natalie portman radiates such a terrifying energy i can’t describe it….. it’s not exactly evil but it’s not warm either…. i feel like she could unhinge her jaw and drag me into the ocean like a kraken but she wouldn’t bc it’s undignified
Wanna know why?
“Oscar-winning actress Natalie Portman told the crowd at Saturday’s Women’s March in downtown Los Angeles that she experienced what she calls “sexual terrorism” as a 13-year-old after the release of the film The Professional.
Portman described her pride and excitement in releasing the film, only to encounter sexually explicit messages both directed toward her and made about her.
”I excitedly opened my first fan mail to read a rape fantasy that a man had written me,” she recalled. “A countdown was started on my local radio show to my 18th birthday, euphemistically the date that I would be legal to sleep with. Movie reviewers talked about my budding breasts in reviews.”
The experience, she said, changed the way she expressed herself publicly, in order to limit the ways she could be objectified by others.
”I understood very quickly, even as a 13-year-old, that if I were to express myself sexually, I would feel unsafe,” she said. “And that men would feel entitled to discuss and objectify my body to my great discomfort. So I quickly adjusted my behavior. I rejected any role that even had a kissing scene and talked about that choice deliberately in interviews. I emphasized how bookish I was and how serious I was. And I cultivated an elegant way of dressing. I built a reputation for basically being prudish, conservative, nerdy, serious, in an attempt to feel that my body was safe and that my voice would be listened to.”
I need suggestions on a mineral that might have a cooling sensation if put into the right sort of concoction, something that would work for stupid robots. I’ll happily go hand-wavey if I have to, but something real would be fantastic. 😀 (I’m having issues finding anything in my own hunting so far.)
Maybe look at substances that change electric properties, like superconduction, piezoelectric, dielectric – see if any of that stuff might FEEL like cold to a robot?
Mint feels cold because the sensors in your mouth are triggered by the menthol and get ‘confused’, so, if you can’t come up with something, you can probably just decide that a mineral has a similar substance/effect.
Just a few of the stories my great aunt told me about women in the 60s:
1) A woman she worked with at the hospital who had a baby with one of the ambulance drivers. When work found out they fired her (he kept his job). She tried to self-abort with a knitting needle.
2) The sister of one of her neighbours who wasn’t able to rent a room because she was a ‘fallen woman’.
3) A girl who got sent to a convent house and scrubbed floors until the day she gave birth. Her baby was given up for adoption without her consent.
4) Girls who had babies with priests.
5) Women who were on their fifth, sixth, seventh child, who had been pregnant for the best part of a decade, begging for sterilisation because their husbands wouldn’t wear a condom.
Banning abortion has never ever stopped it from happening. It’s just meant more stigma, more prejudice, more risks and more deaths.
In 1962, my mother was going thru a divorce, got pregnant and knew this fact would be used to deny her divorce (they used to do that, in case you didn’t know).
My mother was given a “shot”; she lived 3 blocks from the doctor. He never told her what it was, likely an “overdose” of progesterone, which is how they used to “induce menstruation” in a hurry (i.e. abortion off the books). She was about 7-8 weeks by her estimation. He said, GO STRAIGHT HOME, go to bed and stay there. She walked fast, but nearly collapsed at the curb and my grandmother went out to guide her into the house. She went to bed, stayed there and bled steadily and heavily for 3-4 days. She said it was like being very very sick, headaches, nausea, vomiting… and then, gone.
She never let me forget this and took me to my first NARAL meeting when I was 15 yrs old. And here I am today, in my 50s–and I still remember my grandmother’s scary account; my mother swaying, literally, at the curb, and nearly falling, under the strength of that one shot.
How did she get the doctor to do it? She told him, “If you don’t, I will do it myself”–and if you knew my mother, you knew she meant it. She would have. After all, lots of women she knew had.
This is what they want to take us all back to, the fucking middle ages. Please remember.
The cost of denying women abortions is women’s lives. Nothing “Pro life” about it.
I am so tired of hearing opinions about abortion as though its an issue of morality rather than an issue of safety. Abortion is going to happen regardless of legislation. And any time someone argues against it as if they have the moral high ground, I can’t hear anything other than ‘I would rather someone perform an elective medical operation on themselves with unknown objects and substances, risking extended health problems ranging from poison to infection, than allow them to have it done in a sterile environment by a doctor who knows what they’re doing.’
Look up “septic uterus” and tell me you’re still pro-life. Go for it.
You were never pro-life. You were pro-forced-birth.
The “structural integrity” of my uterus has been so greatly diminished due to a lifetime of fibroid cysts that getting pregnant could actually kill me.
I repeat:
GETTING PREGNANT COULD KILL ME.
Pro-lifer is a misnomer. The term should be pro-forcedbirther.
Call a clinic rather than hoping a random stranger on hr Internet is going to be online.
This is for people’s future reference:
Go look at the bird. If it seems dead, pick it up, gently, see if it’s breathing. Touch its eyes if it isn’t. If it’s not breathing and its eyes don’t respond, it’s dead. Bury it or place it in a bush somewhere.
If it’s alive but seems dazed and isn’t really moving, put it somewhere quiet, away from predators. If there are a lot of stray cats around, bring it inside, put it somewhere dark, quiet, and enclosed so it can’t get into the rest of your house. Leave water next to it, make sure there’s a tiny bit of light, and leave it alone otherwise. Check on it in an hour or so. If it isn’t recovering, call a wildlife rescue clinic. If it’s fine, put it outside. Stunned birds are usually sitting upright, don’t try to move much, and don’t thrash.
If it’s moving, but thrashing around, fluttering awkwardly along without seeming to be able to stand, or otherwise acting like it’s awake but sorta broken, carefully capture it and take it to a clinic. That could indicate brain damage. If you can’t take it to a clinic right away, bring it inside and put it in a cloth-lined box, closed, with water available. Give it an hour to see if it recovers, then, again, clinic.
Always be careful handling wild birds. Expect it to scratch, peck, and bite. Be very careful of the wings, restraining them gently against the bird’s sides unless the wing seems injured. Do not squeeze the ribcage! Birds can’t breathe if you do that. Cup the bird in your hands, supporting its frame, without squeezing or applying any more pressure than is needed to keep the wings still. Don’t let it flap wildly or it can hurt itself. Do NOT let your cats, dogs, pets, or small children near it! Especially not animals, but also children. Older children can be shown the bird, quietly, but don’t pass it around for people to touch. Leave it alone as much as possible. If you need to transport it, line a box (cardboard is fine) with fabric, put the bird inside, and shut the box, it’ll stay calmer if you keep the box shut and the bird in complete darkness.
Below is a pic of me holding a brain-damaged bluejay (probably ran into a car) in one of the ways you can hold a bird. One hand under it, one hand over it, carefully keeping the wings folded. You can also cup your hands with the bird sitting in them, press your palms gently to the sides, and put your thumbs on its back. Feet laid back, toes pointing towards the tail, are best unless one leg seems damaged. I took the bluejay to a wildlife rehabilitator, this photo was taken right before I put it in a box so we could carry it in the car. I never got an update, but the lady told me it had a decent chance, bluejays are tough. It was thrashing along the ground, flapping like it was flying but unable to get off the ground, and couldn’t pull its feet under itself for support. Apparently typical bird behavior when brain-damaged. The cat in the background was not responsible, she was checking out the smell.
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