Look at my nails omfg
How did you take that photo?!?
Look at my nails omfg
How did you take that photo?!?
Something I realised, after having to help many international tourists count out their change, is that American coins don’t actually have the number value on them??? Like no wonder all these poor tourists are so confused
it just fucking says one “dime”
what the fuck is a dime
how much is it worth
whose idea was this
oh my god i never even realized that what the hell we all just sort of know what they’re worth through some sixth sense bullshit
Coin recognition and valuing are huge, huge units for the first three years of school. We would get like half a math curriculum back if we would just start writing numbers on coins.
pare o que está fazendo AGORA
ISTO É MUITO SÉRIO.
SERÁ MESMO QUE VC AMA SUA MÃE???????
Muitas crianças da África passam fome enquanto você fica com essa bunda sentada de frente pro pc. Reblogue isso se não sua mão vai cair e você vai pegar aids. Reblogue depois feche suas mãos e faça 3 desejos, depois de 45 dias seus desejos se realizarão, a pessoa que vc ama vai te pedir em casamento, vc vai ganhar um playstation 3, uma viagem para a Europa, um ingresso pro show da Gretchen, sua cara vai ficar bonita, e se vc morrer nesses 45 dias e tiver repassado essa corrente vc ressucitará.
NÃO DEIXE QUE OS CACHORRINHOS FIQUEM SEM DONO
VAMOS VER QUEM REALMENTE TEM AMOR A VIDA
BOUA NOITXE A TODOS
Today in Solidarity: Brazilians Against Police Brutality! (8.24.14)
do you ever see a person you used to be friends with and you’re like “glad i got the fuck outta that one”
THIS IS IMPORTANT.
wow.. the fucking story line. speechless.
It’s such an important time for this film to come out.
It’s so easy for the film idustry to show people we fought against in the past as real people. But it’s something new to put a face a name and a story to the people that so many of us see as the enemy.
Please watch the trailer. This’ll stir up a lot of shit with the american public but I have a good feeling about this movie.
The British embassy in Washington has apologised after tweeting a picture of a White House cake surrounded by sparklers, “commemorating” the burning of the building 200 years ago.
The US presidential residence was set on fire by British forces in 1814 during the War of 1812 with the United States.
The embassy later said: “Apologies for earlier Tweet.”
It added: “We meant to mark an event in history & celebrate our strong friendship today.”
(see also: #itscomplicated to #specialrelationship)
I started and re-started my answer to this ask half a dozen times. Because it’s a really, really important question, but it’s also a hard question to answer in a useful way. I’m going to do my best.
Nothing is as important as what you believe is true. If I can control what you think, I can control every decision you make. I can control what products you buy, who you vote for, which of your friends you trust—and which of them you distrust; I can choose which social causes you apply yourself to, and how effectively you champion them; to a very great extent I can even decide what you’ll major in in college, who you’ll marry, IF you’ll marry, if you’ll STAY married if the marriage goes bad, what job you’ll go for, how well you’ll do in that job, how you spend your leisure hours, how you treat your children, how you feel about yourself when you look in the mirror, what you’ll eat for dinner, and if you’ll respect yourself in the morning.
EVERY DECISION YOU MAKE is based on what information you’ve accepted. So if I can make you believe what I want you to believe, I own you.
And make no mistake: my best interests are NEVER the same as your best interests. The most you can hope for from ANY source is that their interests and your interests align. If I’m a company, then it’s in my best interest if you buy my product. I am only interested in the quality and safety of my product to the extent that you will not buy it if it’s garbage, or too dangerous. If I’m a newspaper, believe me, my goal is not to make you a more informed citizen of the world. My goal is to sell newspapers.
However, it may be that my reputation is an important part of reaching my goals: and if I feed you misinformation, my reputation may be damaged. And so a degree of trust may be invested in sufficiently reputable sources, since their goal (“to maintain a high reputation”) and your goal (“to learn something”) are aligned. Be VERY CAREFUL when bestowing this kind of trust on a source, and NEVER let them act as your ONLY source. You can never know for sure how important that reputation really is to them, or for what ends they may be willing to compromise it.
"But this information is from a random Tumblr post, not a news corporation, or a professional blog. Nobody’s making money, here. So why would they lie to me?" Attention? Attention’s a big one. Those posts you see going around, full of SHOCKING CLAIMS, usually have tens of thousands of notes. Tens of thousands of people shocked - shocked! - to learn that feeding bread to ducks makes them sick, or that Charlie Chaplin was a Nazi, or that bleach mixed with baking soda can eat through concrete. It doesn’t matter that none of those things are true. It doesn’t even matter if the OP, or all of the people reblogging it, BELIEVE that they’re true. What matters is that EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE had in their own interest something that was more important to them than “make sure the things I’m reblogging are accurate.”
Maybe they wanted the prestige of being the first to bring interesting new information to their social group. Maybe they were alarmed by what they read, and they wanted to keep their friends and loved ones safe. Maybe what they read reinforced some bias that they had, and so they disseminated it because they wanted it to be true. Maybe having this surprising intel on their blog made them feel more intelligent, or more socially conscious. There are lots of reasons, because there are lots of people, and every single one of those people had their own best interests.
And none of those interests are yours.
So because what you believe is SO important, and because you are the sole guardian of your own best interests, I think it’s downright reckless to accept any piece of information as fact without asking two questions first:
- Who is telling me this? Do I have reason to trust them? Should I trust them SO MUCH as to let them be the sole arbiter of what I believe on this subject?
- Who benefits if I accept it as the truth? THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT. A lot of information masquerades as being in the interests of one thing when really it’s in the interests of something else. Really think about it.
When you choose to believe someone - anyone - about anything, you are giving them power over you. And skepticism is the only thing that protects you from giving that power to people who don’t deserve it.
We’re funny, okay?
THIS IS EXCELLENT except I have to disagree with one point: Jane Austen wouldn’t be hella annoying on social media - she’d just be trolling all the time.
Hemingway would also have some major MRA backers probably. He wouldn’t be one (he’d just be a regular misogynistic bastard) but his followers would be harassing anyone who called it out.
Faulkner has no use for twitter and his blog posts are interminable.
Robert Frost’s Instagram tho.
And Poe and Lovecraft trying to outdo each other with Two-Sentence Horror Stories.
And Elizabeth Bishop, Emily Dickinson, and Sylvia Plath deliberately trolling MRAs.
And Polidori would tag “@DevilEnglishman” in every. Single. Post, trying to start a twitter war in the hopes of gaining followers.
Jane Austen would have a ton of those vaguely-worded personal text posts that you can tell are actually attacks on specific people that only look like generalizations, but she would word everything so cleverly that they would be hilarious and thought-provoking instead of annoying.
Remember how everyone’s favorite part of Heath Ledger’s performance in Brokeback Mountain was his almost painful physical repression, his reluctance to express any emotion that wasn’t punching or SHUTTING DOWN? His voice was closed in on itself in a raspy burr — he fell to the ground rather than shed tears — his face was hooded and dark and full of twitching cheek muscles. Kristen Stewart is Heath Ledger, I assure you. She has the same handsome face, the same winsome, masculine smile, the same reluctance to make direct eye contact.
For years, everyone in the world has misunderstood Kristen Stewart’s compressed emotional range. They thought it meant she was a limited actress; it means nothing of the kind. She is John Wayne being forced to play the Maureen O’Hara character. Give her a rail to lean against during a sunset, a military jacket, a toothpick to chew on, and something to squint her eyes against lazily in the distance, and her guardedness will be transformed from unsuccessful femininity to The Great American Male.
Kristen Stewart is a goddamn cowboy.
last night i dreamed that scientists used a really bad picture of me to prove humans are closely related to goats and i was so insulted i woke up