girl culture is turning around every few feet when you’re walking alone to see if someone’s following u
Learn to peep through the corner of your eye so you’re not quite so obvious when you turn.
Putting in your earphones so hopefully no random men try to talk to/harass you but not actually playing music so you can listen for footsteps/other suspicious noises behind you.
feeling like someone is following you and subtly shifting whatever object you’re holding into a better grip so you can use it as a bludgeon if the person behind you tries anything
Being fucking terrified when street lamps give you more than one shadow
just girly things~🌟
Ok, buckle up for some advice from your local redhead who grew up in a collection of iffy neighborhoods.
Square. The Frick. Up.
No one to fight? No one near? Square Up.
Leaving work late? Going out on public transit? Square Up.
Don’t know how to fight? Terrified? Square Up.
Square Up doesn’t mean fists up and ready to punch in this case it just means shoulders back chin up and walk like you might be late for an argument.
The deal with the threats we face is that it’s classic predator/prey dynamics. Preds look for prey, not other preds. Walk like a predator not prey. Sometimes that doesn’t work. Sometimes that one pred doesn’t get the idea.
Sucks to be them. Cuz they’re not getting out of this without a serious slice of humble pie. Be it a simple comment or getting their skin cells under your fingernails, that’s up to them. Don’t talk more than absolutely necessary, keep it short and powerful. “I don’t have time” seems to work best for me bc it’s urgent, true, and usually not insulting enough to feel like a challenge. Stay visible, never hide.
You’ve been grabbed? Grab. Them. Back. Your hand over their wrist, nails digging into the softest skin possible. Take the power, take the situation, it’s yours. You grab that wrist and lean back, pivot on your feet, turn and use both your strength and body weight to swing them off of you. Yell. “Do not touch me!” They’ll usually become less interested after this point, you’re putting up too much of a fight, you’re ‘a psycho bitch’. Damn right you are you gorgeous beast.
If they don’t give up on you, God forbid, they attack? Go for broke. Hit the soft parts, throat and genitals are the best. Men: grab a handful of the Twins and squeeze as hard as you can while pulling and twisting. Women: same deal up top, tiddies are sensitive as we’re just as prone to crotch-shots as men. Can’t do that? Bite and Scratch. Get their evidence on you and yours on them. Nothing is more incriminating than a human bite mark. Be the reason they need to go to a hospital.
Yell and scream as much as possible, I don’t care what just scream.
No direct threat? Just the ol anxiety playing up? Trust your gut, the one time you don’t will be the one time you wish you did.
Contrary to popular belief, you can call emergency services. Tell the operator “I’m walking home and feel unsafe” and they’ll stay on the line with you, might even send a nearby squad car to give you a lift home. Don’t feel safe calling the police? Call or text your closest relationship. Talk to them the whole way back, text them every five minutes like clockwork.
All these things are two pronged: address the immediate threat and aid investigators in the future should the worst occur. Don’t be afraid to ask for help. Have a well meaning but maybe dense friend? Ask them to walk with you, they may not have known you were scared.
Most people are great, they’ll help you even if you’re a frazzled thing pounding on their front door past midnight bc the shadows aren’t trustworthy. Go for the house with the nicest garden, I’ve never met a mean green thumb they’re always the loveliest.
When you yell make sure you yell as loud as you can in a deep voice phrases like “No!” and “Don’t touch me!” and “I don’t want to go with you!” because then any eye witnesses in the area will tell the cops that they were handling you against your will.
-FemaleWarrior
All of this is not a guarantee of safety, of course, but it IS good advice.
So over on Netflix is a cool obstacle course show that needs more attention. Like American/Ninja Warrior? This is better. First, because the course is designed like a giant beast
Second, because competitors can touch the water and continue–water-related disqualification only happens if all four limbs touch. I remain FOREVER BITTER that American Ninja Warrior disqualified a woman because her freaking ponytail touched the water.
Third–and this is the most important reason–there are six sets of hosts from the different competing countries and they all interact with each other. Sometimes we just get a shot of all reacting (also please notice that TERRY CREWS is one of the American hosts and he is the best)
and we [American show] frequently cut to other commentators
But they also literally go into each other’s booths! Like when South Korea brought one of their competitors into Germany’s booth with the German competitor…
More under the cut because IT ONLY GETS BETTER (also, very mild spoiler for the end of episode 1) (Link for mobile)
(Edit://read-more links aren’t working on mobile apparently. Beware. I’ve tagged this as “long post” if you want to be able to avoid it for now.)
Okay, the anon’s message first: I’m not big into humanformers and therefore, I haven’t put much thought into what the robots would look like as humans in my head, but with the scenario you described, I think I’d kinda love the idea of Bee, still being rather short in comparison to Blitzwing, trying to shove him against a wall in a sudden burst of passion, but having his hands meet an absolutely unmoving body, and after a few futile attempts at shoving the guy at least a few inches forward, Bee just kinda awkwardly backs up and closes the door without saying a word, with Blitzwing just silently watching him, utterly unimpressed. Now I do kinda want to draw that…
However, and I know this isn’t what you suggested and I’m sorry for that, the “robots probably don’t shower”-thing made me think that maybe they go to a car wash, and the idea of a smaller Transformer like Tailgate showering this way is killing me.I want a Tailgate in a car wash with a towel, damn it!
This isn’t something that gets talked about a lot, and I have no idea how far the problem extends geographically, but if you care about poor people, if you care about sex workers, if you care about activists, if you care about privacy,
you should consider resisting the transition from cash to card-only payments that is happening in shops in some bigger cities. Including shops where only one register in a long row still accepts cash payments so anyone paying with cash needs to wait in line and sticks out.
Cash is how poor people help keep each other alive without immediately worrying about their benefit cuts, cash is what people get when they do a bit of work or sell some old stuff to feed their kids that week. Cash is how most sex workers get paid. A lot of people need to be able to make cash payments to feed their kids, pay their rent and basically to live.
Cash is also what activists use whenever they need protest supplies and don’t want their full name and address attached to the protest. Cash is how we buy any item we want to keep out of our digital footprint. But whether you’re buying a megaphone or a dildo, you can’t do so privately if you can’t spend cash.
Banks are eager to work towards a post-cash economy because it makes our spending habits so much easier to track. States want the same because it makes people so much easier to track and control. We should not want a
post-cash economy
and we should resist attempts to create it.
Fuck, this is all very cyberpunk, but also very real.
it’s an ideal height distribution tbh because then whenever bruce, as an adult, is talking about how larger-than-life his father was everyone just feels bittersweet about it because the last time he saw his father he was a tiny boy and it just seems like, “oh, bruce’s memory of his father is always trapped in this time when his dad seemed like a giant”
but no, that has nothing to do with it, bruce is being completely factually correct and thomas wayne was enormous
“I assume your dad’s going to be the one that looks like you,” Clark said, adjusting his glasses as he scanned the crowd beneath the mezzanine.
“Just look for the biggest guy here,” Bruce said flatly.
Clark fought a smile.
“What.”
“Nothing! Nothing.”
Bruce waited.
“It’s just—you know.”
Bruce said nothing.
“You haven’t seen him since you were twelve.”
“Correct.”
“You maybe weren’t the tallest kid.”
Bruce said nothing.
“I’m just going to look for the guy who looks like you, rather than going by relative size.”
“And you must be the fellows who were chit-chatting with my wife!” came a voice, booming and boisterous as arms were thrown around each of their shoulders. Clark jumped; Bruce flinched.
Thomas Wayne was a good two inches taller than Clark, who was himself an inch taller than Bruce. Thomas had a glass of champagne in his right hand, which he had not spilled on Clark. There was a ping-pong ball floating in it. He had a half-empty bottle of wine in his left hand, which he had not spilled on Bruce. Between the fingers of his left hand dangled a bag of red plastic cups, unopened.
No one in the ballroom was using a red plastic cup.
Thomas’ coat and the top buttons of his shirt were undone; his bowtie had not been a bow in quite some time.
“Martha wouldn’t tell me what exactly it is you were up to,” he said cheerfully, “which I can only assume means I’d hate it!” He paused, squinting at Clark. “Oh, she must have loved you.” He gave Clark a proper once-over, down to his shoes and back up again. “Were you raised on a farm or what?”
“Why does everyone keep asking—”
“Anyway,” Thomas continued, somehow managing to pound them both on the back as he disengaged despite still having his hands full. “You two go on ahead and keep not telling me what you’re doing, if you need me I’m heading downstairs to set up a game of wine pong. It’s like beer pong, but if you’re doing it right it costs several thousand dollars! And it’s good for your heart! I’d know. I’m a doctor.”
He downed his glass of champagne and caught the ball in his teeth. He then somehow managed to arrange the items in his hands such that he could shoot them both fingerguns, clicking around the ball and waggling his eyebrows.
They watched as he slid sideways down the banister.
“I apologize for doubting your memory,” Clark said finally.
“Hm.”
“I feel like this explains a lot about your sense of humor.”
“I’m not convinced that it does.”
“… does he look how you remember?” Clark ventured.
“Usually I remember the way he looked one specific summer when I was a kid,” Bruce said thoughtfully.
Clark softened, almost reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. Then he narrowed his eyes. “No.”
“Hm?”
“I know what you’re doing, and we’re not doing it.”
“You asked.”
“I recognize that look.”
“This is just what my face looks like.”
“You’re going to make me think we’re having a moment so I let my guard down for the punchline,” Clark said, “and you’re not going to say it like it’s a punchline, so when I laugh, I look like an asshole.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I’m not allowed to laugh about this. You know I’m not.”
They were silent, the sounds of the party surrounding them from below.
“He had a horrible moustache,” Bruce said.
Clark pressed his knuckles to his mouth.
“I think my subconscious is trying to make death seem like a mercy.”
Clark made a muffled and hideous noise.
“Clark,” Diana scolded, and they turned to see her frowning as she approached. “This is a very difficult mission for Bruce, you mustn’t laugh.”
Clark threw up his hands in disgust.
“Or—wait.” Diana looked between them. “Was he doing it again?”
Clark nodded, lips pressed into a thin line.
“I think I remember this party,” Bruce said suddenly, looking out at the ballroom.
“What?” Clark and Diana asked simultaneously.
“It’s the one where that senator got thrown out of a window.” He pointed toward a commotion downstairs.
“What is your father doing?” Diana asked, leaning over a railing.
There was a crash of shattering glass, a series of screams, and scattered applause.
And he’ll insist he’ll be fine, “cause he’s a doctor” ?
Thomas raised an eyebrow with a level of disdain achievable only by those born to great wealth, and not at all befitting a man in the middle of using a meat cleaver to cut the nozzle off a garden hose. “Oh, I think I can handle it,” he scoffed. “I went to Yale.”
So there’s a really stupid page on FB called dairy farms exposed and they made this post not that long ago….
People. Cannulas do help with nutrition research. Because we kinda want to make sure cows’ food is easily digestible and nutritious for them. The absolute horror.
Also cannulas allow for ruminal fluid to be taken from the rumens of healthy cows and put into sick cows to replenish rumen bugs.
Cannulas don’t hurt cows!! They’re put in under anesthesia!! It’s just science!!
“Because we kinda want to make sure cows’ food is easily digestible and nutritious for them.”
Are you fucking serious?
If the food you’re giving them is so damn questionable for a grazing ruminant that you actually have to put a hole in a cow’s stomach to make sure they’re healthy, and if you can’t see the health of your animals by day-to-day physical inspection, then you’re a fucking idiot, or you have no experience with animals.
And then claiming it’s alright because “It’s just science!!”……….. No. Science is a method by which you study cause and effect, it’s not a justification for cruel research.
I don’t care if it doesn’t hurt or if they’re doped up and don’t feel it (more cheap justifications). This is wrong. You don’t put holes in animal stomachs. These aren’t machines to optimize, they’re living beings to be cared for and then milked or eaten.
I’m sorry, but how is it wrong to optimize your yield? Even if that yield is an animal product like milk or meat. I know cannulas look gross, but as long as they aren’t put there at the expense of the animals’ welfare, I really can’t see the problem. The goal of the procedure isn’t much different than the goal of genetic modification or selective breeding or testing new types of feed – it’s all about optimizing yield.
A cannula is nowhere near as invasive of a surgery as it looks. Ask any person who’s had an ostomy (different placement and cause, but both essentially involve an artificial opening in the body). During the operation, which only takes about 1½ hour, the cow has been locally anaesthetized and lightly sedated so she doesn’t feel a thing, and the first few days after, she receives painkillers. Ultimately, the cannula doesn’t seem to bother the cows and they’re able to run around like their non-cannulated sisters.
The cannula itself isn’t just there to optimize feed. I’m copying this from other sites, but here’s a bunch of the things we’ve gained from having cannulated cows:
“Reduced nitrogen emissions: Due largely to the fistula cows, a new system for protein evaluation for ruminants was introduced some years ago. This has led to significantly more environmentally friendly livestock farming through reducing nitrogen emissions.
Healthier milk fat: Based on research using fistula cows, researchers have arrived at a formula for cow feed that produces milk with healthier fat composition.
New knowledge on greenhouse gases: Through the agency of the fistula cows we are able to measure emissions of the greenhouse gas methane and thereby try to establish a feed that is as environmentally friendly as possible.”
“Being the quintessential symbiotic relationship — the cow supplies the bugs with nutrients and the bugs convert cellulose into usable energy for the cow — it also works the other way: when the cow gets sick, the bugs get sick, too. Then they die. And no gut bugs eventually means no cow.
Transfaunation — the act of taking microbes from one source and putting them in another — can be a literal lifesaver when it comes to a bovine bellyache. And how does one go about retrieving such a sample? By creating a one-stop shop for your sick cow’s gut flora needs. Designated donor cows with a surgically installed port allow access to the rumen from the outside.
Rumen flora from a fistulated cow helps not only sick cows, but also sheep and goats because they share similar digestive systems. “Our vet school always has a fistulated cow,” Aldridge says. “The bovine GI surgery patients routinely get a transfaunation because it’s been shown that the recovery rate and return to appetite and milk production is much greater if you reestablish the gut flora.”
Sick farm animals and surgical patients aside, fistulated cows are also a staple in bovine nutrition research, since having a fistula makes it easy to sample rumen contents in order to study how different nutrients affect a cow’s digestive system. The cost of surgically installing a rumen fistula is about $300 and doesn’t affect the longevity or health of the cow, says Dr. Susan Fubini, professor of large animal surgery at Cornell University’s College of Veterinary Medicine. “The plastic cannulas themselves last forever,” she says. As for the fistulated cows, “They are without a doubt the happiest animals in our hospital.””
On top of this, cannulas can be used to treat bloat, which is very painful and always fatal if left untreated.
How does one deem something which doesn’t cause an animal any pain or discomfort “wrong”? If they don’t care, neither should you.
Plus, I’d imagine looking at what happens to food as it’s digested is a very good way to figure out exactly what food is best for the animal in question.
And the hole isn’t left open. There’s a lid to cover it when it’s not in use. It’s not an open wound any more than a piercing is.
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