i used to be into occult shit when i was like 12 it was almost worse than my anime phase
i experienced both of these phases growing up. what they have in common is that both resulted in a painful cycle of:
1) first, embarrassment and self-disgust, then
2) erasure and denial, and then finally
3) reclamation, tumblr cult
what a bullshit series of things to happen
gosh it makes me so happy i am in a band with someone who understands loving lemon demon AND patrick wolf, AND THE LAST UNICORN (and who knows what else???), where did this girl come from ???????????????
DENA I AM YOUR CHIBI-MOON <3333333
Edit: Just to clarify - I came from our future moon kingdom, and SPOILER ALERT you are my real mom. we punish men
i really regret that up to this point, i didn’t realize that neil cicierega is a) still doing stuff, b) still lookin hip, and c) now on tumblr. i mean do you know how much time i spent in grade school obsessing, obsessing so hard?
crossing my fingers that, after trolling all his social media, i don’t come to the sudden realization that he’s a) a misogynist, b) a bigot, or c) boring. oh god please
really looking forward to all my thoughts on the environment being peppered with really fatalistic doomsdaying
soon my hopefulness for the future of this planet will resemble my hopefulness for the future of myself. so like, go me for consistency i guess
“All that plant geneticists are doing is rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic.”
This is a quote from Dr. Farmer Jordan that I found in my notes from when he weighed in on the importance of soil conservation on the day I finally realized that soil isn’t like a homogeneous Magic Plant Place, and that it has tons of factors determining its character, and that it takes a bajillion years to make really great soil, and that agricorpo only gives the bare minimum of shits regarding erosion, and that’s a problem
anyway dr. farmer jordan is pretty rad
The Skintern article is the poster child for why Slate’s XX factor section is shit. Some choice quotes:
Skintern is a term I first heard from a male colleague who disapproved of the yearly ritual of scantily-clad young women showing up to do summer internships at our company.
So, a male colleague did me a favor and disclosed his really gross portmanteau to me. trust me, He’s practically an authority on the matter. Of women. In the workplace
Every June there would be a new batch, just as clueless about appropriate office attire as those from the year before.
Don’t be just another silly, unpaid skin monger in a faceless parade! Be more than just another clueless bimbo. Stay tuned for a primer on how to shape your personal decisions around a professional brand of the male gaze!
I’m not here to judge. I’m here to help.
Save your skin. …Showing skin in the office does not make you look sophisticated, it makes you look naked.Continue the winning streak by saving the glittery platform sandals for another occasion, like pole dancing class.
So a lot of this advice probably conforms to the dress codes of most biz-caj/semi-formal workplaces, and the advice is not unreasonable in that sense.
The reason it’s shitty is because all it does is annotate a basic dress code with earnest slut shame. Which sucks, because this particular brand of professional slut shame is a direct consequence of how much sway the male gaze has in the workplace. I mean, she explicitly cites her male coworker’s disapproval as the article’s inspiration, like come on.
Like, I’m not trying to DISMANTLE DRESS CODE because that’s hilarious and probably already a crimethinc poster, ugh. Anyway, as a person who likes/needs her job, doesn’t mind her dress code, and also bikes to work, I’d think a friendlier, more helpful article might provide suggestions on how to make a summer wardrobe conform to a basic dress code.
It’d probably be a really short article, because in my experience it just means keeping a cardigan and opaque tights in the break room