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Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?

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Contrary to popular belief the biggest beginner's roadblock to art isn't even technical skill it's frustration tolerance, especially in the age of social media. It hurts and the frustration is endless but you must build the frustration tolerance equivalent to a roach's capacity to survive a nuclear explosion. That's how you build on the technical skill. Throw that "won't even start because I'm afraid it won't be perfect" shit out the window. Just do it. Just start. Good luck.

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I honestly think the original ah lads not again post is the funniest

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starting a foundation that gives disadvantaged children one wild ass night at the club

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The Lie of Glamorous Caregiving—and the Fierce Truth Behind It

I saw a caregiving commercial today. Soft piano music, a daughter brushing her mother’s hair, both of them smiling like they’re in a Hallmark movie. The tagline was something like “Cherish every moment.” And I swear to God, I almost threw something at the screen.

Because that’s not what caregiving looks like.

Caregiving is wiping your mother’s body when she’s too weak to do it herself. It’s watching her disappear in pieces—first her memory, then her strength, then her voice. It’s arguing with doctors, fighting with insurance, and crying in the car because you can’t scream in the house. It’s being the nurse, the advocate, the punching bag, the saint, and the sinner—all in one breath.

It’s sacred. And it’s brutal.

They don’t show the part where you’re so tired you forget your own name. Or the part where you’re angry—furious, actually—that this is your life now. They don’t show the guilt that eats you alive when you wish it was over. Or the silence that follows when it finally is.

My mom was everything. And caregiving for her was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I did it with love. I did it with rage. I did it because I couldn’t not.

So no, caregiving isn’t glamorous. It’s not a soft-focus commercial. It’s a war. A love story. A reckoning.

If you’re in it, I see you. If you’ve been through it, I honor you. If you’re still healing, I’m walking beside you. You are not weak for feeling broken. You are not selfish for wanting rest. You are not invisible, even when the world looks right through you. What you’re doing—what you’ve done—is fierce, and holy, and real. Keep going. You’re part of a quiet army of love, and you’re not alone.

Source: The Lie of Glamorous Caregiving—and the Fierce Truth Behind It

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cozy study space

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daaaaaamn true why would anyone have different expectations of a nurse administering their medication as they're writhing in pain than of a drive thru employee. we might never know

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it was all fun and games going further and further into postmodern gender until you reach a point where once you have played all these games and rendered it meaningless and no longer even assume gender based on presentation, sex based oppression remains. and the same sex based dynamics that plagued me before i engaged in this philosophical free for all remained visible. my relationship was a merrily gender fucked kinky queer navel gazing "t4t" relationship.

and my male partner expected sex whether or not i found it pleasurable, degraded my female anatomy as though it were disgusting even as it was being used for his pleasure, expected pregnancy would be a given, denied that he would support me through said pregnancy despite my obligation to provide him with children, dismissed my dreams of completing university, expected that i would do all of the housework and childrearing while he cheated on me via unprotected sex, found my fear of exposure to STDs as a result of this cheating to be oppressive because heaven forbid you wear a condom, belittled and ridiculed my feelings, felt entitled to verbally abuse me and humiliate me publicly. and to name this dynamic- even to just neutrally describe what was happening, preferred pronouns and careful language intact, was in itself considered more violent than what i was suffering.

it was a wonderful fantasy, that toying with the construction of gender could erase sex. but it did not achieve that. it failed.

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by @beetlemoses

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I think we as a society don't hate ads enough. We can always hate them more you know.