Feminist talk at Students For Liberty’s 2013 Austin Regional Conference and why feminism is not outdated (via cuntcastle)
“ Women aged 15-44 are more likely to be maimed or die from male violence than cancer, traffic accidents, and war combined. ”
This is not “cool.”
This is sad.
In fact, it’s more than just sad… It’s pathetic.
Between the MLP crap, the Disney Princess garbage, the never ending 90’s nostalgia, the barbie collections, and the weird obsession with Harry Potter (basically a kids book), this sort of thing is causing the “peter pan complex” that is so epidemic in my generation, and it’s created the entire hipster movement as well:
Encouraging people from the age of 20 or so up into their mid 30’s to spend time and money reminiscing about their childhoods out of the sunlight and off of the streets, holed away in a dark living room or bedroom watching something stupid like Disney’s The Fox and the Hound or playing Zelda.
Yes, it’s nice to remember what life was like back when we were kids, but for crying out loud… you’re not kids anymore. And when I see shit like this being glorified on tumblr or anywhere else, I cringe at the thought of these infantile man-children and women-children who never grew up, and how they’re going to be running the planet in short order.
I grew up largely without video games (my choice), and mostly played with action figures. However, even now as an adult, I would never adorn my fucking living room or bedroom shelves with old collectable toys (let alone make an entire room devoted to such a thing). They were for playing with, and then they were for the donation box for someone else to enjoy once I grew up. So yeah, this room full of various consoles and every retro old video game known to man? Pathetic. And so is anyone who says, “to each their own.”
STOP LIKING THINGS I DONT LIKE
Wow, what a fucking asshole
Jesus fucking Christ
how dare somebody have hobbies
how dare they
what are adults supposed to like, then? do you make an entire shelf just for your briefcases and paperweights and fiscal responsibility? are you suggesting that no one over the age of 18 ever enjoy anything ever again?
why are adults not allowed to like things? how fucked up is our culture that being happy and enjoying things and being proud that you enjoy things is considered immature? like oooooh you can have a mancave full of sports merch and thats cool but once you like a cartoon or a YA book SUDDENLY that’s a crime.
and… man/woman children? seriously? let me tell you, guy/girl/other, that can’t be further from the truth. my mother is a 46-year-old woman who works a very prestigious executive job, and on her desk is a huge collection of yoda plushies. my dad is an environmental scientist who owns every lord of the rings novel and movie. my cousin has a fucking hello kitty tattoo and she works as an accountant for a fortune 500 company; my dad’s best friend is a chemical engineer who works for the government and, oh yeah, she collects legos and reads harry potter.
they’re not maladjusted man/woman children, they’re not NEET. these are people who are intelligent, professional, and probably way happier than the people that threw all of their “childish” interests away once they crossed the threshold into adulthood.
just my 2 cents. no one should have to be miserable just because being happy with what you like is considered “kid stuff.”
My mother is like this. I made mention this Thanksgiving during the Macy’s parade that I had gotten the new Pokemon game and she turned on the couch and gave me this look before asking ‘Why?’
And I stared back at her and replied, ‘Because it gives me something to do on my lunch break that I enjoy.’
I could have also argued the point that because it was my money from working my full-time job and I had decided to treat myself once I was certain all my bills were in order.
But she always does that, good to see she isn’t alone.
What is the difference between keeping your action figures as opposed to filling your shelves with kitschy little knick-knacks? Little figures of cats, or sculptures, little porcelain milk maids and pretty stones? Or maybe a sprig of bamboo in a lovely vase filled with pebbles that your purchased from IKEA because you thought it looked so smart what with its little curl. Whats the difference between putting posters on your wall as opposed to your oh so mature and serious art prints? Or masks. Or dead animal heads?
Or did I miss the official ‘You Are An Adult Now’-day where they handed out the book rivaling the thickness of a telephone book listing the appropriate dress/music/television watching/home decor regulations. Because I’d certainly like to put that book in a sack right about now and smack you with it for not understanding the concept of 'People are all different, and what they like to do with their own money and what they put on their walls and what they do to put a little enjoyment into their lives is none of your goddamn business, you blithering idiot.'
I work with children, its suggested that sometimes you find common ground with the older ones to make connections and build a comfortable environment for better education.
I have a son, and you know what one of the biggest things is suggested to help bond with your child? Common and shared interests. Yes, maybe playing video games is not the best way to spend that time, but by your method of thinking anything that we do as children, shouldn’t be touched, should be outright abandoned at that mystical age of 20 or so, so what are we supposed to bond over exactly?
I’m including reading for fun (If it’s not Non-fiction or a biography, it’s out, too kiddy), gardening (quit playing in the dirt, why are you wasting time with flowers? They’re going to die. Vegetables? You’re one of those hipsters trying to be one of those weirdo vegan/organic lovers right? ), cooking (Why would you want to make something stupid like cookie-butter?) nature appreciation (Why are you wasting time running around in the woods? You’re not a fucking animal, you weirdo) music (-blank- generation thinks -blank- generation’s music is crap and you’re living in the past) art (You’re wasting your time with stupid scribblings/monsters/you’re not going to make money on it why waste the effort) anything deemed creative (Again, not making money on it? Why bother?) movies (Oops, its pandering to those nostalgia-hounds again… film noir is old and stupid… movies based on musicals are stupid… Horror? That’s childish and violent… childish potty humor… animation? PFFFFFFFT - next. Action movies? James Bond and Bruce Willis and Kung-fu and what are you? Twelve?) animals (Animals are a complete waste of time, they have no souls, they do not think, they eat, shit and fill up space) charity (They’re all a bunch of mooching con artists, and if they really wanted to change their situation? BOOTSTRAPS)
I can keep on and give an embittered negative opinion on absolutely everything with the argument: ‘You are an adult and adults aren’t supposed to enjoy that.’
So in short?
Deal with it and grow the fuck up.
Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up. - C.S. Lewis
Sit the fuck down and grow up yourself, whoever submitted this to the-unpopular-opinions
It’s so cute the way Hermione is trying to make friends in this scene. And even sad because she’s ignored twice.
Actually what I love about this is she’s looking at an older student’s work. And I think that’s a Slytherin girl? Yeah it is. (props for whoever put that Slytherin and Gryffindor study session together, btw.) anyway what I love is she’s kind of going around to different kinds of kids. Older Slytherin girl, the Gryffindor boys. How much do you want to bet she was following Ravenclaws around before this? Or trying to make friends with the Patils, or other Gryffindor girls?
Hermione’s the most like any of us than Harry or Ron, I think. She’s the book-girl, the one who probably spent the majority of her childhood sitting in a corner reading while the rest of the class was busy socializing. She probably felt like all of us have felt at some point- like they were different, like they didn’t belong; and then WHOA! Lo and behold, turns out she IS different! She’s a Witch! She’s special, she’s got magic, and she’s going to a place where she’s like everyone else! We all dreamed about it, we all WANTED that, we all wanted to go away to a place where we were a part of something that made sense, a place that we fit- and then she still can’t make friends. And maybe she looks at the red and gold tie and wonders if the Hat put her in the wrong place. Like maybe that Lion on her chest should be an Eagle. She knows she’s the brainiac, she knows it, she says it- Books, cleverness. What must it be like to get what you dreamed of- that you are special and have a place you belong- and then to believe you were put in the wrong place once you got there?
I mean we know, in the end, Hermione’s a Gryffindor. She embodies the strong, brave, brilliant witch that gives pride to the house- but nobody starts out the way they end up. Until Halloween of that first year, she was a lonely little girl with books. Everyone saw her as the bossy, opinionated, know-it-all when I think really she was just trying to bond with people the only way she knew how. With facts, and people see it as being rude when she’s just ridiculous honest and is too young to know how to channel that honesty in a constructive way.
God I don’t even know if I ever had a point with this but FUCK I love Hermione.
Wow okay you win.
If you’re gonna keep being cute then you’ll have to kiss me, I’m sorry I don’t make the rules
There’s a winged liner “terminology” reference list going around and I decided to give them correct names.
Word count in the HP Series:
Sorcerer’s Stones: 76,944
Chamber of Secrets: 85,141
Prisoner of Azkaban: 107,253
Goblet of Fire: 190,637
Order of the Phoenix: 257,045
Half-Blood Prince: 168,923
Deathly Hallows: 198,227
Word count in the LOTR Series:
The Hobbit: 95,022
Fellowship of the Ring: 177,227
Two Towers: 143,436
Return of the King: 134,462
This changed me
Holy shit. Well that puts things in perspective.