Even before Tumblr I really had no illusions about society even though recent news has made me see it’s getting worse, or getting worse out in the open, or since the recession, or all of the above. One thing I always knew was that class was largely a race thing, and also had to do with gender and disability.
Growing up there were schools I went to where I was one of literally 5 non-black teens. Every person my age who ever dealt with homelessness or risked it was LGBT. Every job I ever held to this day I was either the only white person (I use that term loosely since I don’t know my family history and we have some off white features), or if there were other white people they were always women, and or disabled, the only time I’ve ever worked with a white guy who wasn’t disabled (the only other was a disabled white guy who was physically too old to be working but had to) he was a felon who legally wasn’t obligated to be hired ever again. I’m starting to think the U.S. is running out of “disposable” types of people.
Humans see beautiful, and whimsical, sentient beings in nature and go:
How can I eat you?
How can I use you in some pseudo-medical way that will probably end up making you go extinct?
And then the same people get excited about evidence of an old individual water cell on Mars because apparently life on a planet is only amazing and exciting when you know you can’t destroy it and can only look for a change.
Pretty sure I feel about lobsters the way most fellow vegans feel about cows and chickens.
Magno on rice with coconut milk sounds seriously fucking amazing right now
That does sound super good! We need to swap recipes!
Historic cause of demise of many great circulations: topsoil depletion
Amount of U.S. topsoil depletion directly associated with livestock raising: 85%
Being vegan helps everything.
I like this. Never litter, ever, and be aware of what you throw away, it can still end up litter.
When people compare the greatness that is The Simpsons to other animated shows like Family Guy it makes me want to set myself on fire
I went on a date last year and jokingly said “Don’t ask me I’m just a girl” and giggled at a 35 year old man thinking he’d get the reference and instead he said “that’s what I like to hear.”
I was going to reblog again anyway, but I do it also for the above comment.
A party with nothing but white Germans looks like trouble. No really, if this is a cookout those dogs are gonna try to eat everything.
I love Lady Gaga.
But only her first two albums.
Haha, that’s me.