Too Many Lacking Things

Every so often some of the trans* people I follow will talk asking the world why it’s so difficult for cis people to understand their situation.

To be honest, I think it stems from a lack of familiarity with the topic. It’s rare to find someone who was raised with knowledge of gender minorities and people don’t know how to react to it. So they try to fit people into their pre-established “normal” situations to try to understand it.

When I first started becoming educated on the topic I quickly adopted the following motto:

“Shut the fuck up until you’re certain you know what to say.”

As time went on I realized that although this is a good place to start in terms of familiarizing yourself to what’s going on while making an effort not to offend anyone, it causes a few problems in the end. Thinking too much about something will usually cause a slip up.

Eventually I kind-of figured it out, and my motto about it has changed:

“Let them tell me who they are.”

This applies to every situation when meeting any person, but that’s beside the point.

In the end I’ll say that I get why, but it doesn’t excuse them for not learning that people are what they are and nothing you say will make them liars.

End of asinine rant about things I should probably know more about before posting.

Anonymous asked: What if a woman goes over to someone’s house alone and she knows that person is rapist and she might be raped?

magick4rp:

Still not her fault.

Are people seriously trying to find ways to make it the victim’s fault? What the fuck is wrong with these people?!

(Source: snorl4x)

If I wanted relationship problems I’d get married. Why can’t I find a girlfriend?

I would like to express my contempt for my household dryer.

I am currently on my way to work, and I’m taking the time to type this out on my phone out of anger.

For some inexplicable reason the dryer in my house does not fucking dry my clothes. I had a massive load of laundry to do and limited time to do it because I work today. Everything was going to plan; the clothes were washed, I had put them into the dryer on the high heat setting for an hour, and I had showered. Ready to go put on my clothes and head out, I went to the dryer and opened the door. My clothes were exactly the same. No drier than they had been when they were taken out of the washing machine. Frustrated, I put them back in for another half hour as I sat in a towel hoping they’d dry . Once again my pursuit was fruitless. I was late for worn and all my clothes were soaked. So I ended up taking my wet work shirt out and putting it on over some old clothes I don’t wear anymore: some pants that are too tight and a shirt that’s too big. The wetness has now started to lessen, only because I had to walk to the streetcar and have it freeze on my body. So now I’m on the way work and I can only hope no one annoying comes in. I’d rather not be arrested and fired for aggravated assault.

Seriously though, fuck that dryer.

Simple reason why “the friendzone” is ridiculous.

theashkaari:

People say “I was put in the friendzone”, which puts the blame on the person without the feelings, because they somehow “put” the person there.

It’s not someone’s fault because they just want to be friends.

It’s also not someone’s fault for liking someone.

It sucks for everyone, let them complain.

(Source: jerrymuffinbutt, via chlochloariadne)

Ugh.

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A post about tumblr charities.

I just saw the ∞th post about how people will donate x money for every like/reblog to person y for reason z.

Some of the stories are really heartfelt, and although most of the time it can’t be certain whether or not they’re real it’s still a nice idea.

My main problem is this:

If you have the money to donate and help the person why are you wasting time trying to get notes on a tumblr post?

Just save the kid’s life or pay for the dog’s operation or give relief to unspecifiedistan by yourself.

Why do you need our notes?

A Rant About “White People Problems.”

I always get bugged when I see the “white people problems” meme or someone just complaining about something and either tagging it themselves or other people say “lol white people problems.” Here are the reasons why:

• It’s saying their problems are insignificant (something I’ve ranted about before). This neither helps their problem nor changes their outlook on the problem.
• It’s kinda racist. I know a lot of people think that because someone’s white they can’t complain about being discriminated against. I know white people have a more privileged history, but it’s still racist.
• It lumps in inane complaints with real problems. Yes, the “white people problems” jokes do include some stupid complaints (ie: Louis C.K.’s joke about choosing a language on an ATM), but some of those jokes are actual problems that don’t deserve to be belittled.

In conclusion: stop being silly.

A post about memes.

I don’t really understand a lot of meme humour nowadays. The meme’s themselves aren’t really that funny, but for some reason if someone mentions or uses one in a conversation it’s expected to be funny. I like referential humour, but only when it’s used in the right way. Applying something from an outside source to a situation to make it funnier makes sense, but a lot of meme humour is simply a kind of funny situation with some tag line at the end of it saying “remember this?” It doesn’t contribute anything to the situation at all, it’s just there, and yet people think it’s comedy gold. I don’t get it.

I’m seeing a lot of posts about the stresses of Xmas shopping.

I’m just sitting here like.

Bitch I have no money fuck you guys and your stress.

I suggest a segregation of shuffle types.

wannagotospace:

Ok so Party Rock Anthem has to be my most hated song of the year, despite how catchy it is. Not because of the song itself, but because they presume to know how to shuffle. I know a hell of a lot of other shufflers who hate them too.

So let’s split them up from the rest, give them a whole new genre.

• Electro Shuffling
• Hardstyle Shuffling
• Melbourne Shuffling
• Party Rock Shuffling

Alright, where do I fit in here?

Or him?

Or these people ?

Everyone shuffles differently. It’s all Melbourne Shuffle.

That’s the dance’s name.

That’s what it is.

No more of your silliness.

I tire of it.

(Source: dragonborntobewild)