some hick who smokes like 87 joints a day and tailgates you then passes you in a do not pass zone going 65 mph in a 30 mph zone in his muddy jeep with no doors whose already balding at 23: well maybe immigrants shouldn’t have broken the law
Conservatives: I hate Muslim people. Look at what that Muslim person did at that Orlando LGBT bar.
LGBT people: So, does that mean you care about LGBT people?
Conservatives: No! Gay people are pedophiles, and transgender women are just men who want to invade women’s restrooms and harass women! WE NEED TO PROTECT WOMEN!
Women: So, does that mean you care about women?
Conservatives: Shut up, feminazi! Women in the United States are not oppressed! If you want to talk about women’s oppression, you should be focusing on how women in other countries are treated!
Refugees: So, does that mean you care about people from other countries?
Conservatives: Stay out of our country! Why should we care about refugees when we have people here who need help?
Homeless People: So, does that mean you care about people who need help?
Conservatives: No! Get a job, freeloader!
this is accurate
That’s what conservatives sound like. To a fucking letter.
The scene in Night at the Museum where Jedediah and Octavius are letting the air out of the tire and they’re screaming and it’s really intense and then it clips to a view of the truck and it’s silent and it does that 3-4 times and each time some of their men fly away is the greatest scene in cinematic history and nobody can argue me on that.
When I was a child, from the time I was about four and could understand things, my mom told me and my brother that we should have a secret word. That way, if we were ever in trouble or felt unsafe and we didn’t want the people around us to know we needed her to come get us, we could let her know. So she let us pick the word and my brother and I chose the phrase “peanut butter cups.” (I’m happy to share the phrase now since both my brother and I are adults now).
I used the phrase twice in my life. Once, I was at a friends house when I eight years old. Her dad got really drunk and was throwing things against the wall. I was really scared and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself on the phone when I called my mom to come get me because I didn’t know if he would get more violent if I asked her to come get me. So I called her and was calm and after a couple minutes I asked “Hey mommy, did you get me those peanut butter cups from the store?” And she said “I’ll be right there.” And she came and got me within minutes.
Second, I was a teenager spending the night at a friends house. Her brother and dad were drinking and they started talking about things that made me uncomfortable – ie: what they liked to do to women. My friend didn’t seem perturbed and said that was normal for them and that I shouldn’t worry. But I was worried because they were really drunk and I was 15 and the only ‘woman’ around that wasn’t related to them. I went in my friends room, told her I needed to call my mom and say goodnight. Before I hung up with her I asked “Next time we go to the store, can we get some peanut butters cups? I’ve been craving them.” And she came and got me, just like that.
Two incidents, one as a young child, one years later as a teen. Don’t discredit this stuff, it fucking works. My brother used it a few times too. Let your child pick the word and no never, ever, ever, ever get mad at them for using it no matter what it is.
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This is so so important
Also the body secrets thing is gold because kids should be allowed to keep kiddy secrets, like about hideouts and friendships and diary stuff. If you teach your kid that specifically body secrets shouldnt be kept it will make it a lot easier not to infringe on their privacy. Cus believe it or not telling your kid they have to tell you everything and if they keep something from you they’ll get in trouble is not healthy for their development
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