Is this supposed to be art?
I heard my spouse in the other room say to our roommate “can I show you a biblically accurate light switch?” And I don’t know what i was expecting but that was 5 or 6 hours ago so I had forgotten about it until this crossed my dash and I IMMEDIATELY KNEW.
The answer is 1, why is everyone a delinquent?
Y'all please, learn your pemdas (or bodmas or whatever you learned it as)
It's 16
*sigh*
Parentheses equation is 2+2, which is 4.
Now we multiply by 2 to get 4x2 which is 8
8 DIVIDED BY 8 is 1.
I have no fucking clue how you can get 16 out of this. I don’t think you’re bad at math, I think you just need glasses.
It’s 1.
It’s 16.
8 / 2 * (2+2) =
8/2 * (4) =
4*4 = 16
You do the parentheses, then you go left to right.
That isn’t how this works.....
PEMDAS
8/2*(2+2) (P = Parentheses)
8/2*(4) (M = Multiply)
8/8=1 (D = Division)
@kingoftartesoss
Use Mathpapa calculator if you still don’t believe me.
No, Riley.
M isn't in the original problem but 8÷2 still needs a resolution. You have to solve 8÷2 as-is after (2+2) no matter what.
So you're not following PEMDAS by factoring x4 into 8÷2.
It's literally this simple.
I, uh, I think it’s 1, actually.
Plug it into a searchbar, or a scientific calculator that waits until the whole thing is input & that's the answer.
1
No need.
Everyone on this post:
@nonanalogue can you solve this for us because I swear to goodness the answer is 1 but this post is making me doubt my brains
Happily!
So the problem is two-fold: first, order of operations as most people are taught it is a lie, and second, the original problem is written very ambiguously.
Let’s drill down into that first point.
PEMDAS! Parentheses, exponents, multiplication, division, addition, subtraction. Everyone’s taught to do operations in that order! Except that’s not really right. As a math teacher of mine put it, “it works for now, but you’ll find out I was lying in a few years.”
The problem is that multiplication and division are the same operation, and addition and subtraction are also the same operation. Division is really just multiplying by a fraction, and subtraction is just adding a negative. With that in mind, it doesn’t necessarily make sense to do some multiplication arbitrarily early in the problem before the rest! As a result, here’s the bottom line for that point:
Both 1 and 16 are right.
How can that be?
Well, that brings me to the second point: the expression is written very ambiguously, so as to maximize confusion! It’s also why I don’t like using the division symbol when a fraction will do just nicely.
Observe two other ways we could write this expression:
The first one resolves to 8/8, which is 1. The second resolves to 4(4), which is 16. Both are right, only because the original expression is vague.
The sad thing is that everyone hates fractions, when actually they make life so much nicer!
Ok I’m glad I wasn’t completely losing it on this.
Because when I learned PEMDAS we were taught that MD was one thing and AS was one thing and you did those left to right after the other stuff. So division could be first if it was more left.
So I’m glad to hear that I was remembering right and this was literally written to have 2 answers and make us all think we were either forgetting how to math or other people were.
The real thing with ADHD is not "I forgot", but that forgetting is this ongoing process. I remembered! And then I forgot.
At ten this (hypothetical) morning I remembered that I have a meeting at six. And then from 11 through 3 I worked on other stuff and had zero thoughts about that meeting. Maybe even thought about what I was gonna do with my evening at home. Got attached to the idea of taking the time to make a good dinner, maybe play some video games.
And then at three I said, "Oh! Fuck!" and remembered again, hopefully long enough to set an alarm. And then I went to the bathroom and remembered that I need to clean the counter and spent twenty minutes cleaning the bathroom and went to get a snack and then at five I said, "OH! FUCK!" and had to scramble to dress like a real adult and get out the door.
It isn't one clean forgetting. It's a constant process of forgetting and then, with an exhausting adrenaline spike, remembering. And then forgetting. Baby, I can forget the same thing more times in a day than you ever forgot your parents' anniversary.
If this budget passes, people die because they won't be able to afford the copays, especially as Trump economic policies kill jobs and keep causing prices to rise.
They are sacrificing people for the billionaires that bought them.
STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND CONTACT YOUR SENATORS NOW!!!
Remind Red State Senators that they are killing their own base with this bill!
They are stealing healthcare from 13.7 million people with this bill at minimum.
They are making the bottom 10% of Americans 2% Poorer.
This is all so they can make the Wealthiest 10% 4% richer.
The goal here is to add so much paperwork that the working poor and job seekers will lose the health care they need to keep working or keep looking for work and to ensure that if people get to sick to work they won't have the medications and care they need to get better.
“No court of the United States may use appropriated funds to enforce a contempt citation for failure to comply with an injunction or temporary restraining order if no security was given when the injunction or order was issued….”
"Translated: No federal court may enforce a contempt citation."
Here is a list of who voted for or against the Horrible Budget Bill:
They are coming home to their districts. Now is the perfect time to tell them what you think of their votes!
So I was at SDCC this year, and I passed a stall in the ladies' and heard someone sobbing inside. Just bawling, fully melting down. My-dog-just-died levels of crying. And I've spent a lot of time in therapy trying to learn better boundaries around helping people, but I'm not made of stone, so I stopped outside the stall door and asked, "Are you okay?"
The woman's breath caught, and she said, "Yeah, I'm fine," in the least fine voice I have ever heard.
So I walked away. Made it all the way to the sinks. Washed my hands. And turned around and went back because nope, not fine, not okay.
"Look, I don't want to be a dick, and you don't have to tell me what's going on, but is there anything that would help? I've got water, ibuprofen, and safety pins, and I could find other stuff."
"No, no, it's fine. I have those too."
"...okay."
I made it to the sinks again. She went back to sobbing like her heart was being torn out one strand of muscle at a time.
An older woman sidled up to me. "Did she tell you anything?"
"Nope. I offered her water and ibuprofen, too."
"Oh! I've got snacks. Maybe that'll help."
"Worth a shot. Oh, hey, I think I have some of my business cards for my Etsy shop in here—I could write my number on one if she needs help later."
"I've got a pen!"
We hurried back to the stall, offered the snacks, and were rebuffed. Finally we slid the card and the pen under the stall door, explained that we were both mom friends/teachers/etc. and trying to help-not-creep, and reluctantly fucked off. I personally felt like shit about it, but I had places to be and I felt like I was close to overstepping the crying woman's boundaries if I hadn't already done so. And if I'd made her feel unsafe, well, she could toss the card.
The following morning, I got a text from an unknown number.
She identified herself as "Rose from the bathroom" and explained that she'd had a hell of a day, with multiple people being cruel to her, seemingly for no good reason. She'd hit her breaking point and fled to the bathroom to cry it out ... at which point two strangers had rocked up, checked on her multiple times, and generally done the dance of most social mammals when a member of their group is in unexplained distress. The two of us had, more or less accidentally, restored her faith in humanity by being worried apes at her. 18 hours later, she was having a much better time, and a lot of it was due to the two of us shoving things under her door.
Anyway, turns out we live about 20 minutes apart, and we're going to meet up for tea after we've recovered from con exhaustion.
So if you ever feel like humans in general and/or fandom humans in particular are irredeemable shits, remember that sometimes the same species who'll ruin your con day will try to slide trail mix and ibuprofen under your stall door in case it helps.
I still don't know what Rose looks like, btw (although apparently she knows what I look like—I mentioned I was in cosplay and she said she'd seen me around). I don't know whether she's cis or trans. So next time you hear someone bitching about trans women in the ladies', feel free to tell them that it never once crossed anybody's mind to ask. If you're crying in the bathroom, you're my sister.
Maybe take the trail mix, though. We apes worry about one another.
my mom’s trans allyship is on another level
she once called my friend’s deadname “that stupid thing his mom calls him”
I was once talking to my 75 year old Chinese dad in passing about a trans friend of mine not getting along with her family and he asked why and I said err, because she's trans, dad.
He asked: "Oh, was she the only son or something before *waves hand*?" and I was like, warily, no she has two brothers. And he responded with a great deal of confusion: "Then what's their problem?!?!"
Later on: "Anyway, even if she WAS the only son, that's not her problem, that's THEIR problem. They should have had more sons if they were going to be bothered about it."
Knowing what I know about chinese culture there’s something so beautifully simple about his logic of “no son to carry on family name/look after them in old age/all the other stuff? Skill issue! Should’ve had more sons! Should’ve kept the family unit strong yourself! Blaming your daughter for your own failure of family planning is W E A K!” and then he learns there are more sons and it completely breaks his train of logic because if yes to more sons then why issue?? You have two others and you’re mad you don’t have three?? Whack. Greedy.
I can already envision him as an ancient lord of a powerful house looking down his nose at the latest messenger bringing gossip from the house of his offspring’s friend and going “now they have a daughter to marry into another family for powerful alliances and two sons to take over her former duties and somehow they’re still complaining about their good fortune? They shall not survive the winter.” and then sipping his tea with all the grim satisfaction of someone about to watch an unnecessary soap opera of drama unfold from a safe distance or something
That's a funny image for sure, though I think if there's a typology of Chinese philosophical mentality, there would likely be a spectrum from "Confucian patriarchal lord" to "Buddhist monk / Taoist hermit" and my dad renounced at 18, was a monk for a time, before coming back to work for his family since they were poor 🤷 it was what 3 years after we gained independence from the British so the economy was probs a mess.
When he found and married my mom, he was nearly 45 and they had so much trouble conceiving that he went to a Guanyin temple supposedly "magical" for praying for children. When I was born (not a son, also an only child until now), my mom said, "when you prayed at the temple did you ask for a son?" He said, "Aiya, everyone is asking for sons, so I said any gender is okay. If I asked for a son, maybe we wouldn't have gotten a child because Guanyin's son quota is already used up. Do you want that to happen?" My mom laughed for days about "son quota" and continues to tell people about it today, but her honest answer was: "Any child is okay."
Jokes on them. They didn't specify a gender, so Guanyin Ma gave them a non-binary child!
More seriously: my dad doesn't care about sons. When I told my parents that I wouldn't marry or have children, I thought he might be disappointed, but he wasn't. Then again, maybe I should have expected that, given he tried to become a monk at 18 🤪 I think he said the thing about sons to poke fun at people who care too much about sons because he frankly thinks it's all a bit ridiculous. In his eyes, a child is a child, so what's the point in caring about gender? If the child "changes" gender, does it make a difference?
When I first spoke to my mom about trans issues, still closeted at the time, she said, "I don't understand why they feel the way they do, but they aren't hurting anyone so don't bother them. They are normal people just minding their own business." I said, "I agree, but on the topic of not understanding: Mom, do you think that when we reincarnate, we are always born into a body of the same gender?" In Buddhist stories, there was a lifetime in which Guanyin was reincarnated as a cow or ox, and in repayment for my birth, my dad does not eat beef till this day. Gender or species isn't constant in the cycle of rebirth. My mom said, "No, you're right. Whatever thing that carries on has no gender. I was probably male, human or animal, in one of my past lives." And she has supported trans rights even more ever since.
DEAD BIRD CARD TIME!
The Joker sends these to Batman every year, but his have a dead robin… or a dead Robin, depending on how the year has gone for him
Broke: Imma kick your ass
Woke: You are invited to join me on the
I didn't go all the way to Yorkshire for 72 notes
Official silly sign
Won’t you take me tooo…
my bf and I have the same fucking brain
Quiplash is the greatest game ever made because it allows for things like this and you can’t change my mind.
question was how to get kicked out of hogwarts
azuremist
I got gifted Tumblr Premium so I’m gonna use it to Blaze photos of my dog. Everybody loves my awesome puppy
ALT
ALTHis name is Sammy, and he’s a retired service dog :)
