It is still wild to me that I legitimately have to research in a bikini in order to effectively collect data.
And the reason being is that people (of all genders equally) perceive me as a threat otherwise.
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Threat vs not a threat
People have said before that they are concerned I’m gonna get them in trouble, but I think the real reason folks get mean is that tourists effectively enter a liminal space when they go on vacations (especially American tourists on tropical vacations) and they don’t want anything to pull them out of that mindset.
So when I show up with a clipboard and wanting to talk while wearing an outfit that clearly says “I’m working, but not in any sort of position that exists in your vacation fantasy,” that pulls them out of the fantasy and they react negatively.
Meanwhile, if I’m dressed the same way everyone else is, even if I have a clipboard and want to talk about the same thing, I automatically become a wacky NPC who is part of the fantasy.
I no longer hear “It’s really weird that you’re just out here watching people” but instead “You get to lay on the beach all day and call it “work?” Hell yeah! Living the dream!”
Had the bizarre realization today on one of my trips down memory lane that my parents’ derpy cat that seemed like she’d get herself into trouble any day has now actually outlived their previous cat (my childhood cat) who was herself incredibly long-lived for a cat.
Cat #2 still pretends she can’t open doors for herself, jump up or use the catflap because she’d prefer someone else does it for her 😅
Just kind of incredible to think she’s been with them through four houses in two different countries, just the same as our first cat. One cat for moving away and another for moving back.
Funny to think of a pet being with you for so many seasons of your life. Between them the cats have lived with us for over three decades, and cat #2 is still going strong. How much things have changed in that time!
shoutout to AO3 authors who write 100k fics for free while juggling mental illness, academic burnout, 3 jobs, and a deep-rooted need to fix fictional people.
Jefferson: I didn’t think Aaron liked … Tall people.
Jefferson: “But listen: Aaron might have married a white boy just to annoy me, specifically. It’s a thing he would do!”
Rio: “I can’t hear you. I’m asleep. I have a shift in four hours.”
I really wish there was a way Uncle Aaron lived and came back to meet his “husband” at some point now.
Aaron: …Miles…I love you, and I am proud of you…but you are somehow the smartest and dumbest boy I have ever known.
Miles: Says the man who used his big brain to become a criminal when he could’ve been a black Tony Stark with that gear he made. And thought working for the Kingpin, who everyone knows will throw his minions away like tissues, was a good idea!
Peter: He makes a good point, babe, you did kind of mess up first–
Aaron: Call me babe again and see what happens. I’ll whoop you with a collapsed lung.
All I see is “fake marriage au, but it’s also enemies to lovers”
If I ever stop reblogging this post, assume that I have yeeted myself off this mortal coil
People in the comments: “Amazing! Where’s the fic, though?”
i know most leftists agree that everybody should have a right to food, water, shelter, and healthcare but i think a vitally important fifth pillar is privacy. people should not be compelled to be tracked, monitored, or to share personal space with others to access their other essential rights
“If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear” is and always has been fascist rhetoric everyone.
My dream job is to run a cozy little bookshop, but without worrying about having to succeed as a small business. So basically a money laundering front where I get to read
“autistic people need instructions for every simple task” okay how about we talk about the neurotypicals not following clear instructions. what do you mean it didn’t work the way you wanted, i gave you the instructions. oh you didn’t follow them? you didn’t see where i clearly indicated the directions you were supposed to follow for this task? and you’re shocked it didn’t turn out right? you decided to pull a Jared I’m 19 and go rogue? you’re surprised the road less travelled isn’t fucking paved because no one travels it? do you get off on this
nice try but that doesn’t work on me. appreciate the attempt tho <3
Anybody who has spent any time working in retail, hospitality or IT can tell you that a not-inconsiderable number of NT people cannot follow a fucking instruction if you wrote it down on a piece of paper and stapled it to their forehead
This mild Wikipedia sentence is like the understatement of all time
Here are some crazy grasshopper mouse facts for those who are not familiar with the most badass mouse species on the planet
- They are primarily carnivorous, and their diet is made up of not only bugs but also snakes, lizards and other mice.
- They hunt like true predators, slowly stalking and creeping up on their prey before ambushing them. They will sometimes let out a screech as they attack.
- Like wolves, they howl to establish territory and have a specially developed throat to produce louder vocalizations. They will stand up on their hind legs and throw their head back to howl- a sound that can be heard from 100 meters away!
- Grasshopper mouse behavior is linked to lunar cycles and they are more active during a full moon.
- These mice have been hunting bark scorpions and evolving alongside them for so long that they’ve evolved a mutation where scorpion venom that is lethal to other animals is converted into a painkiller in the grasshopper mouse’s body.
