Personal Impression: Doctor Strange 2: Multiverse Of Madness.

my mom didn’t raise a quitter. she raised a perfectionist who’s so afraid of failing they don’t start anything to begin with

I'll never get over what Rocket went through when he was clearly JUST A FREAKING BABY

My God, I never cried so much over a raccoon as I did in this movie

inside me there are two lungs. and one liver. one stomach. a few meters of intestine. there's a lot inside me actually

Teach boys about periods

My mother also talked about periods to my brothers.

When I first got mine I had terrible cramps. Crippling cramps. I once was camping with my family and a few of my big brother’s friends when my period came. My cramps were so bad that my mom gave me a full pain killer ( I was 13 and before that she only gave me pills cut in half).

I literally laid down on my parents’ air mattress and cried in pain for an hour before the pill kicked in.

My brothers friend came in to the big tent and I was just curled up and sobbing. Now, I was quite the tomboy and was known to rough house with my brothers and their friends and made sure I wasnt seen as just “a little girl.” So my brother’s friend was confused to see me openly weeping in the fetal position (seriously, these were the worst cramps I have had in my life. My vision went white). He asked what was wrong with me.

My big brother stood up immediately and suggested a nice long hike. During this hike I am sure he had a pretty awkward conversation with his friend explaining menstrual cramps, because when they got back the pain pill had (mostly) kicked in and I was sitting up at a table when my brother’s friend sheepishly asked me if I was feeling better. I said I was better, and he said good.

When we made s'mores that night my brother and his friend kept me well supplied with chocolate.

Making sure sons know as much about periods and menstruation as daughters makes them better brothers, better sons better fathers, and better men. A man that understands a period will not lightly accuse a woman of “being on her period” if the woman is in an argument.

Raise better sons Teach them about normal bodily functions.

We are losing touch with reality.

It’s easy to reject science. It tells us things we don’t always want to hear. It often feels distant and cold, full of jargon and concepts that seem too complicated to matter. It’s easier to believe something that feels simple, something that fits our existing views, something that doesn’t challenge the way we already see the world.

But science isn’t the enemy. It’s a light in the dark.

Imagine standing at the edge of a vast ocean. You know the waves are real because you see them. You can feel the wind, hear the rush of water. But someone tells you it’s all a trick, that the ocean doesn’t exist. If you believe them, for a while, you might feel safe from the uncertainty of what lies beneath the surface. But the truth of the ocean remains. Denying it doesn’t stop the waves from coming.

Science works the same way. It helps us understand the unseen—things too big or too small for us to grasp on our own. Like gravity keeping us grounded, like germs making us sick, like the climate changing around us. Science shows us these realities, even when we’re afraid to face them.

Denial is tempting because it feels easier than confronting the unknown. But denying science leaves us adrift in a sea of misinformation. Only when we open our minds to what science reveals can we start to find solid ground again.

The beauty of science is that it’s not there to control us. It’s there to help us. To protect us. To give us a way forward, even when the answers are hard to hear.

Facing facts doesn’t have to take away wonder. It can lead to something greater. By embracing what science tells us, we open the door to awe, to a deeper understanding of the world, and to our place within it.

The truth is out there, waiting for us to see.