Moderation or Death
chilloutmotherfuckr:

booty made out of straws so you can SUCK MY ASS

chilloutmotherfuckr:

booty made out of straws so you can SUCK MY ASS

Interesting day today. I got to own pretty hard in cognitive neuroscience, which is always really gratifying. I can tell some of the other psych students aren’t used to being this far toward the tip of the iceberg with their course material.

After class, I got to see my old friend Jo. After 3 years, I had wondered how much we had really connected before she left, but she has kept up with me online, and I was so glad that she still thinks of me as a good friend. It shaped up to be an awesome trip to Sidetracks because the waitress gave me my coffees for free, and Kim did the same with a slider she didn’t finish!

I had to run straight from there to work at Methods Consultants, which was cool because I was introduced to some new software that will be incredibly helpful in a doctoral program. Aside from working a lot with Prezi, I also got some resources on a scientific typesetting system called Latex, and later on, I get to learn how to use the statistics openware, “R.”

As a break from tweaking personal statements, I hit the rec center and got to do a heavy leg day for the first time after a little break. I thought I would be more wrecked because I usually overdo it, but I am extremely relieved to have gotten my deadlift back over 225 without a problem.

This is gonna be another one of those times where I try to get back into journaling my inane shit on tumblr rather than a format where people feel more pressure to respond. PEACE

carinacakes:

finished my banner today. as i said last night, “i deal with the patriarchy every day, so i DESERVE glitter, y’know?”

happy to sleep under this thing every night. 

I can’t think of anyone I’d rather smash the patriarchy with.

rapunzelie:

being a person who relies heavily on physical affection while also being a person who does not get very much physical affection is a lil exhausting and saddening

this describes me

dreadqueer:

Literally all she did was point out misognyistic tropes in a video games, and this is the aftermath. Men continually prove feminism correct and necessary.

dreadqueer:

Literally all she did was point out misognyistic tropes in a video games, and this is the aftermath. Men continually prove feminism correct and necessary.

This dominant narrative surrounding the inevitability of female objectification and victimhood is so powerful that it not only defines our concepts of reality but it even sets the parameters for how we think about entirely fictional worlds, even those taking place in the realms of fantasy and science fiction. It’s so normalized that when these elements are critiqued, the knee-jerk response I hear most often is that if these stories did not include the exploitation of women, then the game worlds would feel too “unrealistic” or “not historically accurate”. What does it say about our culture when games routinely bend or break the laws of physics and no one bats an eye? When dragons, ogres and magic are inserted into historically influenced settings without objection. We are perfectly willing to suspend our disbelief when it comes to multiple lives, superpowers, health regeneration and the ability to carry dozens of weapons and items in a massive invisible backpack. But somehow the idea of a world without sexual violence and exploitation is deemed too strange and too bizarre to be believable.
Tropes vs Women in Video Games, Women as Background Decoration: Part 2 (via femfreq)

If I sit still, maybe I’ll get out of here.

"Dark have been my dreams of late, but I feel as one new-awakened."
-Theoden King, House of Eorl

"Dark have been my dreams of late, but I feel as one new-awakened."

-Theoden King, House of Eorl

Deeply lonely.

I am certain that I will never complete a PhD program if I am this severely isolated. Thinking about how last year went makes me shudder to imagine even the next few months like this.

Living entirely alone sucks. Working too much to affiliate with classmates sucks. Studying too much to affiliate with coworkers sucks. Having only one regular source of social interaction sucks. I never thought I would be this alone at this point in my life. I feel like I must have done something wrong, and though that seems illogical, it becomes easier to believe the sadder I get.