Rubeus Remus Potter. You were named after the only two people at Hogwarts who seemed to give shit about me, because come on who else would I name you after? A verbally abusive dickbag who was in love with my mum and gave me shit all my life and someone who convinced a bunch of children that they needed to be soldiers? What kind of awful aspirations would that make you end up having? Come on son I’m not an idiot…
#bless this post
Anonymous asked: You're post regarding the existence of biological sex... perturbed me, to say the least, given the fact that you only cited intersex people as proof of this. I did some quick research on the subject and I learned that those fitting under the label intersex (not xx or xy, klinefelters, ambiguous genitalia, etc) and I found that such individuals make up around 1%-2% of the human population. As a result I must ask, and please understand this is an honest question, have you ever heard of an outliar?
Yes, I have heard of an outlier. I was fortunate enough to receive a high school education in mathematics, which got me fairly well-acquainted with the concept of outliers, multiplication, basic fractions, and Pythagoras’ bloody Theorem, among other things.
Now, please allow me to ask you a question:
Do you realise what you have just said?
It’s not a trick question, by the way. I am legitimately, apprehensively curious as to whether or not you realise exactly what it is you are suggesting to me.
Did you know there are approximately seven billion people alive in this world right now? Approximately 7,255,000,000, and counting, in fact.
And since you’re interested in maths, do you know what 1% of that number is?
But that was an easy one. Do you know what 2% of that number is?
Of course you do. It’s 145,100,000.
And do you realise what you have just said?
Would you like to know some other interesting statistics? I’m sure you would have answered yes, because you are a curious mind. Let’s talk about countries.
Did you know that Japan, Vietnam, Seychelles, Greenland, Germany, Australia, Palestine, Mexico, the United Kingdom, the Czech Republic, Switzerland, Afghanistan, South Korea, and France each have populations under 145,100,000 as of the most recent records.
Entire countries with fewer than 145,100,000 inhabitants.
Did you know that, in fact, only nine countries have over 145,100,000 inhabitants? In order, those countries are China, India, the United States, Indonesia, Brazil, Pakistan, Nigeria, Bangladesh, and Russia.
And so I will ask one more time, for emphasis:
Do you realise what you have just said to me?
I’m sure you know - being so well-versed in mathematics as you are - what happens to outliers. If nothing else, our dear friend Spiders Georg should have shown you what usually happens to outliers.
They do not get counted. They get ignored. They get deleted.
What you have just said to me is this:
Approximately 145,100,000 people do not count to you. You do not respect them. You do not acknowledge them. You do not care about them. You see them as numbers. You see them as things, not people. You see them as less than yourself.
I find that suggestion disturbing and repulsive in ways I can scarcely put into words, and frankly, I feel that same repulsion about you by association. What you have said to me is nothing short of disgusting and inhuman. I am so disappointed in you.
However, you are quite right about me only citing a specifically intersex-oriented website. To be honest, that was because it was an easily accessible, informative read for people on the topic of physiological variation, to prove my point on there variation in the first place, and my thinking was that if people were curious and wanted to learn more about the fantastic spectrum of human existence, they were clever enough to, say, research it for themselves. To use the Google, as the kids these days call it. Perhaps that was a mistake on my part. Perhaps I shouldn’t have assumed that level of independent learning ability.
Seeing that you mentioned it, I assume you have looked into Klinefelter syndrome and ‘ambiguous genitalia’, and I therefore have absolutely no idea why you’re “perturbed” about this.
The purpose of that post I made was to show that sexual morphology is not as simple as ‘male’ or ‘female’, and neither is it as simple as ‘penis’ or ‘vagina’. Gender is a spectrum, and so is sexual morphology.
This may or may not come as a surprise to you, depending on whether or not you’ve actually seen other people’s junk, but almost no-one has the same junk as someone else. There is no factory where the Perfect Standard Junk gets made; there is no perfect standard junk. Even for people who are not considered ‘ambiguous’ or intersex, there is a lot of physical variation in every way you can think of, pretty much.
And it’s all okay. That’s the point of this.
People should never be shamed for their bodies. They should not be excluded or discriminated against or harmed or in any way made to feel lesser because their body is a bit different from yours. Like, for goodness’ sake. You shouldn’t need for someone to tell you that.
And yet, here you are, telling me that 145,100,000 people are outliers.
Well, you know what? As far as I’m concerned, that’s 145,100,000 reasons to care about this.
So it’s time to change your tune or go far, far, far away, you unbelievable wally. It’s your choice now.
Or, y’know, that thing called “Passover.”
Or the whole thing with Noah’s Ark where he killed off everything in the world except Noah and his family, and two of every animal. Y’know, no big deal. Just millions of people.
90% of the Old Testament is about God killing people in temper tantrums
Are we not going to mention Jesus?
Oh my god.
A small volcanic eruption has started near Bardarbunga volcano. More to follow.
i drew a bunch of elves of color!!
This post reminds me of something that happened a few years back.
I once served as art director for a project where the illustration spec called for characters of a variety of races (in the real-world sense, not the Dungeons & Dragons sense - though the latter was involved as well).
We had one particular artist, tasked with drawing a series of elves, who didn’t quite seem to get what that meant. Their output was basically “white elf”, “another white elf”, “white elf with a tan”, “white elf looking a bit pale”, “yet another white elf”, etc.
When this was pointed out, they were like “oh, yeah, now I get it - I’ll totally fix that with my next piece”.
They proceeded to turn in a picture of a blue elf.
In the end, we had to provide specific quotas for specific levels of racial representation in order to get the point across. It all worked out in the end, but it’s stuck with me ever since that this artist examined the original spec, looked at our feedback, and came to the conclusion a blue elf was more plausible than a black one.
In conclusion: this is awesome.
Read that last paragraph as many times as you need to.
These are gorgeous!
There are few things more glorious than a friend’s sketchbook.
if u are scared or worried or stressed please just remember that even if you mess up super badly, doggies on the street will still tug on their owners when u walk by because they wanna say hello to u so badly
nature’s worst OCs
junji ito fox
Reblogging also because god bless Junji Ito fox
so here’s a fun story about this movie. guess who loves this movie? me! i do! i love this movie. i love this movie so much that when i was in the 7th grade and i saw “first wives club 2” on pay per view i was like: HELL YEAH!! FIRST WIVES CLUB TWO!! NO ONE TOLD ME THERE WAS A SEQUEL!!!
here’s the synopsis for first wives club 2:
disgruntled first wives take their ex-husbands’ new lovers under their wing.
sounds great, right? awesome viewing material for a precocious 11-year-old.
so i buy this movie, and like, three minutes into it i’m starting to feel suspicious?? like it’s really low quality and my girls are nowhere in sight?? how come none of the first wives are the same?? how come they’re alone in a bedroom with mood lighting?? why is she taking off her shirt?? why are they both taking off their shirts?? WHY ARE THEY—
here’s what i did not know about first wives club 2:
- it is a lesbian porno of no relation to the beloved 1996 classic.
so of course i, horrified that i’ve accidentally bought porn on my family’s account (and in that state of panic that kids work themselves into whenever anything regarding sex is mentioned), quickly shut off the TV and go upstairs and watch an episode of veggie tales to like, cleanse my soul and apologize to jesus, and that’s that.
EXCEPT, OF COURSE:
- you have to pay for pay per view.
so the end of the month comes and i have completely put this incident out of my mind, haha, i accidentally bought porn, how funny, TELL NO ONE. right? and i’m sitting at a nice dinner with my mother, my stepfather, and my very religious aunt deb, and we’re just talking about farm things, whatever, when suddenly my mother puts her fork down and says, “okay, there’s something we need to discuss. as a family.”
- AS A FAMILY.
and i’m like, running through a list of people i know who could conceivably be dead, and fantasizing about my mother announcing that she’s going to buy me My Own Computer Just Because U Earned It Kiddo, and she pulls out a piece of paper that says DIRECTV across the top. and i’m like: OH NO.
"i received the tv bill today," my mother said, and i was like, shoveling potatoes into my mouth as fast as i could because i knew that when i went to PORN PRISON they weren’t going to feed me this kind of quality starch. "does anybody want to tell me who purchased the pornography?"
as a reminder, a quick table survey:
- my mother, surprised and disappointed by the porn bill (innocent)
- my stepfather, a grumbly old cowboy who just wants to sing along to kenny chesney and watch the hunt for red october (innocent)
- my aunt deb, a super religious catholic whose best friend is a nun named Sister Placid (innocent)
- me, the 11-year-old with a mouthful of potatoes who definitely purchased the lesbian pornography
my mother said, “i’m not going to ask again.”
my aunt looked at my stepdad. my stepdad looked at my aunt. NOBODY LOOKED AT ME, THE 11-YEAR-OLD WITH A MOUTHFUL OF POTATOES WHO DEFINITELY PURCHASED THE LESBIAN PORNOGRAPHY.
my mother shook her head and put the bill down. “this was incredibly inappropriate,” she said. “skip, deb, whoever. buy that shit on your own time. i’m not paying for it. what if molly had seen it?”
- WHAT IF MOLLY HAD SEEN IT?
"don’t expose my kid to that crap."
- MY KID
- TO THAT CRAP
"if you want to watch porn, fine, but do it in private and don’t expect me to pay for it. i can’t believe one of you did that in the living room."
- I CAN’T BELIEVE ONE OF YOU DID THAT
- IN THE LIVING ROOM
but molly, why didn’t you own up to it and explain that it was an accident?
- are you fucking kidding
- i did not want to go to porn prison
the fun conclusion to this story is that i never owned up to it, which means that there are 3 people in the world who have not solved the mystery of the lesbian porn. a quick survey:
- my mother, who lives every day wondering whose porn she paid for
- my stepfather, who probably wishes he knew less about his wife’s sister’s porn preferences
- my aunt, who probably wishes she knew less about her sister’s husband’s porn preferences
but molly, why don’t you own up to it now, with the safety of time and distance and the knowledge that porn prison isn’t real?
- are you fucking kidding
- this is the best thing i’ve ever done
what an amazing story