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“Frankly put. I am a FAKE GEEK GUY. I admit it. I like geek stuff, but I don’t love geek stuff. Not the way most geeks do. I’m an interloper on the geek scene. I’ve seen the movies, but I don’t know the canon. I am not a true fan.

All those things about not really loving the source material and “just watching the movies” or only reading the one book that everyone has read. That—all of that—applies to me.

But here are some things that have never happened to me. I have never been quizzed about who Data’s evil brother is to prove I like Star Trek. I have never had to justify my place in a midnight line to see Spider-man II by knowing who took up the mantle of Spider-man after Peter Parker’s death. (Peter Parker dies? Really? That’s so sad!) I have never had to explain who Nightwing is in order to participate in a conversation about Batman. (Nightwing is like….Robin on steroids, right?) I have never been asked how battle meditation works in order to voice my opinion that Enterprise shields would probably make a fight with Star Wars technology one sided. (Battle meditation is something that was in that Jedi role playing game, wasn’t it?) I have never had to beat everybody in the room (twice) at Mario Kart to prove I liked video games. I have never had my gender “honorarily” changed by having enough geek interests to be accepted (“you’re one of the guys now”). No one has ever insisted I tell them the difference between a tank and DPS in an MMORPG before allowing me to discuss raiding Molten Core. I have never been dismissed as a faker at a prequel screening because I didn’t know which admiral came out of light speed too close to the planet’s surface in The Empire Strikes Back. I have never been quizzed about Armor Class in order to get past someone who was blocking my path to the back of a game store where my friends were waiting at the tables. I have never been told I’m not a real fan. I have never been shamed for coming to a convention despite my lack of esoteric knowledge. And I have never, ever, EVER been invited to leave a fandom because I didn’t like [whatever it was] enough.

Every one of the things I have listed, I have personally witnessed happen. To women.

That’s not elitism. That’s sexism.”

The “Fake Geek” is Not The Problem When It Comes to “Fake Geek Girls” (via brutereason)

I just heard from Ace of Geeks, where this was originally published. Looks like it’s getting reblogged all over the place, but the person who originally wrote it, and the site that originally published it, aren’t getting any credit.

That’s not cool, so: http://aceofgeeks.blogspot.com/2014/05/the-fake-geek-is-not-problem-when-it.html

(via wilwheaton)

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emilyvgordon:

I wrote this for Hello Giggles! Thanks to everyone who asked kids questions on my behalf! 

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This is taken from the comments, on a recent article about Jennifer Saunders attending hypnotherapy to get herself to finish writing the script for the new AbFab film. One of the FUNNIEST exchanges I’ve seen in a comment thread, in ages. This is just brilliant. And I agree with the others - it’s just him. I am very excited about seeing Patsy and Eddie again. 

This is taken from the comments, on a recent article about Jennifer Saunders attending hypnotherapy to get herself to finish writing the script for the new AbFab film. 

One of the FUNNIEST exchanges I’ve seen in a comment thread, in ages. This is just brilliant. 

And I agree with the others - it’s just him. I am very excited about seeing Patsy and Eddie again. 




When I die, I want this played at my memorial… preferably with my own personalized lyrics added. :)




“How to love your depressed lover.
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.”

(via thecaffeinatedmind)

Mental illness is such an utter pain in the ass. Because the part the author isn’t writing about, may not even be aware of, is how it agonizes their love, to know the pain their depression causes others. It’s enough to make one feel they should pull away from everyone they care about, or push them away when they won’t allow themselves to be left behind, to avoid visiting the pain of your sadness upon their lives. 

After all, why should you want to cause any pain or sorrow, to someone who wasn’t built to endure sorrow, as you were. 

Clearly you were the one born with the brain, that has a hard time feeling good, even when good things are happening. You’re the damaged person - why should anyone else have to endure the frustrations of your fucked-up neurology? 

Which is why they disappear, only to come back, when they are forced to admit that they’re causing more pain being away, than they cause being present. 

One of the bravest things you can do, in this world, is to truly love someone who has a hard time loving life. 

(Source: five--a--day, via bowties-and-thugglife)



wilwheaton:

There was a time when flipping the channel to A&E was like the television version of visiting a museum. Now, sadly, it’s a lot more like visiting Walmart. Here are five reasons why …


"A&E’s Evening at the Improv," that’s the era I miss. In the day, A&E was a premiere place to check out quality stand-up. 

In fact, when NBC made the gut-wrenching mistake of cancelling “Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip,” I remember thinking pre-2000’s A&E would’ve been a brilliant spot for the show - talk about one of the best shows about MAKING Art and Entertainment. If only A&E still cared about such things. 


svvisher:

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS

A: One of my favorite QI experiments. You just spray some colored sand with Scotchgard repellant. It will not absorb the water, it stays entirely dry, so you get this affect. It’s very cool. My absolute favorite was when he put cornflour and some water, into a speaker, and pulsed sound through. It looked like tiny people writhing, and trying to escape some kind of hell dimension - or one hell of an orgy. www.youtube.com/watch?v=579hNOgHUs8

svvisher:

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS

A: One of my favorite QI experiments.

You just spray some colored sand with Scotchgard repellant. It will not absorb the water, it stays entirely dry, so you get this affect. It’s very cool. 

My absolute favorite was when he put cornflour and some water, into a speaker, and pulsed sound through. It looked like tiny people writhing, and trying to escape some kind of hell dimension - or one hell of an orgy. 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=579hNOgHUs8

(via bowties-and-thugglife)




Anonymous Asked:
Have you heard Dave Chappelle's routine about women who "dress like whores?" He says that doing so does not make a woman a whore but compares it to how others might perceive him if he dressed in a cop's uniform. Wearing a cop's uniform doesn't make you a cop, but that doesn't mean people won't potentially come up to you asking for police assistance. What are your thoughts about that?

My answer:

neoliberalismkills:

I think it really ignores the social causes for people’s assumptions. A cop uniform has a set reason behind it, a job, with a well known uniform set specifically for that job. However, when it comes to “dressing like a whore”, that is completely based off people’s perceptions, and the responsibility for not being a fucking prick is still on the person assuming such things. There’s also a lot of really gross lack of acknowledgement of a woman’s bodily autonomy and ability to dress however the fuck she wants without acting in a certain way. His joke puts the responsibility for people’s assumptions on the woman dressing in a revealing way, instead of keeping the responsibility on the men who have certain fucked up perceptions of women and what the revealing of their bodies means.

This is VERY well stated. 

It should also be noted that, with the exception of some very silly stereotypes - like Eurotrash wearing a lot of gold chains and spray-on tan - there is no particular way of dressing for a man, that is supposedly implying he is a giggolo, a.k.a. a man-whore. 

So if there is a way in which a woman can dress, that implies her sexual autonomy is in the care of whoever will pay her enough, or show her enough shallow attention - where is the template for how men shouldn’t dress, if they don’t want to worry about women presuming their body is for sale or for the taking? Do we get to tell men, that if they walk around in really tight jeans, they’re asking to be sexually molested or treated like a sex-worker? And if they are attacked by an overly aggressive woman (or man for that matter) and sexually assaulted, do we then get to imply it was his own fault for going commando without proper tucking, or showing off the guns in mixed company? 

I don’t care if, once upon a time, women were practically property and certainly presumed to be chaste - this is not ‘once upon a time’. It’s the 21st Century. I can walk down the street, in fish nets and garters, wearing a microskirt and an entirely transparent blouse, with only pasties on underneath. And under NO circumstances does ANYONE have any business, telling me that my outfit justifies men treating me like a street-corner prostitute, or trying to hurt me when I won’t give them what they think I’m advertising. 

There is no article of clothing - nor any combination of various articles of clothing - I can wear, that grants implied permission for anyone to touch me, or even proposition me. No matter how many times they say it, no matter how many “Slut Walks” we have to have, that is a simple and basic fact. It doesn’t matter what I’m wearing - no one should presume to touch my body, without my expressed permission. 




not-your-wonderwall:

tammy—k:

every single one of these posts are gold

That was some of the best rolling laughter I’ve experienced in ages. 

Someone needs to put that pizza delivery scene into a movie - and beg Kevin Smith to play the Dominos guy. 

(Source: guyism.com, via bowties-and-thugglife)

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frantzfandom:

mmanalysis:

frantzfandom:

siddharthasmama:

2damnfeisty:

elisaddiq:

theqpocshakur:

skylorremixes:

theqpocshakur:

lovenikkigolightly:

ittlebitz:

starrysleeper:

Wait a minute…

I have been laughing at this for hours now…

Uh oh.

it could just be a late baby couldn’t it?

Not for 3 whole months! Lol

oh okay i forgot kids cook for 9 months lol

maybe she…I got nothing. She done fucked up bad.

Somebody lying.

fraudulent

bruh

Y’all, the headline is fake: http://1023blakefm.com/kendra-kaplan-pregnancy-fail-photo-is-not-what-it-seems/

damn

Seriously guys? I can’t believe anyone had to write an article explaining this. Being ‘at war for’ 12 months doesn’t mean you’re deployed every day of those 12 months - soldiers earn 13 days of leave (paltry) for every 12 months they work. They do get time off. Obviously during active wars things get more complicated, but they generally do not have people away for their families for a year at a time, without at least some leave to come home and visit.  Her husband was coming home from a 12-month deployment - he hadn’t been locked in a cave in Afghanistan for 12 months. 

frantzfandom:

mmanalysis:

frantzfandom:

siddharthasmama:

2damnfeisty:

elisaddiq:

theqpocshakur:

skylorremixes:

theqpocshakur:

lovenikkigolightly:

ittlebitz:

starrysleeper:

Wait a minute…

I have been laughing at this for hours now…

Uh oh.

it could just be a late baby couldn’t it?

Not for 3 whole months! Lol

oh okay i forgot kids cook for 9 months lol

maybe she…
I got nothing. She done fucked up bad.

Somebody lying.

fraudulent

bruh

Y’all, the headline is fake: http://1023blakefm.com/kendra-kaplan-pregnancy-fail-photo-is-not-what-it-seems/

damn

Seriously guys? I can’t believe anyone had to write an article explaining this.

Being ‘at war for’ 12 months doesn’t mean you’re deployed every day of those 12 months - soldiers earn 13 days of leave (paltry) for every 12 months they work. They do get time off. Obviously during active wars things get more complicated, but they generally do not have people away for their families for a year at a time, without at least some leave to come home and visit.  

Her husband was coming home from a 12-month deployment - he hadn’t been locked in a cave in Afghanistan for 12 months. 

(Source: itscalledfashionlookitup, via bowties-and-thugglife)