I JUST WANT TO MEET A GUY ON TUMBLR WHO IS FUNNY AND IN MY FANDOMS AND MY AGE AND HAPPENS TO LIVE NEARBY SO WE CAN MEET UP THEN BECOME REALLY CLOSE THEN GET MARRIED AND HUNT TOGETHER AND SOLVE CRIMES AND TRAVEL THROUGH SPACE AND TIME IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK!?
So today I learned that Eucalyptus leaves have this chemical in them and when koalas eat the leaves the chemical makes them drunk but since koalas only eat Eucalyptus leaves they basically go through their entire lives perpetually smashed.
Welcome to Australia. Where if the animal can’t kill you, it’s getting smashed off it’s face
Stevie Nicks was the first woman I ever heard say she had chosen not to have children because she cared more about her career. The first that ever warned me men might not like it if there are things more important to me than they are. The first that ever said that that was fine: sometimes, you have to leave them behind. Wherever she goes, she surrounds herself with girls. “I can’t imagine you in a bathing suit,” someone says in an interview for Rolling Stone, when Stevie says she likes to play in the pool in her backyard. “Yeah, well, you never will,” Stevie says. “There is never - ever - a man in the backyard. If there is, he is banished to the front of the house.” Men don’t get to look at Stevie Nicks unless Stevie Nicks wants men to look at Stevie Nicks. In her songs, even when she’s talking about how she has to change, she proclaims her power, her ability, her worth. She is a queen, she is a witch, she is a dragon, she is in control. She isn’t polite. She’s competitive. She’s bossy. She claimed all the things the men around her claimed — she spent as much money as they spent, had as much sex as they had, was as reckless as they were, stood at the front of the same stage — and never questioned that that was her right. The world tells us women are there for men, but despite all the boyfriends and the jokes about how she’s so easy and the sex-symbol status, she isn’t there for men at all. She does it without ever giving in to the men that dismiss her. She’s emotional. She’s dramatic. She raises her voice as much as she can. She thinks she’s pretty, she thinks she’s a star, and when her fans crowd up to the edge of the stage, crazy, she welcomes them, with open arms. She revels in it. She’s too much of a girl for you? She revels in it.
it’s funny when people talk about “male socialisation” and “female socialisation” because do cafab and camab children watch different TV shows and go to different schools and live in different countries or something, nope,
Ooooop well it took like four days to do the other thing but I did it, I feel like a clear canvas of thoughts, maybe Auckland isnt so bad for the mental health eh? Also Lenette your tumble message was fucking perfect I love you thank you I feel like I’m becoming Zarina again and not the sad little “female” that Dunedin tried to put in her socieltal place by giving her all those inferior girly worries. Not quite back to Zarina but getting there
so in Japanese, we sang Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
here’s a general gist of the translation:
Rudolph had a shiny nose
no one liked him
he cried every night
then one Christmas it was dark
Santa decided Rudolph’s nose was convenient (literally it says convenient)
Rudolph was useful.
I SHIT YOU NOT.
That’s basically the song without all of the fluff, though.
IT’S LIKE A VULCAN CHRISTMAS CAROL