fuck all philosophy except for whatever the hell Diogenes was trying to teach
direct action
Diogenes of Sinope was on some real shit i tell you what.
-He lived in a tub in the market place cause fuck houses. There he would regularly masturbate in public and didn’t give two shits.
-He would walk around with a lantern during the day and tell people he was looking for an honest man.
-Alexander the Great was a big fan of Diogenes. He asked Diogenes if he could do any favor, and Diogenes told him that he was standing in his light and to move. Alexander was impressed but the balls of this guy, and then said ‘
But truly, if I were not Alexander, I would be Diogenes”. Diogenes replied, “If I were not Diogenes, I should also wish to be Diogenes.
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-He would Pee on people who insulted him.
-When Plato defined a man as a ‘featherless biped’, Diogenes plucked a chicken and brought it to him, declaring ‘BEHOLD! PLATOS MAN!’
-The face spitting came from an instance where a man invited Diogenes to his splendid manor, and told him not to spit anywhere. So Diogenes spit in his face.
-For a while his only possession was a bowl. When he saw a child drinking water with his hands, he threw away the bowl because why bother with it when he can just use his hands?
-One theory of how he died is that he just got tired of living, held his breath, and then died. He specified in his will he wanted his body thrown out of the city so wild animals can eat it.
Seriously people should read up on this guy. He was next level shit.
a blonde guy with a magic hammer goes after his colleague, a big dude with giant fists and an anger management problem, teams up with a fierce female fighter with a tragic past, all while trying to navigate a strange, colorful world forever locked in a sensationalized competition and run by an old man with a flamboyant demeanor. along the way, he runs into a disgraced royal heir with a penchant for green and mischief
Maybe I’m biased because I make my own clothes, but skirts are better than trousers because you can put bigger pockets in skirts. With trousers, you’re limited to the size of your leg but with skirts you can just fill it up and people will just assume you’re wearing a petticoat until they hear the crunch of the Dorito bags.
Just once I’d like the see an historical heroine be asked if it bothers her that she has to wear skirts and have say, “Not really. I couldn’t fit this in a waistcoat.” and just pull out a loaf of bread or something and start eating it right in front of the baffled male lead.
It would work great in the 1700s with those removable pockets, you could fit a couple of Italian loaves in there.
POCKETS ALL
Why were these taken from us
Short answer: sexist politics.
Long answer:
One way to look at the transfiguration of women’s tied-on, capacious pockets of the mid-eighteenth century into the early nineteenth century’s tiny, hand-held reticule is to consider that this transformation occurred as the French Revolution, a time that violently challenged established notions of property, privacy, and propriety. Women’s pockets were private spaces they carried into the public with increasing freedom, and during a revolutionary time, this freedom was very, very frightening. The less women could carry, the less freedom they had. Take away pockets happily hidden under garments, and you limit women’s ability to navigate public spaces, to carry seditious (or merely amorous) writing, or to travel unaccompanied.
The whole article is FASCINATING–and it points out that pockets have been an aspect of feminism from the beginning.
Is that a fucking bear??? I never really believed bears could run fast. Jesus Christmas.
Holy shit, its like terminator bear
Fun fact, a sprinting bear can run as fast as a galloping horse. Now if they replaced all the horses in the Kentucky Derby with bears, things would get a lot more interesting.
what a great idea 😒 exploit bears to abuse and bet money on 😒 wonderful 😒 so fucking funny
OH SWEET JESUS I WAS SO DUMB AND BLIND THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING—
This is like the most obvious shit I feel like I’ve just ascended or something. How the fuck did nobody realise any of this?… HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS I AM DONE
eucalyptus trees are full of flammable oil that causes the trees to explode during forest fires, killing other trees and spreading its seeds to grow in their place. koalas survive solely because nothing else in their environment Wants To Eat The Fucking Bombs
i got to witness my grandma talking about me being a lesbian and having a not-male partner this weekend, completely normally, not stuttering at all or even missing a beat or saying anything insensitive or acting willfully confused or ignorant
also, she had absolutely no hangups on using my partner’s pronouns correctly (they/them)
my grandma is 80+
never let anyone convince you that its impossible to unlearn something they were previously ignorant about
my grandma sat quietly and attentively while i explained my sexuality to her and had zero problems adjusting to talking about my gf and i the right way
i am incredibly blessed and lucky but also… no one has any fucking excuse to not try and understand who their loved ones truly are. if my 80 yr old grandma can go from confused and worried to loving and understanding after a 10 min conversation, anyone can
In New Zealand, there is a man legally known as ‘The Wizard’ who is an educator, comedian, magician and politician. Some of his political ideas include:
Abolishing old-fashioned gender roles
Travelling to find the “center of the universe”
Replacing God and the Church with Wizardry and the World Wide Web
“Wizard, The”
This is The Wizard, reblog in 35 seconds to reveal the secrets of the center of the universe and abolish old fashioned gender roles.
The Wizard of New Zealand is not just legally named “The Wizard” so he can appear on his driver’s licence that way. He is actually, literally, officially, the Wizard of New Zealand and was appointed to that role by Prime Minister Mike Moore in 1990.
The Chaos Bitches 