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inquisitivefeminist:

brin-bellway:

sinesalvatorem:

I just watched Mean Girls! Damn, that movie is so Problematic I love it.

Mean Girls confuses me greatly.

It seemed to me like standard pro-homeschool propaganda, though with a bittersweet ending tacked on over the usual bad ending. It’s the cautionary tales homeschoolers tell each other, converted to movie format.

A movie like that is inherently niche: it can’t have mainstream appeal because the mainstream itself is the villain.

I watched it at a party with a group of public schoolers once, and I was boggled that they liked it. A movie that hated them, that called them animals (and not in the technical sense), and yet they were enjoying it.

Is this that “you aren’t stuck in traffic, you are traffic” thing? Nobody’s bothered by anti-public-schooler sentiment because everyone thinks of themselves as not counting, that the sentiment is directed at all those other people?

(Or maybe I was supposed to pattern-match it to Relatable Stories Reminding Me of My Own Life, and enjoy it on that level? But since I never went to public school, the thing in my life it best pattern-matched to was propaganda rather than personal experience, completely changing my perception of the film?)

What strikes you as homeschool propaganda, the thing where Cady is Corrupted By Popularity and ends up changing her whole personality?  Or the thing where the movie talks about how High School Is Like A Jungle/otherwise terrible?  Because both of those are very common teen movie tropes, and I’m curious if you’d react in a similar way to similar movies.

#I can think of way more examples for the first one  #I think the second one is more common in like books  #(and adaptations of books)  #probably to appeal to Sensitive People Who Read  #but it’s still definitely a common cultural trope

Both of them are also common tropes in cautionary tales about why you shouldn’t go to public school. Corrupted By Popularity is more disturbing when you’re a kid hearing these stories, but as I’ve gotten older I find High School Is Like A Jungle getting worse because of that…that knowing superiority embedded in it. “Yes,” it says, “we’ve all had times where we looked at a group of public school kids and saw a pack of lesser animals for a moment before they resolved into people. Most, perhaps all, of us have had times where they never resolved into people at all. It’s okay; not only okay, but worth encouraging.” And that’s…not…okay? It’s sure as hell not worth encouraging. Like, yeah I’ve done it, and I don’t feel inclined to beat myself up over it, but these days I try to actually see people as people? Not seeing people as people has a pretty bad track record in general.

@sinesalvatorem

“Yeah, I think public schoolers see it and think ‘Oh, yeah, I remember that shit at my school’.

ie: It’s not anti-public-school propaganda any more than people think the
average sit-com is anti-family propaganda. It’s a dramatised and
exaggerated version of their /actual lives/.”

#i mean i went to school in a completely different culture  #and still spent that movie going ‘oh yeah i remember that’

…huh. I really liked sitcoms as a kid, but I liked them to the extent that they did not remind me of my own life. They were–rather like Mean Girls, actually–glimpses into other ways of being.

I did once hear that Roseanne was so popular because it reminded people of themselves, and that surprised me. I liked Roseanne best because, as an upper-middle-class homeschooled kid, the lives of the Connors were completely alien to me, and I thought that was fascinating. I mean, it’s certainly possible to have a more alien-to-me life than they did–hell, I’m pretty sure you have one yourself, Alison–but people more foreign than them are generally portrayed as foreign, as people who are interestingly strange rather than interestingly identifiable-with. Roseanne portrayed itself as normal, as a story made by and for an alternate universe where people actually lived like that, and that was why it appealed to me.

It may be worth noting that IME, homeschooled minors generally do not date. Teen relationship drama pings as foreign to me, because…look, one time I heard through the grapevine that some sixteen-year-old in the community was dating someone, and the reason that got passed through the grapevine was because it was unusual for a sixteen-year-old to be dating at all. Another time, we got this one age ~14-15 kid who’d started out in public school and only recently switched to homeschooling. Apparently he flirted with the other kids around his age, most of whom didn’t notice and the remainder were weirded out. I honestly don’t know whether he flirted with me or not; I was in the oblivious majority, and I only know this was happening because I heard the parents talking about it.

Bear in mind, this was all among secular homeschoolers.

Mind you, even with the cautionary tales it’s very common for kids to switch to public school later on, especially at the middle-school/high-school transition, and the kids who do this tend to be more otherwise-normal than the kids who don’t. The weirdness level of homeschooled kids thus becomes more concentrated the older they get; in particular, groups of homeschooled teens are frequently upwards of 50% autistic. There are confounding factors and probably complicated feedback loops when it comes to which differences in homeschooling culture are actually cultural.


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sinesalvatorem:

I just watched Mean Girls! Damn, that movie is so Problematic I love it.

Mean Girls confuses me greatly.

It seemed to me like standard pro-homeschool propaganda, though with a bittersweet ending tacked on over the usual bad ending. It’s the cautionary tales homeschoolers tell each other, converted to movie format.

A movie like that is inherently niche: it can’t have mainstream appeal because the mainstream itself is the villain.

I watched it at a party with a group of public schoolers once, and I was boggled that they liked it. A movie that hated them, that called them animals (and not in the technical sense), and yet they were enjoying it.

Is this that “you aren’t stuck in traffic, you are traffic” thing? Nobody’s bothered by anti-public-schooler sentiment because everyone thinks of themselves as not counting, that the sentiment is directed at all those other people?

(Or maybe I was supposed to pattern-match it to Relatable Stories Reminding Me of My Own Life, and enjoy it on that level? But since I never went to public school, the thing in my life it best pattern-matched to was propaganda rather than personal experience, completely changing my perception of the film?)


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#everyone’s got some friend of a friend #who switched to public school and completely fucked up their life and their personality #reply via reblog #Mean Girls #apparently I’m in an italic-y mood today #(the following category tag was added retroactively:) #homeschool


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wholmesianmisfit:

Who remembers

Motherfucking Scholastic

Scholastic Book Sales 1

Book

Scholastic Book Sales 2

Orders

Scholastic Book Sales 3

And then the magical traveling circus of scholastic would randomly show up

at the motherfucking BOOK FAIR

Scholastic Book Sales 4

 

ningcomepoop:

love

 

tessaviolet:

seriously the best ever.

 

italktosnakes:

This was actually my childhood. 

 

carolina-girl:

Wish they had these I high school

 

pinapplecuffs:

I planned very carefully so that I could manage to get my parents to say yes to letting me get something. Though, as good as the day walking through all the stuff was? Delivery day way so much better.

Do I remember these Scholastic sales? Not quite. Homeschoolers do it a little differently.

I looked forward to the Scholastic catalogues, arriving in our mailbox every month or three. Better still, though, were the warehouse sales. Twice a year (though most years we only went once), the Scholastic warehouses opened their doors to homeschoolers (also teachers and their families). As if that weren’t enough, most of the items were half price.

We drove for…I remember it as being a bit over an hour, but I also remember it as being located in Cinnaminson, and Google Maps says that’s only about 15 – 20 minutes away from my childhood home…anyway, we drove to the nearest warehouse and spent a couple of hours wandering the concrete aisles, looking at the books and occasional PC games on the warehouse shelves and some metal racks on wheels (like those shown above), spotting books to patch the holes in series we’d partially read (often out of order), buying things we’d never heard of because they looked interesting. (Every year there was always one book that turned out to be disappointing, but it was worth it to get all the ones that turned out well.)

The checkout line was almost always extremely long, but I didn’t mind, because I could read the books while I waited.


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#Scholastic #my childhood #nostalgia #(mixed with some pity) #(oh it was joyful at the time) #(but in hindsight it’s kind of sad that little-me’s access to reading material was so limited and luck-dependant relative to me now) #the more you know

kaywinnetleetam:

Mean Serenity

On Wednesdays, we wear brown.


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#Firefly #Mean Girls #crossover #I never understood why Mean Girls was so popular #(I mean sure *I* liked it) #(but I *was* a homeschooled teenager) #(why did *you* people like it?) #(what did you need a peek into the exotic alien culture of high school for?)

snorlaxatives:

the annual scholastic book fair was the only reason i didn’t drop out of elementary school

Then maybe I shouldn’t reveal that for the twice-annual* “teachers only” Scholastic book sales held at the warehouses, homeschooling parents counted as “teachers” and were allowed to bring their children. I didn’t even go to elementary school and I was still able to look forward to a Scholastic book fair every year.

(The book sale was hugely discounted and let you examine the product before buying it, which is what made it worth looking forward to months in advance. We were also allowed to buy non-discounted mail-order books from Scholastic, with a new catalog sent to us…quarterly, I think it was. New catalogs were a much lesser excitement, but I looked forward to them a little too.)

*Though we generally only went to one per year.


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#my childhood #the nearest Scholastic warehouse was ~80 minutes’ drive away in Cinnaminson #we made a day of it #it was an Event #right up there with Dorney Park’s Halloween celebrations #and Storybook Land’s open-late nights every December #every ride and tree covered in lights #our own personal holidays

urbancatfitters:

do u guys understand how creepy the pledge of allegiance is though like every day when ur a kid everybody just chants how great america is every morning it’s creepy

 

holmes-sweet-holmes:

You do that every morning???

 

jolivet:

EVERY MORNING.

 

youblowuponesun:

wait

wait

is this a real thing i thought that was just in the simpsons

 

jolivet:

no son

 

youarelookingatthis:

Wait, other countries don’t do this.

 

wholock-rab:

*whispers* Not even Russia

 

khito:

i know its the weirdest thing to move to the US partway through your schooling and everyone recites this prayer to the flag every day wtf

 

plures:

the Pledge is so fucking creepy! we were just thinking about that about an hour ago. the patriotism in this country freaks a lot of us out… ~H.

 

ophiuchusdenied:

oh, and you can get detention if you refuse to say the pledge at some schools.  or at least get scolded by your teacher, get your parents called, or be socially ostracised.  all because you refuse to swear fealty to a piece of fabric as a daily ritual.

How do they know if you refuse to say the pledge?

Being homeschooled, my first exposure to routine Pledging was when I tagged along at my little brother’s Cub Scout meetings. By which time I was nearly eleven, had read Guardians of Ga’Hoole, and therefore knew how to look like I was taking part in a group chant without actually doing so.

(Yes, that does mean not Taking a Stand, but I personally think one should not Take a Stand against brainwashing cults until after one has escaped them. And I was still slightly too young, by my parents’ standards, to stay home by myself on a regular basis. (Mom was helping out with them, so I couldn’t stay home with her.))


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kenopsia

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet—a school hallway in the evening, an unlit office on a weekend, vacant fairgrounds—an emotional afterimage that makes it seem not just empty but hyper-empty, with a total population in the negative, who are so conspicuously absent they glow like neon signs.


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#the more you know #(though as a homeschooler who often went to groups that held meetings at the elementary school when it wasn’t in session) #(in my experience the proper and natural state of a school is deserted) #(sometimes I’d arrive a little early and people wouldn’t have finished leaving yet and the halls were still busy) #(and *that* was wrong)

pxnic:

when the answers to a question on a test are in another question

Roughly once a day, I answer a question in my logic book with “See previous line.” I don’t know why they even bother with those questions.


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i-sauntered-vaguely-downwards:

gzer0x:

i-sauntered-vaguely-downwards:

gzer0x:

i-sauntered-vaguely-downwards:

gzer0x:

My best (that I feel good about) clothes for tumblr prom :S hi

YOU’RE SO DAMN CUTE OMFG!

– Leon

Hi! You look very nice. I want to hug you.

– Milo

HOLY FUCK! You got some fucking amazing hair. You kinda remind me of Snake dude. Except he don’t have glasses, and he’s missing an eye and his skin is darker and dirty and… fuck it. Your HAIR! reminds me of Snake hair. Which is a good thing. I fucking like you hair. How tall are you. Are you like a fucking giant? There’s too many fucking giants in my life I swear I need fucking stilts to talk to people. Well not when I’m wearing Leon’s body I guess. Leon ain’t that short. I’m gonna start carrying a crate around and I will stand on it whenever I got to talk to people and then I will be TALLER! and I will laugh at everyone and their shortness. Except Snake. Dude would like cut my feet off in my sleep or just steal my crate. Then I’d be condemned to being short again. Fuck. I will find a fucking crate I will.

You got awesome hair dust fucker so there.

– Poysin

(well look at that you got three messages… or two messages and a ramble. Sorry about that. I love you dude. GO TUMBLR PROM!)

lol thanks guys :P and i’m between 5’11’ and 6’1” (my hight changes based on my posture or weight haha)

thanks for the compliments :P

ya know if ya wanna see more, poysin, i have a link to all my pics on my page XD

*hugs for milo!* no need to ask for you!

*hugs for all?*

aghdsgjsbdfkmk thank you :3

Fucking giant. I hate being short. You’re not as tall as Snake but you are still way too fucking tall. I could fucking climb you like a tree (was that dirty, I feel like that was dirty but I’m not good at picking up on this shit – Leon It was’t supposed to be! – Poysin) Giant. You’re a giant. This is why I need a crate, to be taller than guys like you and laugh from my lofty position while you are finally short. Fucker. But you have cool as fuck hair. It’s amazing. I wanna play with you hair all the time. Come here right now!

– Poysin

*hugs*I love hugs. Even hugs over the internet.

– Milo

*EPIC HUGS OF EPIC FOREVER!* You’re cute dude why are you so cute!?

– Leon

I will squeeze the life outa you dust fucker. I will squeeze you into shortness with my hug.

– Poysin

(just as a note, this is totally Poysin being affectionate/kind/nice I swear. – Leon)

god, i love you lot :) and it could be ‘dirty’ if ya want, poysin ;P

COME OVER HERE THEN!!!!! :( its warmer here too and more fun..

*hugs!!*

oh and poysin, challenge accepted :P

how am i cute tho?? D:

Ha! I like you dude. I take that back. It was intentional. It wasn’t really but you pretend, k dust fucker. And I will so win this challenge. I may me a small little fucker and I may be in a body with boobs and no actual strength (fuck you – Leon) and only a little extra height but I will squeeze you into shortness. I know how to do that kinda shit. You don’t mess with me dust fucker ‘cause I will win.

I like you dude. You’re fucking awesome. And you have a great smile. We should get a bike (translation – motorcycle… which by the way you need a license for that shit asshole and I don’t have one of those – Leon) and like fucking rip through the dessert. I bet your hair would just woosh. There are deserts here. Not where Leon is but here like, somewhere on earth. I wanna fucking see them. Leon showed me pictures. Shit GROWS! out there. Fucking weird as hell. Growing shit in all that sand and dirt. Nothing grows in our deserts dude. Nothing.

I should come to you. Shit’s cold over here. I hate the fucking cold.

– Poysin

YOU’RE EXISTENCE IS THE EPITOME OF ADORABLE! Just fucking everything about you. The fact that you’re attending a prom style event in a hoodie (it looks like a hoodie) adds to this fact (that’s so what I would do). Plus you make Milo smile all the time. AND YOU HAVE FACIAL HAIR! (so jealous, so very, very jealous).

– Leon

I might wear a tie to a prom style event. Ties are nice. I can’t tie one though. Hm. I second Leon’s sentiment though. You’re also very huggable, which is also cute.

– Milo

There’s a homeschool prom here next spring. Underwater themed. I wanted to go in a stingray costume, but then I found out it’s being run by a bunch of fundies with hyper-strict dress codes. It’s possible I could cobble together a manta that fits the code (“you didn’t say I couldn’t have a tail”), but they also have mandatory dancing (and I don’t think birdie hop* counts). Shame. I was just warming up to the idea of a prom, and they go and ruin it.

*You jump up and down flapping your arms. Great fun, if you don’t mind everyone else looking at you like you’ve grown a third leg.