes up and down randomly. You’re desperate to find out what it means.

You have to be careful, certain words trigger the ambient ad-agents. You can’t say ‘pizza’ or you’ll get an ad for one floating in front of you. People make up new words, like “groundbeefsandwich” for hamburger. Companies buy these euphemisms, so people need to keep making up new ones.