A few years ago I was listening to Science for the People (as I used to do), and they had an interview with Jesse Bering about his then-recent book Perv: The Sexual Deviant in All of Us. He was going on about how men’s sexualities are narrow and stable while women’s sexualities are broad and fluid, a spectrum with exclusive paraphiles at one end and @sinesalvatoremat the other.
And this felt really familiar, and at first I wasn’t sure why. And then I realised:
This was not the first time that I had been accused of having an extreme male brain.
I should start compiling a list of times I’m used as an example of an extreme version of a feminine mental trait, since it’s strangely frequent and cool.
I thought you might appreciate that. :)
Didn’t know it was strangely frequent, though.
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#and it’s interesting in a different way when *I* make a good example of a *masculine* trait #I used to know some people who would often point out #that any test of Real Womanhood *intended* to exclude trans women inevitably ends up excluding some cis women too #there are no places where you can draw a neat line #off the top of my head I can think of four Real Womanhood tests that I fail #(I’m autistic and paraphilic and non-dysmenorrheic and I never get catcalled) #((that last one especially feels like tempting fate to say it out loud)) #((but if I start getting catcalled tonight my past selves will still have been women)) #((so the point would remain)) #tag rambles #reply via reblog #gender
A few years ago I was listening to Science for the People (as I used to do), and they had an interview with Jesse Bering about his then-recent book Perv: The Sexual Deviant in All of Us. He was going on about how men’s sexualities are narrow and stable while women’s sexualities are broad and fluid, a spectrum with exclusive paraphiles at one end and @sinesalvatoremat the other.
And this felt really familiar, and at first I wasn’t sure why. And then I realised:
This was not the first time that I had been accused of having an extreme male brain.
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#the ”paraphilia is quintessentially masculine” people and the ”autism is quintessentially masculine” people #should get together and study whether the two things are correlated #or they might have already I don’t know #now I’m curious #oh look an original post #sexuality and lack thereof #gender #autism
Unmentionables on Tumblr: When you enter the @ symbol and a username on Tumblr, you can mention a blog, sending that blog account a notification. Unless you can’t. Here are some cases where Tumblr usernames won’t show up in results when you try to “@mention” them, or the mention notification won’t go through.
The setting for “Allow this blog to appear in search results” is turned off for the blog. User mention relies on a Tumblr user search, and disallowing all searches for the blog includes opting out of the user mention search.
The blog is identified as adult-oriented/not safe for work in its blog settings (and you are not following the NSFW blog).
The blog is a secondary blog that is password protected.
The blog account doing the mentioning is so new that Tumblr won’t send mention notifications as an anti-spam measure.
The blog account doing the mentioning was blocked. So if you block a blog, that shunned blog cannot “@mention” your blog on Tumblr.
The mystery about the tagging. Now you know.
@jaiwithani any of this describe you and your ability-to-be-tagged problems?
I can see mentions like this just fine, but my attempts to follow things that get tagged #jaiwithani have been met with sadness and despair.
#Amenta #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #(some of which was meta-amusement that I saw this punchline coming) #high context jokes
Faced with the concept that autism is an extreme male brain and simultaneously told that they just think they are boys due to their autistic traits, AFAB autistic persons would find themselves with no allowable gender identities.
#our home and cherished land #(my 10th anniversary of moving to Canada is not until September) #(but this is the 10th *Canada Day*) #I’m either going to a museum or an open-air festival or both depending on the rain patterns #I’m going to go put my citizenship pin on now #oh look an original post #anniversaries #\o/
I find this line from Si Dwn absolutely hilarious:
Nobody nevah seh yuh a sell yuh body! – And if yuh did, bebeh, dat a yuh prerogative.
Which is literally just “One of the compliments I’d pay you is that no one would ever call you a whore! Except, like, if you were a sexworker, that would be cool with me too, because feminism yo.”
Honestly, I love everything about this. The cognitive dissonance. The sudden switch into a more formal register. The way he tries to rhyme “body” with “prerogative”. The “how do you do, fellow liberals?” tone. The fact that he’s trying so hard. The fact that this is in the middle of a song about how much he loves fucking because basically everything he writes is.
Kartel is my precious baby and I want him to be happy.
my god this song to me is like mwah mwah mwah mwah PREROGATIVE mwah mwah mwah
of all the legible words I would expect to hear in a song that is not one.
Oh, right, I keep forgetting Jamaican patois has low mutual intelligibility with the stuff you guys speak. That’s so weird to me, given that this song is perfectly intelligible to me – it just feels like an odd accent rather than a different language.
Admittedly, some phrases definitely stand out to me as more clear than others. On the other hand, it might just be that they stand out thanks to sounding funny, like “coming soon to a pussy near you” in New Jordans:
”it just feels like an odd accent rather than a different language.”
An odd accent is often enough to render speech unintelligible, though, especially when sung.
(Mind you, I seem to be unusually bad at this. I knew somebody once from Venezuela. After a year of hanging out in groups including her ~3 hours/week, I was still getting maybe three or four words in five. And I was alone in this: often, everyone else would laugh at something she’d said, and I didn’t laugh because I hadn’t understood enough of it to know that it was funny.)
Meanwhile, on the other end of the language spectrum from Hard Mode singing, we have Easy Mode reading (your mileage may vary). The written-out lyrics at the beginning of this thread mostly made sense (and I did laugh at the joke), and completely made sense once I noticed I’d misread “seh” as another “sell”.
(I wonder if ability to parse odd accents is positively correlated with ability to parse individual voices at crowded parties. You’ve mentioned being fairly good at that.)
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#language #nsfw text #reply via reblog #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog
I have some medication bottles with timers built into the lids that automatically tell you how long it’s been since you last took a dose (opened the lid), and these things are so convenient I’m actually kind of stunned they’re not more common.
You don’t have to go through the whole rigamarole of “wait, did I just take my meds five minutes ago, or did I just think about doing it? … great, should I maybe miss a dose or maybe take a double dose?” every other time you take them. You don’t have to try to remember what time it was when you woke up in the middle of the night and groped around for the bottle and took the next dose and fell back asleep. If you’re taking more than one medication, you don’t have to keep track of which you took when. And of course doing all that when you’re sedated or have a fever or are just in pain is extra fun.
Plus: pediatric medicines. When I or any of my siblings got sick as babies, my parents used to write up a chart on the whiteboard, every time, with medications and dosages and times. Because they’d be switching off taking care of us, and it would just be way too easy for Mom to give the baby something that Dad had just given them ten minutes before but not thought to mention (and with a baby, that can be pretty dangerous). With timer-caps, you’ve got perfect information-sharing: you don’t just know what’s the last time you gave the baby the medication, you know what’s the last time the medication was used.
So it really seems like this should be more of a thing! I mean, ordering them online cost me a couple of bucks each; so if the manufacturers were just building in timers by default, what should that actually add to the price, maybe a quarter for each bottle? A dollar at the outside? That’s definitely within the store brand – name brand variation for even cheap over-the-counter medications. I’d happily pay fifty cents extra to buy a bottle of advil off the shelf at the grocery store that had a timer built into the lid to count out four-to-six-hours for me.
At the very least, I’m kind of surprised that this isn’t a default feature on, like, prescription painkillers. My parents did the whiteboard thing again for me after I had jaw surgery, because I was on the good drugs and in no condition to keep track of whether I’d had a dose recently or not. I strongly suspect that having a timer that set itself automatically – so that even someone pretty drugged up could look at it and see if it had reached 6:00:00 and turned green – would make a nontrivial difference in the rate of accidental overdoses. And given how much those drugs cost, adding a dollar timer to the lid is completely insignificant.
So I’d really expect consumers to be demanding these for the convenience, federal regulations to be pushing them for safety, and drug manufacturers to be happily showing them off as a “check out the cool fancy bonus gadget our brand has, because we care.” And yet as far as I know this happens literally zero – you can buy the timer lids online, if you know they exist, but no medication I’ve ever seen is just sold in bottles that have timer lids by default.
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#… #interesting idea #the more you know #remind me to get some of these #(right now I’m only on iron pills) #(where it doesn’t really matter if you skip a day or two) #(so when I’m not sure if I’ve taken any today I just don’t take it and it’s not a big deal) #(but I expect at *some* point in my life I’ll be on important-timing meds for *some* length of time) #(I was going to use one of those pillboxes with separate divisions for each day of the week) #(but that gets rapidly less helpful with anything more complicated than once-a-day)
This is a conspiracy theory about events that happened in my current home before I ever got here. Let me spin the tale as I have received it across the seas of time…
The Potato Incident (alternate names: Potatogate, Potatoghazi, The Potatopocalypse, and The Coup of 18 Pomme-de-Terre) was a calamity that befell my beloved homeland deep in the ancient past. Historians estimate it to have occurred some time last year, but all true citizens know it to be at least six thousand years old.
It all started when Lord Ozymandias brought home a treasure trove of approximately nine zillion potatoes which they had raided from a nearby grocery store. @transgirlkyloren, as they are now known to us, proceeded to leave the zillions of potatoes in the bottom of the pantry for many moons.
However, unbeknownst to the residents of this home, a Change was occurring within the potatoes. For, as they soon learned, leaving a fuckton of organic matter pressed together in a warm and dark location is a Bad Idea. Soon, the potatoes had liquefied, oozing out across the land and consuming all in their path. Armies fought desperately against the rising tide of evil until one hero stepped forth to face the challenge.
Lady @lethriloth went forth and destroyed the starchy menace; banishing it to the landfill. She then spun round on the citizenry. Her eyes shone; her hands grew talons; three rings of bright flame encircled her head. She let forth a bellowing cry from beyond time itself and said “STOP BOILING GOATS IN THEIR MOTHERS’ MILK YOU MEDIOCRE DUNCES”
Thus was unleashed the coup of 18 Pomme-de-Terre and the Reign of Pomme-de-Terror. Ever since, we have lived under the benevolent and uncriticisable rule of the tyrant, and the citizens of Gondolin have been loud in our whaling. Ozy, of course, fled the scene several months later, pursued by a bear. At least, this is the official history, which may have been embellished by later generations and by the political whims of the new regime. Hence, we have the conspiracy:
Were the liquid potatoes an inside job?
Don’t you think this was awfully convenient for Her Majesty The Supreme Ruler of All The Food Touches and Dictator For Life or Maybe Even Beyond That Because Do You Really Trust Her To Stay Down? I mean, how seriously should we take the claim that potatoes would “““rot”””? After all, not even jet-fuel can melt potatoes – you expect time to? A likely story…
First, let us consider the humble potato in greater depth. Potato is “תפוח אדמה” in Hebrew. The gematria value of this is 544. Do you know what else has a gematria value of 544? Both “reptilian bloodline” (no, seriously) and “cast out”. Clearly, this means that @lethriloth is a reptilian who conspired to cast Ozy out of our home.
This is further confirmed by taking the sum of 5+4+4. That’s right: 13. The number of participants at the last supper, right before Jesus was cast out to be crucified under Pontius Pilate.
And what did they eat at that last supper? That’s right: potatoes. How do we know? Because Jesus says to his disciples that they are eating, in his words, “my body”. In Hebrew, this is “הגוף שלי”, which has a gematria value of 434. However, what he’s giving them is his body manifest in food. Therefore, to get the full value of what they consumed, we must add “food”, which is 110. 434 + 110 = 544. Therefore, the disciples ate potatoes.
And what do you get if you give Lethriloth a potato? Behold: Lethriloth + Potato = 400 + 544 = 944 = Political Corruption
It all adds up
Do not say you were not warned
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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #(fair warning: I only checked a few of the numbers) #(but it wouldn’t detract from the humour and it’s not like I really know how to double-check gematria anyway) #storytime #unsanitary cw
Brinens and Things 