#conservatives are always talking about explaining this shit to kids but like every time ive had this conversation theyre just like ok

[anotherpapercut]

today a 7 year old at work asked me if I was a boy or a girl and I said I'm actually neither and one of the other kids said "so you're nothing???" and I went "yep I'm nothing. isn't that crazy?" and I heard my coworker snort lmao

[axolozzy]

senior prank went crazy tonight (aka me using tumblr as my diary again)

we went on the roof of the school earlier and nearly had the cops called on us it was so fun guys. we were not allowed to be up there!!! like almost the whole senior class was on the roof toilet papering everything and there were no actual teachers or adults (besides us ig because like were 18) besides the janitors who unlocked the classrooms and let us wreak havoc. our school is actual chaos inside and out like there’s piles of chairs and piles of tables in every hallway and it’s INSANE. genuinely actually insane like there’s toilet paper and seran wrap everywhere guys. our class trip is supposed to be on friday to valley fair but im not sure that’s gonna happen LOLLLL like we’ll definitely be spending our entire last day of school tomorrow cleaning everything up but it was worth it guys it was so fun. wooow. wow. none of my friends were there so i was kinda just silently following everyone around and helping out and it was fun it was silly. i dont think anyone expected me to be there either cuz im literally the most quiet anti social person at our school like im involved in nothing and i dont have much friends and people always say like they never hear me talk because im literally the quiet kid. nobody has ever even talked shit about me because there’s nothing TO SAY, like, i’m a complete nobody in the best or neutral way possible? like everyone has always accepted the fact im so weird and don’t like talking to people and they let me be but they also include me in things and are so nice and like. it’s just cool i guess. i’ve never been bullied but ive also never really been paid attention to either, everyone just lets me exist in their space because that’s what ive always done. anyway tonight was awesome like woooow wow. half my grade are conservative rednecks but i was surprised that literally everyone was calling me jay tonight despite me literally not talking to these people or being in the same classes or whatever. like that’s cool as shit. man tomorrows my last day of school ever. we all grew up together literally like. like we all know eachother despite literally being completely different from one another. like there’s 30-40 of us seniors, which is apparently not a lot compared to other schools and ours is pretty small i guess? like yeah. yeah i know all of these people but they don’t know me, none of them ever really knew me because i just never talked. i never did anything really. and now it’ll all be over and i’ll be on my own. like i don’t really LIKE any of these people, a lot of them are huge assholes and shit, but ive known them my whole life and its just strange. like were all growing up, were all ALREADY grown up i guess. i’ve always been terrified of growing up and i still am but fuck that lets get back to business!!!! the teacher’s lounge was literally unlocked and we went in their and stacked all the chairs into a pile and then took a taxidermied animal from the librarby and put it on top of the fridge

i have more pictures but like they’re filled with people and i don’t wanna spend time editing them because it is late and i wanna actually wake up early tomorrow to see everyone’s reactions to this shit. also it’s my last day. wow… i was supposed to present a spanish project in class tomorrow but i don’t know if ill be able to hahhahaha because they’ll probably make us clean everything up which is good actually i half assed that entire project and didn’t wanna present it. i hope ill get to finish painting my louie clay sculpture tomorrow though. anyway i don’t really know why im posting this but i hope its entertaining i guess. im gonna be graduating high school… wowwww that’s insane that actually insane im not ready. time is going way too fast guys. i can’t even like explain it but wooow. wow. just realized i have like 300 followers here who might read this which is pretty awkward cuz uhhh i always forget that the stuff i post can be seen by people who aren’t just my closest mutuals soooo whatever that cool. uhh i should probably go to bed. can’t believe tomorrows my last day that doesn’t feel real at all aaaaahhhhhhhh goodnight tumblr!!!!!! im gonna wear my spongebob pajama pants to school tomorrow and im very excited about that

wait also i wanted to say we got permission to pull a senior prank from the principal himself, who i call the Skoogily Boogily, who we are all terrified of when we hear his keys jiggling in the hallways anyway we got permission so it’s fine

[the-sanders-sides]

inidan american (desi) logan

a sequel to this post because people asked for more and i decided that they shall receive (and also i love writing these)

fair warning, logans a bitter kid, and this isnt as positive and happy as romans post. ive experienced two different ways of being desi, one where i lived in fully asian and indian community and didnt even think id ever feel alone, and another where i moved to a place where i havent met another desi in like 7 years of living here in a 3 hour driving radius. in romans post i played into my first experience and how at home i felt. in the second experience, the one im in right now, i am much more bitter about who i am and not really knowing anyone who gets it anymore. so i play into that A LOT in this. so keep that in mind. (and he will get happier in a future part. m planning on making this into a series)

ok so first off. his name is logan sanders. people (mostly other indians) dont believe him when he tells them. he tells them they dont know indian history. they say they do. he tells them that the british fucked around (quite literally) in india for four centuries so of course english names would stick with that precise wording

sometimes when he’s annoyed enough and doesnt want to explain this for the millionth he defends himself with this russel peters skit (watch it, it’s hilarious) because it describes his family. to a T. 

he grew up in a community with not very many asians, and knew no indians outside his family so he felt a sort of disconnect to his culture

while his grandparents and parents would teach him about indian culture, he felt so distant from it since he knew no one outside his family who was indian, and since he didnt have any siblings or any nearby cousins to hang around with

he had visited india once but he was too young to remember it properly or too remember his cousins

the closest mandir was an hour away so that also limited the amount of indian kids/people he knew

he barely knew hindi because everyone in his family spoke english, especially in public

he felt guilty over the disconnect he felt and would always try to bridge it but would never accomplish this because it he kept losing passion since he rarely saw other people like him in the real world and in the media and he didnt see the point of trying

this all changed in eight grade when he moved next door to the Kumar family in a north indian street of some south asian blocks in an asian community

when his family first moved, the Kumar family invited the Sanders over to welcome them

it turns out the Kumar’s had a son who was the same age as logan

“hi logan! im rohan kumar! but i like going by roman instead of rohan!” 

this introduction pissed logan off 

he was seething because why would this kid who got to have an indian first AND last name change his name to an english one! why didnt he see the value of his name!

he knew right away that such a difference meant they could never be friends 

“im logan sanders, but thats all youll get to know about me because i see no use associating myself with someone as... well, ignorant, as you”

roman decides to whip out one of the swears his cousins taught him and whisper shouts “who are you calling ignorant, bhenchod?” 

 it became clear to him that this was new turf, and people on this new turf must be speaking hindi. and that he was the ignorant one if he couldnt talk in hindi. he made a vow to learn it as fast as he could to make sure this roman kid wasnt better than him

but, logan grits his teeth and says “you, and i know it must be true because you were too dumb to understand me the first time”

this evidently struck a sore spot in roman because he didnt fight back but just stalked away. logan smiled slightly, happy to have won that argument

logan asks his grandpa to teach him hindi and his grandpa gets super excited

they start lessons immediately and despite barely hearing it growing up, it’s as if his brain was made for this because he picks the language up amazingly fast and in a months time, while not able to speak back yet, he can understand most casual conversation

his first diwali in basically little india is the most magical thing ever

diwali at his old home was very quiet because there wasnt anyone around to celebrate with

everyone is so happy in this new home however. everyone is dressed up and all the houses are lit up and there are diyas everywhere and he doesnt want to admit it but the kumar’s have the best rangoli on the street and it’s because of roman and he knows roman did it because sometimes he’d stare out of his bedroom window while doing homework and have a perfect view of roman delicately working on it for two weeks

(the kumar’s front porch had been covered with tarp waiting for diwali to make sure romans precious rangoli wasnt stepped on or ruined. when it’s finally let up, everywhere where there could be art, there is. it’s insane how good at colors roman is, logan thinks)

diwali morning: 

he fights his parents because he doesnt want to miss school for diwali because americans dont have a day off for it. his parents set the clocks in the house ahead to make him think he overslept so he would skip school. (logan didnt know that his parents had submitted an excused absence form for religious reasons and that the school was very understanding. he thought it would be like his old school where he wouldnteven bother trying since he wasnt christain and the school was lkinda discriminatory)

they spend the morning in mandir and it’s nice. for once he doesnt feel different from his peers because he goes to mandir and not church or synagogue. he feels at home.

diwali afternoon:

the afternoon is spent with frantic cleaning and cooking and digging around for the diya’s that were still in boxes, packed away from when they moved

logan offered to find them all to continue with a diya science experiment he started two years prior. his theory was that the diya’s were multiplying and there were more each year despite no one buying anymore

this held true, because even though he could only find half of their diya collection, it was somehow more than the entire diya collection of two years prior. 

diwali evening:

theres a big potluck and everyone in the neighborhood is out talking to each other, looking at the decorations at everyones houses, eating samosas, and playing with sparklers. 

logan feels content

he makes a new resolve to learn more about hinduism. if this is what ti was supposed to be, then he never wanted to be away from hinduism. 

he looked at the metaphors and symbolism in everything and finally understood what his dad meant he told logan that hinduism is just science written in poetry and that string theory is written in the ancient texts

middle school in this new town is so much better than middle school in his old home. why?

a. doesnt get bullied for being a nerd

b. doesnt get called gay slurs 

c. the classes are harder 

d. much less racism

e. all of the above

soon enough, logans asking his grandpa to teach him how to cook Indian food

Logan spends the day burning dosas and making lopsided rotis

(eventually he gets the hang of it, and a he'll be cooking food for an infuriating Indian boy ;) ;) psst it's roman)

Speaking of boys

Coming out isn't an option for logan

He knows that his parents arent really religious enough to really look into hinduism and see that no, gays are not bad

But they are traditional and conservative enough to be homophobic

not homophobic as in spewing hate with the westboro baptist church at a pride parade

But homophobic as in "the gays are fine as long as they don't do it in front of me" kinda thing

So Logan stays quiet

the closet kinda sucks but i mean what can he do

it’s safer inside, and he as illogical as wishing is, he wishes that people would use their brains and realize there’s nothing wrong with gay

anyway

in school logan makes his first desi friend, who was dubbed as anxiety years ago and cant seem to get rid of the nickname and now has a whole complex about his name so logan doesnt know his name

logan and anxiety meet in the school library: logan studying and anxiety hiding

people dont like anxiety

especially non-indian kids

surprise surprise it’s an old buddy called racism, but anxiety’s story is for another time

(but even though no one really likes anxiety, whenever racist shit goes down, it has to go through roman)

so logan and anxiety become fast friends

and they make fun of roman (a+ bonding)

logan claims that roman is a hypocrite for changing his name to an english one while being so immersed in indian culture

anxiety doesnt dispute this, but says he has a past with roman

a past that involved getting stuck with the name anxiety

again, another story for another time

one day, when logan and anxiety are eating lunch they see roman destroy some homophobes who throw around the word f*g and keep calling caitlyn jenner, bruce jenner

logans chest surges

he’s all like “what?? emotions?? pride at roman?? is he better than me for being so open and standing up for what he believes in??”

gay panic basically

but logan masked it well and pushed it away

the next day roman comes to school with a pride patch on his jean jacket

logan feels like he cant breathe

logan is supremely jealous of roman.

he can be gay in peace

he can pretend not to be indian in a way that benefits him

and he’s not affected by stereotypes in the same way?? like what does this kid not have

and by stereotypes i mean

roman is the complete opposite of all indian and desi stereotypes: loud, flamboyant, theatrical

logan’s personality is exactly how the stereotypes are. he’s nerdy and likes science and math and it seems like he cant escape the stereotypes. they follow him. and he feels guilty that he likes science and math and is nerdy. 

as illogical as it is, he wishes he was different from how he is

but logan later learns that there are more than just his perspective on being desi and that every desi kid growing up faces challenges about it that are different than his, causing them to experience being desi differently

and logan will accept that, in another story at another time

for now, he’s just bitter. and as illogical as it is, he wishes the world was better

and now, i shall tag some people who asked to be tagged and some other desi’s who loved this because i feel like you guys might appreciate this too. also i love u. desi famders squad up.

@sssixeyedrunt @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @caterpiller-tea @xxxbladeangelxxx @snufflesthegrim227 @cloudchaser7 @thelowlysatsuma 

[judedoyle]

Untimely Ripped

Until I was rushed into emergency surgery, there was nothing really unusual about my pregnancy. I was perfectly healthy for nine months. I went to doula-guided community yoga classes where we processed our pregnancies in group talks and learned about safe, empowering natural alternatives to the Patriarchal Medical Establishment. I sailed into and out of appointments with my OB/GYN (who I went to because I was pretty sure I’d want that epidural in the end, no matter how patriarchal it was). I didn’t have a single complication or complaint to report. And then I actually went into labor, and everything went wrong at once.

The first bad sign was the prodromal labor. Beginning on Luna’s due date, I would have a few hours of regular, strong contractions every afternoon, but then they’d just... stop. My body wouldn’t actually progress to delivering the baby. I went to the hospital once and got turned away -- it felt that real. My doctor started talking about induction, which (as I knew, from all those crunchy yoga classes) was a worst-case scenario; labor was longer and more painful at best, and led to health complications and C-sections at worst. You couldn’t just force your body to produce a baby before it was time, and if you tried, you’d hurt yourself badly. So the prodromal labor hurt, and it was frustrating, and the hormone surges meant I was crying for most of the day by day two or three. But when I actually went into labor, late Sunday night, I was so determined to wait things out that I just hopped into a warm tub and had around eight hours of full-on labor contractions before waking up my husband. 

I’m actually very proud of that stage, feministically speaking. I mean: I did my pregnancy yoga and practiced my breathing and just generally Ina May Gaskined the shit out of those contractions, all on my own, for an entire night. I was at one with my uterus and/or Nature. I reveled in the cosmic power of womynhood, and the strength of traditionally “weak” bodies. I honored and cared for myself instead of turning my power over to The Man and his Medical Establishment. It helps that my husband could sleep through a Slayer concert, so I could also yell “MOTHERFUCKER” at Nature, at semi-regular intervals, and he wouldn’t wake up enough to mind.

When I arrived at the hospital, though, they assured me that I was definitely not overreacting, and was in fact very close to having a baby. So my husband and I hopped into a delivery room, I got the epidural, he keyed up some classical music on the iPad and called my mother. “You’ll have a baby by this afternoon,” my mother said. I laid there on my numbed-out but still very feminist and empowered back, meditating, and focused on making myself emotionally open in order to welcome the baby into the world.

And then the labor stopped. And started again. And stopped again. My body just kept giving out, just like always, and this time, the labor was actually too far gone for it to stop without hurting Luna. So the forced breaking of my water, which I had been set firmly against, happened anyway. And the meds to increase my contractions, which I had been firmly against, happened anyway. Every time, it was the only safe option at the time, because I had been in labor for -- at the most conservative estimate -- about twenty hours. And then I started shaking. 

The thing is, you actually can’t stay in labor forever, especially not once your water’s broken. It makes your immune system incredibly vulnerable. I apparently contracted a fever so high that, by the end, they were packing me in ice, like a grocery store watermelon. I didn’t feel much, aside from the tremors, which really only felt like flu chills. But the same infection was making the baby’s heartbeat spike like crazy, putting huge amounts of stress on her. 

The language they used -- around me, over me, never to me, so I had to Google all this afterward; fucking Patriarchal Medical Establishment -- was suspected chorio, chorioamnionitis. The infection gets into the uterus, most likely via the rupture of the membranes -- there are all sorts of bacteria floating around in a hospital -- and affects both the person giving birth and the fetus. One possible effect of chorio is that it weakens the muscle tone of the uterus. It makes it impossible for your body to labor hard enough to push the baby out, so a Caesarean becomes necessary. That explains what happened in the hospital, sure. And it’s one of those stories natural-childbirth advocates always tell; if I hadn’t wanted the epidural, I wouldn’t have been at a hospital where they ruptured my membranes, and if they hadn’t ruptured them, I wouldn’t have gotten sick enough to need emergency treatment, and in conclusion, every medical intervention led to another, worse intervention, so just get in your tub and have unmedicated labor like the Goddess intended, you wusses. But when I look back at the days and days of contractions that just never took off, I also wonder if I had the infection all along. If it was just waiting there, stopping my labor over and over, until I finally got into a setting where someone knew its name. 

The doctor knew how much I hated the idea of the C-section. He knew that avoiding a C-section had been the entire purpose of about half my birth plan and 30% of my decisions during pregnancy. He even let me push when I was at nine and a half centimeters, just to make me feel like I wasn’t inevitably going to get the C-section -- I pushed for an hour, altogether -- but he knew and I knew what was happening. After all that labor, it ultimately came down to a decision between her life or my feelings about C-sections. I got on the stretcher and they wheeled me in to the operating room. 

--

In natural-birth and/or feminist-birth circles, they tell you all sorts of stories about the days of Twilight Sleep; women in the ‘50s who were so drugged up they don’t remember giving birth to their own children, and never bonded with them as a result. These stories are told both sadly and smugly, both as a story about how little we used to honor the birthing process, and also about how out-of-touch and loveless mothers used to be. Let me tell you: Now that I am, officially, one of those ladies who was too stoned to remember a kid coming out of her, I do not appreciate the judgment. 

Caesarean anesthesia is very, very good. It’s some of the best in existence. It also gets you incredibly, incredibly high. So here’s what I remember, about the birth of my daughter. One second, I was saying “the anesthesia doesn’t work, I can still feel my...” The next second, there was a little baby in a pink blanket being held up next to my head. 

“There was a baby in here!” I told my husband, excitedly. He’d been sitting next to me this whole time. “Someone let a baby into the room!” 

“There was,” he agreed. 

“Someone put a baby in here,” I said, feeling he did not properly appreciate the gravitas of the situation.

“It was our baby. The Luna baby,” my husband said. 

“I SAW A BABY IN HERE,” I told my husband, who was really not getting where I was coming from, in regard to operating-theater hygiene, and proper security access for infants, and the like. 

Then I laid back and watched the ceiling spin. My arms were laid out to my sides, and I couldn’t move them. I grooved on being immobile. I thought about the term “spread eagle” and the guy who was condemned to be chained to a rock and eaten by an eagle, because he had pissed off Zeus. I was like that guy, because I couldn’t move, an observation which I expressed by saying “Zeus, Zeus, Zeus” very quietly and weirdly for a while. 

“Brian,” I said either thirty seconds or five minutes or possibly twelve centuries later, “was that my baby?” 

--

They took Luna to the NICU and set her on a preventative course of antibiotics. They rolled me into my room on the same antibiotics and some powerful painkillers. 

I won’t say it wasn’t excruciating. It was. I had “natural” labor and epidural labor and pushing and a C-section; it took a team of five people to help me pee afterward. There are no touching mommy-and-baby photos of me with Luna because, in every picture taken since the event, I look like I’ve been recently murdered. But by the time all that happened, I wasn’t the point any more.

I just needed to see Luna. Every other lady on the floor got to stay with her baby 24 hours a day; I’d wake up in the middle of the night to hear my roommate’s son crying and get bitterly, vengefully jealous of her. I also, and more crucially, needed to feed Luna. I had a thousand “simple, natural” plans for breastfeeding, and I did not realize how important they were until none of them were possible. In the NICU they deal with actual crises too much to care about bourgie childbirth trends. Unless you’re there to stop them, they will just stick a pacifier in your child’s mouth and feed her formula, right in front of the RULES FOR BETTER BREASTFEEDING poster on the wall of the NICU, which tells you that letting pacifiers or formula touch your child’s lips will ruin her for life.

So I learned to hobble down the hallway holding onto an IV or the wall or whatever I had to do, to see my daughter. I used a wheelchair when I needed the wheelchair; I walked as soon as I could walk. Luna improved quickly enough that they put her in a transitional nursery, with open bassinets; I was allowed to hold her and feed her for an hour twelve times a day, so she got held and fed eleven hours. (I could never wake up and make it down the hall in time for the 3 AM feeding -- and, as I soon learned, if you were even five minutes late, they assumed you weren’t coming and fed the baby without you.) No-one actually expects you to show up to those feedings, it turns out. Some of the nurses were surprised, some were openly resentful. One of the latter actually picked up my boob with one hand, jammed it into Luna’s mouth, and, when she hadn’t latched after thirty seconds, thanked me for “trying” and took her away. I overheard another referring to me as “that lady who’s always here,” which I believe was a title originally invented for the Virgin Mary. 

But I was always there. I had to be. It was biologically necessary for me to be there, so I was. 

I still don’t know how I feel about the idea of “maternal instinct.” Like any “instinct” regulating how much one person loves another, I suspect it to be bullshit. I still don’t like anything that sentimentalizes motherhood too much; I was never more adamantly pro-choice than when I was pregnant, because going through the process yourself reminds you of the massive gravity of what you’d be forcing on other people. And I know that one reason to have your child “naturally” is that it supposedly allows you to be blasted with the hormonal change of becoming a parent, floods you with love and euphoria and undying maternal bonding powers. Because of how I gave birth, I’m supposed to have missed that.

Still, at some point, when I was frantically limp-running down hallways at three inches per hour to make the 6 AM feeding, or turning down medical care to spend time with her, or saying very un-Sady-like things like “my daughter is the most important person here, so let’s table what I need for a second, please,” it did occur to me that something had shifted. 

“Maternal instinct,” as I experienced it, was not sentimental. It felt, more than anything, like I was working the Secret Service detail for the world’s tiniest President. The most important place to be was always “wherever the baby is.” The most important thing to do was always “whatever the baby needs.” Every item and experience in my life got sorted into the categories ACCEPTABLE and UNACCEPTABLE - MAY HURT BABY. It’s not a sentimental thing, when a Secret Service guy takes a bullet for a President. It’s just part of his job; they don’t hire you unless you’re willing. I was very serious about ensuring the security of the tiny President who threw up on my hands if she ate too fast. It wasn’t personal, it was just what I had to do.

Of course, I’m also convinced that my baby is beautiful and interesting and smells amazing and probably has really fascinating opinions on modern literature -- she has good taste, but she’s not, like, re-iterating anyone’s talking points, you know? She’s a really authentic baby -- but that, too, is just part of the job. I walked into that hospital as a prickly, anti-social woman who gave frequent speeches about the importance of personal and mental independence, and I left it as Gary from Veep. There are many things you can say about the transformation. But it is too strange not to be “natural.”

[communist-cat-girl]

Ok So

im on my shit again cause pragerU is still makin fuckin’ videos time to yell about PragerU - The Least Diverse Place In America

(0:08) They had me in the first quarter, im not gonna lie, i thought this would be some interestin social justice piece and that maybe prageru’s obvious racism and ignorance were instantly solved by this Charlie Kirk guy. I was so wrong.

(0:28) Okay because there still totally isnt racism on college campuses or anythin’??? and like a ton of misogyny??? that isnt addressed at all??? ever??? but sure dude okay, lets act like colleges are good and perfect.

(0:46) So this is just ... I mean he sounds like an idiot who did zero research already but here we go. Can’t wait to have a straight white guy tell me about queer acceptance.

(0:59) Umm no not at all, people will still forever be homophobes and transphobes and every other phobe on the block. Also who the fuck signs a consent form for sex? They’re not doing kinky shit they’re caricatures of a man and a woman kissin’. Also seriously dude? Experimenting? This isn’t the fuckin’ 80′s, we know people are gay for sure and that people know full well what the hell they’re doin’. Experimenting is the way straight people have been disenfranchisin’ actual gay feelin’s for ages and this dipshit is perpetuatin’ that while tryna’ claim that these issues are “been there, done that,” as if anythin’ is solved. Fuck you already Charlie you clearly don’t know what the fuck is goin’ on in the world.

(1:04) If I had a dime every time I heard some conservative asshole talk about this in relation to safe spaces alone I think I’d have enough money to pay for my tuition. Barely.

(1:10) Ye, that thing racists, homophobes, and straight up nazis try to say is an issue because of us nasty liberals. I know the phrase and I know you’re boutta’ spew some bullshit about the first amendment, hit me already.

(1:21) ... Have you been to a college campus ever dude? Seriously, this is an honest question. I don’t even think hes been out in the real world if he thinks conservative ideas are radical or that colleges shut down “diversity of thought.” They shutdown bullshit because bullshit questions don’t need to be asked.

If a nazi asks “Why don’t we kill all Jews?” We do not attempt to explain to them the immorality of genocide nor do we explain to them their ignorance for thinkin’ that Jewish people are somehow the issue in their lives instead of their own mediocrity. We ignore them and move on, as we should. Because they’re fuckin’ idiots.

(1:25) You mean society, right? All of society does is indoctrinate you into a specific way of thinkin’. College isn’t special in this, every single region, culture, and subculture, even on accident, will attempt to indoctrinate you to their way of thinkin’, that’s just how it works naturally. We learn and grow from new experiences and interactin’ with different people, it’s an incredibly important part of our growth. College is an incredibly diverse place where we can do that!

(1:36) I don’t know if you know what’s up politically but people on “The Right” like to defund schoolin’ and bash on our teachers for no reason. So yeah ... they’re gonna’ be more left leanin’ considerin’ who their enemy is when it comes to literally makin’ a wage high enough to pay rent and eat food.

(1:46) ‘Cause no conservative signs up ‘cause they know their antiquated ideas will be shutdown in two seconds because colleges are, often, forward thinkin’ institutions that want to include many different people as they possibly can instead of lettin’ some white middle class straight cis asshole tell other people what to do???

I’m not even overeactin’ here, every experience in college i’ve had with a white conservative man who is my superior has been hellish and degradin’, it sucks. You give assholes power and they become bigger assholes, it’s how it works dude.

(1:59) What kind of conspiracy theory bullshit are you talkin’ ‘bout. No one’s paycheck depends on victims ‘xcept ... well no one. Ever. In the history of everthin’.

(2:10) My core being is superficial to you? What the fuck dude? My pride in bein’ an Italian American, Wiccan, liberal, demisexual, polyamorous, transgender woman is important to me, it’s at the very core of who I am, not some superficial mask I put on. What I am is what I fuckin’ am and that shit that makes me a unique individual is important. Fuck you Charlie.

(2:13) What!? What the fuck!?

How is glorfyin’ who someone is at their core superficial and how is it destructive? Who hurt you Charlie? Who told you that positive feedback and kindness and love is harmful?

(2:16) The only thing destroyin’ real learnin’ is a) people bein’ willin’ly ignorant to honest to the gods facts and b) the fact that republicans are defundin’ education like a mother fucker.

(2:25) a) We’ve all learned from Shakespeare dipshit. He was a surprisin’ly forward thinkin’ man for his time period and wrote what is considered to be some of the greatest works of art in the western world. b) Who isn’t readin’ Shakespeare cause he was a white man? I still do, I enjoy his shit. I know plenty of other queer people who enjoy his shit. What are you gettin’ at here?

(2:34) N- ... no it doesn’t dude. I’m literally a queer woman on a college campus. I am accepted into a group despite my transness and ethnic background. Everyone, black, white, asian, and so forth, speak to each other with respect. Genders, while not treated equally by the old, conservative staff, all get to say what they want and are given equal value in conversations. I live in Texas, not a very liberal place, but I still experience more acceptance and confidence than I ever did with even my parents.

This is clearly bullshit right wingers pull to split apart people in the left by claimin’ that our actions somehow divide us even though, if recent protests and counter protests held by the left against the right proves anythin’, its that our differences unify us. Unlike all of you middle class cishet white asshats.

(2:42) No.

Even ignorin’ my experiences, I’ve never heard a single issue with liberals excludin’ other liberals. It’s always conservatives who either exclude or get pissy when their radical ideas get them excluded. Same with radical liberals really.

(3:03) Has it? Also does that matter? The issue is that we have a stupid amount of people in poverty and a stupid small amount of rich people who are stockpilin’ money that is ruinin’ our economy.

Look I actually like capitalism as a concept, I also like communism, and socialism, hell I even like a monarchy or a tribal system where chieftains and elders hold votes. These concepts (both the economic and ideological ones) on paper are all perfect and good and do more harm than good.

The issue is that in practice, here in America, capitalism is ruinin’ lives as we speak and is goin’ to lead to an international crisis sooner than later on both an economic and environmental level. Capitalism, as it stands, is unsustainable, and our stance needs to change.

(3:06) No? When? Can you give me an example because if you mean places like Cuba or China or North Korea or the Soviet Union those were all communist regimes that acted more like dictators than representatives of their people. Real ass communism hasn’t really been done outside of small communes. People are just too power hungry for their own good, the only difference with capitalism is that their avarice is given praise by the masses.

(3:14) Do not act like we alone made some kind’ve ever lastin’ peace. Do not act like we haven’t instigated violence in the Middle East like it’s a fuckin’ game of Hearts of Iron IV. We, as a nation, are warmongers at worst and war profiteers at best.

(3:21) Because as well all know poor people do not commit crimes because they’re poor and aren’t given a way out of their shitty economic situations no no no, they do it because they’re black and play the victim card.

And of course slavery didn’t both ruin the lives of millions of people by makin’ them and their descendants poor and underprivileged, black people are poor because they choose to be violent and lazy. Obviously.

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(3:29) Maybe because they’re wrong when they say this shit and we don’t want old ideas that don’t work or are objectively wrong or based too highly on subjective thought.

(3:37) I think Trae Crowder said it best when talkin’ ‘bout the nazi bullshit in Charolettesville, “They’ve been losin’ battle after battle, fight after fight for 200 years in this country and these are their death rows.”

Your stupid ideas are fallin’ off, the reason you have a voice right now is because you’re gettin’ desperate and so are the old rich assholes who are afraid taxes will empty even 1% of their fuckin’ pockets who give you the money to even exist.

(3:34) And that’s what they do! And we look at what people on the right do and we all cringe because it’s stupid! We’re not all closeted entitled fuckin’ rich kids goin’ to ivy league schools on our parents dime! We know what the real world is and it’s fuckin’ tough and scary and everyone is pitted against us. We know these things. Dumb fuckin’ bitch. I’m seriously tired of this guy right now.

(3:50) ... ... Did this dude not think we know what liberal means?

(4:12) Noble goal, I wish the rest of America would adopt this kind of “Melting Pot” idea, we’d prolly have way less issues honestly.

(4:25) ??? Why are you mad that people are bein’ kind and decent ???

(4:31) Thanks for usin’ actual terms in an attempt to disenfranchise them of any real meanin’. The same shit is happenin’ with the word triggered so y’know, not really a new tactic. Also one that doesn’t work on changin’ minds. This entire channel is an echo chamber I swear.

(4:35) Wow he’s ... stupid huh. The words mean what they mean asshole. Maybe ask one of your queer friends? You’re diverse in thought, right? Oh wait no your diversity of though doesn’t take queerness into account. Because you’re an asshole.

(4:52) ... No.

Like literally no, where do you get this idea from? Other liberals do not think like other liberals, there is infightin’ in EVERY culture, includin’ college campuses you fuckin’ dipshit.

I’m sorry I’m mostly just callin’ him a dumbass cishet white asshole middle class piece of shit but I’m really pissed off with his willful ignorance.

(4:54) No, it’s not. The two things do not compare.

(5:01) You mean what queer, black, and many other disenfranchised people have been doin’ for ages? Okay.

(5:12) No. Shit.

Video over. I want to die. I hate this dude so much.