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Someone want to explain this to me? I'm honestly at a total loss how these two dubious statements correlate and why they're stapled together in a cutsey gif sort of thing.
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Someone want to explain this to me? I'm honestly at a total loss how these two dubious statements correlate and why they're stapled together in a cutsey gif sort of thing.
Someone want to explain this to me? I'm honestly at a total loss how these two dubious statements correlate and why they're stapled together in a cutsey gif sort of thing.
Hah, if I had a coin for every communist revolution that DIDN'T turn into a violent dictatorship.....
I'd have zero genders. Checkmate, Leah.
The best part is that most grown adults hate this shit.I think thats something SJW's do. They make cutesy memes with tankie slogans because its what spreads around their milieu. I've noticed that all these people seem to have a perverse attachment to ugly, twee shit, assumedly because they're all overgrown toddlers, or at least because they like to affect the mannerisms of shrieking children.
No peaceful revolution eh? She has never heard of the velvet revolution in Czechoslovakia I bet. Oh wait it was against a communist dictatorship.
I dunno, there was that appearance by Hasselhoff...The reunion of Germany was relatively painless.
The best part is that most grown adults hate this shit.
I dunno, there was that appearance by Hasselhoff...
Fuck I think some teenagers hate that shitI don't think theres a single person with an ounce of maturity and self-awareness that doesn't hate this shit.
because fat chicks with dangerhair and Womens Studies degrees aren't exactly raking in the Benjamins.
I swear, if you wanted to round up all the Tumblr dangerhairs in a given area, the way to do it would be to open a daycare-themed cafe, with cutesy shit everywhere, a dress-up box (with extra tiaras), videos from their childhoods playing, games, crafts, places to lie down and take a nap, a "Hugbox" for those having a meltdown, an all-you-can-eat dessert/cookie/macaron/ice cream buffet, and pink blender drinks. Give out lots of cute, worthless trinkets as participation trophies.
Make it as revoltingly sugary-pastel-kawaii-infantile as you can, while imposing hard rules that there is to be no body-shaming and that pronoun choices are to be respected, and they'll flock right to that shit.
It'd have to be at least partially subsidized, because fat chicks with dangerhair and Womens Studies degrees aren't exactly raking in the Benjamins. But when the time comes, you can just back the truck up to the loading dock and herd them all right in.
I swear, if you wanted to round up all the Tumblr dangerhairs in a given area, the way to do it would be to open a daycare-themed cafe, with cutesy shit everywhere, a dress-up box (with extra tiaras), videos from their childhoods playing, games, crafts, places to lie down and take a nap, a "Hugbox" for those having a meltdown, an all-you-can-eat dessert/cookie/macaron/ice cream buffet, and pink blender drinks. Give out lots of cute, worthless trinkets as participation trophies.
Make it as revoltingly sugary-pastel-kawaii-infantile as you can, while imposing hard rules that there is to be no body-shaming and that pronoun choices are to be respected, and they'll flock right to that shit.
It'd have to be at least partially subsidized, because fat chicks with dangerhair and Womens Studies degrees aren't exactly raking in the Benjamins. But when the time comes, you can just back the truck up to the loading dock and herd them all right in.
They do, actually. They're just lethal injection chambersRevolutions don't have chill-out rooms.
You basically just described every 'DIY Arts Space' in existence. I've been to one or two and it's like being at an adult daycare centre. One of them I went to had a 'chill-out room' with coloured paper and crayons and cuddly toys in case someone got anxious or overwhelmed. As an aside, there was not a black or brown person in sight.
I find it very hard to believe that these people are going to have the mental strength and nerve to be part of a revolution, events that are usually incredibly violent and uncomfortable experiences for everyone involved. Revolutions don't have chill-out rooms.
Oh, for fuck's sake. I've heard of places like that, but never paid enough attention to them to even know this. I am thoroughly repulsed.
This is why I laugh at the Tumblr crowd. They're kids who got comforted every time they got upset, and validated for even the most trivial things--but they never learned to self-soothe, never learned to deal with disappointment or failure in a constructive way, were taught to expect rewards just for showing up, and were aggressively sheltered from the ugly truth: that life's not fucking fair.
That's not even the worst of it. They also had badges at the door that you could choose to wear if you felt like it, each one a different colour that represented your willingness to talk to others.
That's not even the worst of it. They also had badges at the door that you could choose to wear if you felt like it, each one a different colour that represented your willingness to talk to others. I'll try and explain:
The code went something like this:
Blue meant 'I'm open to chat! Please feel free to say Hi!'
Yellow was 'Please only talk to me if I initiate the conversation first'
Red was straight up 'I don't feel comfortable talking'.
I honestly found the whole place creepy as fuck. While there were a few alright people there (usually non-regulars just visiting to see a band they like for example), most of them you either got an overgrown toddler (fat people in dungarees) or sex offender vibe from.