reblogging to normalize. because we really should be uplifting sex workers as bread winners. Also because they should be able to show their face in public without fear of repercussions??? (cough cough), like this gentleman.
Honestly its unhinged and hilarious but yet also seriously something I want to see more of
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Reblog if you’re a cheap whore. Or respect cheap whores. Or have the power to turn young people into cheap whores. (they can never tell which)
If you’re making enough to pay off your sister’s student loans you are not a cheap whore you are a wildly successful whore which is admittedly beside the point but damn
So, something I learnt the other day. So, you know how dinosaurs supposedly can’t see you if you stand still? Well that myth is based on real-life lizards/etc and how eyes in general work. So, once my dad starts infodumping, here comes some other cool information. We, humans, can in fact, also not see something unless it’s moving. We fixed this by having our eyes constantly shake. And then our brain compensates for us, so we don’t have to have shaky vision.
What if aliens don’t have this? Like. What if they find out when one of us was looking at something in the distance, and they walk around this thing that’s in front of them, and the alien is confused so they bob their head and oh, there’s a thing there, but how did the human know that, and then we explain and they’re like, horrified.
Humans are apex predators. They can hunt in packs. They can hunt in pairs. They can hunt on their own. They’re persistance predators, which is unheard of. They get stronger when they’re mad or scared. They have this thing called ‘body language’ which acts like a type of hivemind, even if they’ll claim it isn’t. And. They can see you. When you’re not moving. They can still see you. If you ever find yourself in a fight against a human, for whatever reason? Run. Run as fast as you can. And hope, pray if you have a religion, that they won’t follow.
ok thats a really neat concept but what do you mean our eyes are always shaking
If you hold your hand at arms length and look at your thumbnail, thats approximately the size of area your eye can actually focus on. Everything else is a composite image generated by your brain.
Your eyes constantly dart around a little bit to fill in the composite.
the scary part? when your eyes move, you go blind. Your visual system has to cover up the periodic blindness but it does it “backwards” from how you’d expect: instead of “lagging” vision, it shows you what you see after the blindness, but makes it seem like you saw it the whole time.
You can see this by looking at a clock with a ticking second hand. The first time you move your eyes to it, the tick you see will seem to take longer than usual. That’s because your visual system lied about how long you saw that tick, because you were blind for part of the time you thought you were seeing it. (fun fact: we don’t see the same thing with moving objects, but only because our vision system “fakes the footage” of them moving while we were blind, because it understands consistent motion)
The human vision system is a marvelous clusterfuck of hacks.
I recently read a great sci Fi story about how fucked this is, called Blindsight. Highly recommend if you like being horrified by the limitations of your brain!
oh yes. Blindsight inspired the twitter version of that rant years ago.
There was this park near where I grew up. I remember we’d just moved to the area so I was around six and we drove past and saw this waterfront area. My parents decided to check it out so we went for a walk. It was a lovely park, there’s a lazy slough, lots of trees, extremely picturesque. My parents ambled along the trail enjoying the nature while my siblings and I ranged around in their orbit like excitable moons.
Then I saw something odd. Something vibrantly alive down by the water that was entirely the wrong color. I called back my vital scouting info and my family gathered around me. We looked down the steep verge toward the slough, screened by underbrush. We couldn’t quite make out what it was. The only thing we could agree was that it certainly wasn’t a duck. However it was about duck sized and roughly duck shaped. It just wasn’t a duck.
This led to some heated debate amongst my siblings and I but we were forbidden to scramble down the muddy hill to harass the mystery animal. Reluctantly we continued down the trail, speculating wildly when a chicken popped out of a bush in front of us with a train of several chicks.
We froze. The chicken did not. She placidly herded her little puffs across the trail, pecking happily for seeds, unbothered by our proximity. My family had not yet delved into farming and this was the first time any of us kids had seen a chicken up close. It was like a fairytale thing, a creature we had seen over and over in books was suddenly here in the wilderness of the park. We all realized the mystery creature had likewise been a chicken.
Another couple came up the trail and saw us staring.
“Is this your first time at the park?” They asked?
We nodded.
They informed us that this park had become a dumping ground for unwanted chickens. Once the chickens were dumped they were park property and the locals didn’t mind the eccentric additions at all. No one looked after the chickens, but they got on surprisingly well.
As the years went by we visited the park regularly. Signs were added to warn people not to dump off chickens or they’d be fined. They were also excluded from snatching the existing chickens. The hope was that the chickens would eventually run their course and the park would go back to normal.
It did not.
Instead the menagerie grew. Peacocks cropped up occasionally, turkeys; and one visit we saw guinea fowl. But there were always chickens. Eventually feed dispenser were installed so park goers could pay a quarter to enjoy the motley flocks.
Because we’d moved into a house with land my mom started up a chicken coop and we got our very own chickens at the feed store like proper folks. The first rooster we had was a gentleman, politely clucking at us when came into the coop, but the second proved troublesome a year later. He either adored or hated me. Every time I entered the coop he’d dance and flounce and brandish his spurs.
My mom didn’t want to off him frankly she didn’t know how at that point but his fascination ended with him flying at me and the rooster was sentenced to banishment.
We drove to the park.
We saw him there for years afterward, clucking dutifully around a small flock of hens. He did pretty well in exile.
Anyone who’s kept chickens knows that eventually there’s always a tragedy. Ours happened when a neighbors dog broke into our coop and slaughtered the flock. I was absolutely distraught, my lovingly hand reared chicks all decimated in a flurry of senseless bloodlust. I have not loved a chicken since. They are too fragile to bear it.
After a few days of mourning my mom offered that she knew where to find some more chickens. To make up for the massacre she planned a night raid with us. We stayed up past our bedtime and drove to the park with tarp covered kennels in the back of the truck.
We crept down along the gravel parking lot, looking up into the trees, spotting the telltale lumps of shadows that meant chickens. We quickly developed a strategy. We picked a chicken branch, creeping close underneath. Then we reached the end of the branch and gave it a good shake until the roosting chicken glided down to the ground in confusion. It was easy to scoop them up and we went home the proud new owner of a handsome flock of chickens.
The Take a Chicken Leave a Chicken park is still a beloved feature of its neighborhood to this day.
“I have not loved a chicken since. They are too fragile to bear it”
Something something we make our interior being a mirror of the cosmos
A quick reminder to all regular humans who have a fencer in their life: *Fencing is really hard to do.*
It requires musician’s fingers and boxer’s legs. First off, you have to wield a flexible blade at a million miles an hour with *accuracy* while in constant motion, changing speeds, trying to get close to another uncooperative armed human.
Secondly, as if that wasn’t difficult enough, in two out of the three Olympic fencing disciplines you also have to convince the referee that your action was more correct than the other guys. You are simultaneously fighting someone and performing for the ref.
If the epee folks are looking a little smug now, remember that they compete in a formless void without the comforting elastic structure of right-of-way. Physics is their only friend. Poor bastards. No wonder they drink.
Basically, a fencer is always fighting with themselves (stress, fear, anger, doubt, etc.) and with another hostile human, while often trying to work *with* a third human. A runner just has to run as fast as they can; a fencer has to manage a very small riot.
[ID: Boxed shaped clay sculpture of a Przewalski’s horse. The horse’s body is painted onto the box in the style of palaeolithic cave art, and the front half from the shoulders is realistic and three-dimensional, fully emerging at the end of the box. The horse is in a walking pose with the front left leg raised and the head tilted slightly sideways. Each photo shows a different angle. End ID]
Yeah, happy with this. Will be remaking it at some point, hopefully with less issues. I’ll have to give it a coat of gloss as this clay is not hardy and needs protection.
Hello internet user whose entire concept of feminism comes from tiktok. In front of you are three ancient myths about women. You have five minutes to figure out which one of them was made up in the 1970s. If you choose wrong, you will be ripped to pieces by Maenads.
Okay since everyone wants the test, instead of giving you three myths here’s several myths. One of them is a real Greek myth with sources of it from ancient times and the rest of them are fake. One of the misconceptions was specifically invented in the 70s.
1. In every version of the myth, Medusa is born a human and Athena turns her into a monster
2. Hestia, goddess of the hearth and family, willingly gave up her place as the 12th Olympian to make room for Dionysus
3. Persephone chose Hades and wandered into the underworld of her own free will
4. Pandora didn’t know what was in her jar and unleashed evils on humanity by accident
5. During the voyage of the Argonauts the huntress Atalanta beat the hero Peleus the father of Achilles in a wrestling match
6. King Midas of Phrygia decided to give up his golden touch after turning his daughter to gold
7. Aphrodite was widely worshipped as a war goddess in Greece
lmao I promise you that only one of these is real.
Hiding the answers under a cut in case you wanna guess on your own.
Guys this post isn’t about neo-pagans and a lot of you are reading this as me hating new retellings or something. I have nothing against any of these stories. I just get frustrated when people “well actually” me about the “original” version of a myth when they have no sources for what they’re saying. These stories not being exactly the way you thought they were doesn’t have to mean anything. It’s fine.
I do not deal with Actual Myths from the Real World professionally but I do deal with I Am Making You A Bespoke Myth professionally
So please accept my tired salute
As I prepare to write an email at 1:50 in the belly of the morning
To explain
Again
“AD&D layered this existing myth for their their own commercial reasons. These are the parts they own, we cannot use them, these are the parts in public domain antiquity, we can use them. This is non-negotiable.”
people who for very silly reasons want to market prepared food products without preservatives in them who then discover why we started putting preservatives in prepared food products in the first place (because without a preservation method food quickly grows stale, and frequently also moldy or downright toxic) is a consistently good bit. like people really seem to think we put Evil Chemicals in food on purpose for no reason.
I used to work at a wholesale bakery that specialized in “clean label” products and this was my pet peeve. A company would want our products because they didn’t have preservatives, but then there were many versions of the following conversation:
“This bread is moldy in 5 days!”
Yeah, it doesn’t have any preservatives. That’ll happen.
“But the other company’s bread lasted for 15 days without mold.”
Right. They put calpro in it, which inhibits mold. You wanted bread without calpro, so it’s going to get moldy faster.
“Well, it has to be preservative free! But we want it to still last 15 days.”
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