To those of you that are or will be parents or guardians:
If the child you are responsible for has health problems, behavioral problems, allergies, if they are neuroatypical, if there are certain things that they can’t stand for any reason…
TELL YOUR CHILDCARE PROVIDERS.
FUCKING TELL THEM.
And not in a vague way. In a way that will actually help us to, I don’t know, NOT FUCK WITH YOUR CHILD.
Because child care providers don’t like to fuck with children. We want them to be happy, safe, and healthy.
As an example: I’ve had two students who were epileptic. One I knew about from day one, and the parents say down with all of her teachers and gave us a general first aid debriefing and what to do/who to call if a seizure occurred, a description of her aura (the sensations she’d get before a seizure) and what generally triggered it, and the assurance that if they suspected from her behavior that she was going to have one that day, she’d be kept home for her safety.
The other kid I had no idea was epileptic until months after he first started attending class (he had been diagnosed years ago, it turned out). The parents said nothing about any possible triggers or signs of an oncoming seizure, but assured us that he didn’t have to do homework because of it (his parents backed him up on this). At 6th grade he was functionally illiterate, and we knew NOTHING about it ahead of time.
I’ve got a student with Down’s syndrome who is perfectly adjusted in my class because his parents were right on top of communication from before day 1 and I already knew what his boundaries and needs were. I’ve also lost neuroatypical students because their first day sucked, because I had no idea what accommodations they needed until well into the lesson and certain textures or materials freaked them out.
I’ve had a parent give me a vital lesson on epipen use (with an orange she provided) because her daughter was allergic to peanuts and she was aware that we can’t control everything that comes into the classroom (you can tell parents not to pack PB&J sandwiches, but it doesn’t mean they’ll listen…). I’ve also had far too many casual mentions of deadly allergies from kids, then later verified them with unhelpful parents. (“So, uh, is your son allergic to cashews? He mentioned something about it…” “Oh, yeah. He’s really sensitive to them. He was in the hospital last month because of it.” “So… uh… that’s not in our info on him… what should we do on the off chance he’s exposed?” “Uh… call us, I guess. Maybe give him Benadryl?”
My dad just came into my room and shouted at me in Klingon.
Am I more embarrassed that he did that or that I know he said I was a disappointment to the empire?
You should be most embarrassed that you’re a disappointment to the empire.
Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.
"It’s not dead. It’s resting."
That is an ex-parrot.
He has ceased to be.
It’s pining for the fjords!
HE’S GONE TO MEET HIS MAKER
when will my time come to go an idyllic boarding school and have shenanigans with smartass troublemakers
An exciting find- I’ve never seen a mole cricket alive before! It is amazing, they are a perfect example of convergent evolution- they look exactly like insect versions of moles. And they live their lives very similarly!
More amazing creatures from Tiputini, Ecuador.
i’ve been thinking about all those posts about “we need female heroes who do girly things”/”why is the female hero always such a tomboy” and then the response posts that are like “uhhh actually we don’t really have any really masculine female heroes either” so i was trying to figure it out—what do we have, exactly?
and really what we get is women who eschew “girly” things while still managing to look like society’s ideal woman. they would never touch eyeliner (they’re too busy with Important Things), but their eyeliner is immaculate. they have a huge, varied wardrobe, but wouldn’t be caught dead actually shopping for clothes. and it reminds me of the expectation that women must be effortlessly beautiful. don’t wear makeup or you’ll seem self-absorbed—but god forbid you look like you’re not wearing makeup. it’s interesting to me, that the impossibilities imposed on female characters are the same ones imposed on real women.
"I would have preferred this writer explore these ideas" is an opinion.
"This writer has trouble with certain aspects of story-telling" is a criticism.
"This writer sucks and is talentless" is a mean-spirited insult.
"This writer should die" is a vile, shitty thing for which there is no excuse for saying.
Please learn the difference and please don’t pretend you’re doing one of the two former when you’re doing one of the two latter.
If I follow you, yes, I care about your garden, what your cat did today, the jewelry you made, that one friend who said the thing, i like your sense of humor, and also your selfies.
When it comes to objectification, this is a great example of why comparing male strip clubs to Hooters is a “false equivalent.”
Can we have Cahones though?
if you ever doubt that this site is full of idiotic crying babies, just know that i’ve been running a parody account under dashconstaff and every time people message me whining and thinking i’m the actual staff i tell them to take it up with our legal page and then link to a charity and people are still reblogging stuff and whining