people who market tumblr as a “fandom website” are missing the fact that the fandom tags are essentially unusable because you cannot venture into them without seeing a take so bad you want to throw up
it obviously makes sense, but one of my friend’s kids is going into swim class, and all the parents got an email today going, “when little ones are scared, they cling on to instructors. PLEASE trim their nails.”
i don’t know why that’s so funny to me, but just. the idea of this poor, scratched swim instructor having to make sure to email before each class as a reminder to please declaw the children SENT me.
When I taught swim lessons I remember trying to delicately ask parents not to cover their child in shea/coconut/olive oil before lessons.
“I understand your skincare regimen and wanting to protect their tender baby flesh from the pool chemicals, but COULD YOU NOT OIL YOUR CHILD LIKE A GREASED PIG before tossing them in the POOL? Thanks EVER so much!”
Whenever I see anything like this my first thought is that @thebibliosphere will know what these words mean.
Unfortunately, you would be correct.
“Vampire facials”, which many people think is needling but is actually far, far worse, refers to platelet-rich plasma facials, in which blood is taken from a patient, processed in a centrifuge to extract the plasma and then re-injected it into the face. It’s supposed to make the skin “heal” itself because of platelets or some shit, giving you a more youthful look. Kim K helped make it popular after it was on her show but I know she also supposedly regrets it.
It’s uh, controversial to say the least. And not just because it sounds like painful bullshit but because lack of regulation for this sort of thing has lead to a couple of cases of HIV transmission happening.
The penis version is that they’re doing the exact same thing, taking plasma from themselves or a donor and injecting it into the penile tissue, supposedly to treat erectile dysfunction, but a lot of the men doing this are doing it just to get a girthier look.
And if you think I hate knowing all this, you’d be right.
Just found out my facebook birding group is public because my cousin (a lawyer who is not into birds) casually said to me “saw you couldn’t identify a willet the other day… pretty embarrassing”
Happened to glance over at my coworker and her phone was at just the right angle and she is ON TUMBLR. what if we have reblogged each other and don’t know it.
there is a demon in your house named CARBON MONOXIDE. he enchants your mind with confusion and your body with exhaustion. you need to call a powerful exorcist named HVAC TECHNICIAN
i go to a gay bar and notice the furry convention’s in town. i see a fine lookin bear remove his fursuit, revealing that underneath, he’s also a fine lookin bear. I raise my eyebrows and say “woof” and all the cat furries immediately hiss and scatter
So incredibly confused by the phenomenon I’ve seen on here of people referring to differing philosophies towards Death—whether they’re about acceptance or rejection of death—as being “Cope”. Huh??? Literally every single philosophy ever that has dealt with death has been cope though. Every philosophy on death can be (ungenerously) framed as coping because it basically is. Reject death? You’re scared of reality, cope. Accept death? You’re trying to put a happy face on an unhappy inevitability, cope. Heaven and hell? Pretending you’re not actually dying, cope. Reincarnation and samsara? You’re just moving the goalposts for what counts as death, cope. Like, what are we doing as a living species, as living individuals, if not coping with the concept of death and dying in our own way. What a funny and online-poisoned way of thinking about a fundamental philosophical subject.
The oldest idea on earth is that of grappling with being mortal. The second oldest idea is depicting your position on death as the chad and anyone else’s as the crying angry wojak.
“Look at this fool. They tremble at the reality of death. Not me though. My knowledge of death and its mysteries is clearheaded and true. Lmao. Lol. Cope!”
-the first caveman ever on earth looking at the second caveman, in line at the Rock Store, 300 years ago
