being fat is hard because you don’t just run into inaccessibility that affects only you. for example, if i’m bigger than a car seat is built for, then i inconvenience those sitting next to me. if i’m bigger than a room is built for, i encroach on others space. it makes the fat person feel like it’s a personal fault, and skinny people are often not kind to fat folks who take up space. i want to make this clear: it is Not the fat persons fault AND i understand the strain and shame it can cause fat people. this world is built to exclude fat people. fitting of my favorite phrase inspired by the social model of disability; it’s not the fat persons fault, it’s the worlds fault.
Attempts to erase Palestinian identity and connection to The Land are just as insidious as attempts to erase Jewish identity and connection to The Land.
There is active erasure taking place on both “sides.” I think this is because people seem to be so unable to hold two goddamn things at once and they see the existence of one group in connection to The Land, to completely undermine the existence of another group in connection to The Land.
This is super immature and also very fucking annoying because it means we have to watch people jump through hoops to try and explain that Palestinians don’t exist or that all Jews are colonizers who grew out of the ground in Europe.
(In a piercing soprano) Horror movies are unethical because the characters are forced to be scared!
(In a warm, resounding contralto) we should ban sex scenes because the characters were children at some point in their lives!
(In a velvety tenor) All children’s entertainment is inherently unethical because it’s created by adults for the express purposes of manipulating the minds and emotions of young people before they can think for themseeeeeeeelves!
So I have a little brother right? Loves the modern fallout games. Likes to wander around and scavenge. Enter Fallout: New Vegas. My brother learns that the Hreat Kahns are the ones that help try to kill his character. My Brother: “… Aight. Bet.”
Hey, hi, yeah, not just a girl thing. Moreso a sadistic Bethesda fan thing.
Once he’s deep enough into the game, with huge amounts of points in stealth for those BIG crit bonuses, he makes his way to Red Rock Canyon. With Boone in tow.
Now I know what you’re thinking. “Oh, so he killed everybody in Red Rock Canyon? Big whoop 🙄.” And you’d be right… except he didn’t JUST kill them.
You see, my brother had a suped up Laser Rifle on him. Barrel Extension, some kinda damage amplifier. I don’t remember all the specifics, but it had like, everything except a scope. So what does he do? Does he go in guns blazing with Boone and wipe them the fuck out.
Oh no. Quite the opposite. In fact, he had Boone wait just outside of Red Rock to make sure he did this right.
Because my brother, with this suped up Kaser Rifle, with a good amount of points in energy weapons as well, to stack onto that stealth bonus, climbed the edges of the rocks in Red Rock, jumping and jimmying himself up onto these high, HIGH ledges. Then, without a scope, he would look down, pick an npc, and vaporize them.
And then he’d wait.
He’d sit there, watching the npcs go alert, searching helplessly for where the shot came from, running around scared… and he’d just watch them. Waiting for them to settle down. And then? He’d do it all over again.
He did this for HOURS. Finding a ledge, hunkering down, ashing a Kahn, then waiting. Meticulous, calculated, and cold.
And when everywhere else was wiped out? When every other camp in those Red Rocks was littered with bodies? He went to the main Kahn house, where all the big bosses were staying. (I don’t know the exact terminology for the Kahn hierarchy, forgive me.) He spoke to them, exhausted every dialogue option he could, like nothing had happened. Then, he went into a small back room, took out a plasma grenade, and threw it at their donner table. I believe it took him less than a minute to finish them off.
Now you’re probably wondering “Wait, so he killed ALL of them?!”
No. No he didn’t. He left the group that was actually with Benny alive.
so in an attempt to actually use positive thinking, anytime i fuck up and my brain reacts as if ive cause a minor apocalyptic event, i compare my fuck up to the 4 minute fuck up committed by the crew of the uss william d porter.
and only today, as i was having to explain what happened to my mom when i was explaining the whole comparison thing, did i realise that most people dont know about it and ive decided that needs to change because its objectively hilarious.
…which is a weird thing to say about an event that occured on a warship in 1943, specifically november 14th.
see the uss william d porter was a fletcher-class destroyer but you dont need to know what that means, just that she had guns that went bang bang and that she was escorting another ship, the uss iowa, to cairo.
while they were on their way there, they performed some gun trials like testing the anti-aircraft guns or the torpedos. and while they were running a torpedo drill, the crew of the porter managed to fire a live torpedo straight at the iowa which you know, in terms of a list of things to do while escorting a ship, shooting a torpedo at them is not on that list.
especially if the president of the united states is on board.
yeah so fdr was on board and the gun trials were actually his idea, and part of the trials was that they were conducted under radio silence.
and that means the crew of the porter couldnt just call the iowa to be like “move out the way, we accidentally shot a torpedo at you.”
but they did have signal lamps and you know, the signalman on board was trained to signal this exact kind of message.
…and uh never mind, the signalman did manage to successfully tell the iowa that a torpedo was coming toward them but wasnt as successful when it came to the direction the torpedo was coming from.
not all hope is lost though because the signalman could still use the signal lamp to correct his previous mistake and-, never mind, he announced that the porter was reversing, which she wasnt.
yeah so at catastrophic mistake number 3, they broke radio silence to warn the iowa and she managed to turn out of the way just in time which meant no one got hurt. and even though the inquiry into the incident led to chief torpedoman (fantastic job title btw) lawton dawson being sentences to hard labour, fdr intervened and waved away his sentence, saying it was all an accident.
but yeah, so thats my new measure for “how much did i really fuck up?” and when i compared accidentally picking up a pencil case without a tag on it in wilko, turns out it was a very minor fuck-up. yes, the cashier had to ask another worker to grab a duplicate so they could scan the barcode, but i didnt nearly kill the president during wartime via accidental friendly fire
I think every cashier knows about sticky coins, straight from customers’ cars’ drink holders. I had a guy paying for a drink and pack of cigarettes entirely with sticky coins. Whatever, gross but I can always wash them off and wash my hands when he leaves. Except he notices me grimacing as I count his change, and goes “Oh here let me help with that”, sweeps the change off the counter and POURS IT ALL INTO HIS MOUTH. Swishes them around like mouth wash, then spits them back into his hand and offers them to me.
I just. Stared at him in stunned silence. He looked proud of himself at first and then started getting embarrassed when I silently stared at him. Having no idea what to say. After a minute he was like “Do.. you got a sink I could wash these off in?” And I just wordlessly pointed to the bathroom. My coworker saw the whole thing and offered to take over when he came out (looking sheepish and swearing up and down he washed the coins with soap thoroughly and dried them off too)
I just. In WHAT universe do you think its a good idea to shove money in your mouth to “clean” it and then expect someone to take it from you still wet with your spit???
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