“A study on masculinity and aggression from the University of South Florida found that innocuous – yet feminine – tasks could produce profound anxiety in men. As part of the study, a group of men were asked to perform a stereotypically feminine act – braiding hair in this case - while a control group braided rope. Following the act, the men were given the option to either solve a puzzle or punch a heavy bag. Not surprisingly, the men who performed the task that threatened their masculinity were far more likely to punch the bag; again, violence serving as a way to reestablish their masculine identity. A follow-up had both groups punch the bag after braiding either hair or rope; the men who braided the hair punched the bag much harder. A third experiment, all the participants braided hair, but were split into two groups: those who got to punch the bag afterwards and those who didn’t. The men who were prevented from punching the bag started to show acute signs of anxiety and distress from not being able to reconfirm their masculinity.”—Doctor Nerdlove, "When Masculinity Fails Men" (via infinitelyawkwords)
“If you’re lucky enough to have a job, you probably work extremely hard. Thanks to the power of technology and successive waves of downsizing, people today are doing the work that it took two or three people to perform decades ago. Employees put in frequent 10-hour days to meet their bosses’ demands, and often work remotely from home on nights and weekends. With productivity continually climbing, corporate profits have soared to all-time highs; the stock market gained more than $6 trillion in value in 2013. Yet Americans’ real disposable income went up a mere 0.7 percent the same year. What happened to the workers’ raises? Don’t ask. Remember: You’re lucky just to have a job.”—William Falk, in The real cause of income inequality (via theweekmagazine)
“Tumblr genuinely is younger than most other social platforms, and more diverse. A greater proportion of its users are people of colour than on any other major platform. Women users make up a higher percentage than anywhere else bar Pinterest. Teenagers over-index dramatically. And while Pew and other research agencies don’t tend to ask about sexuality or gender identification, LGBT visibility in Tumblr fandom is very high. What looks to dim outsiders as some kind of obsession with “social justice” often just springs from people talking about themselves, their lives and the stuff that happens to them.”—
This is an extremely interesting insight, for me at least. And sheds some light on certain reactions to this blog both from the tumblr platform itself, and from other external websites. I wonder how medievalpoc and ideas about it are affected by overall perceptions about tumblr as a blogging platform, and the way its users are perceived. It lends some context to some of the assumptions people have made about my age, gender, race and *ahem* “relative credibility”.
Personally, I am in love with the interactive elements here.
Frankly, cleaning should be at the bottom of your to-do list, well below eating, exercising, and other responsibilities. Despite the fact that having a messy house can worsen your mood and stress you out, it’s one of those things that if you are having a really bad…
when she was cracked I tried to hold together for as long as I could
when she was broken I tried to put the pieces back as more broke off
when she was shattered I could only hold the pieces as they cut me
sometimes I don't know if the thing I send you are mean or not...
if you are the other anon, i’m confused. if not, still confused. i’m tired and not in the mood to feel confused. either way i don’t know you, i’m tired, just, no.
para de ficar postando foto chorando como se fosse algo pra se orgulhar e vai pegar uma vassoura fia vai trabalhar
so, google translate gave me this: “for staying posting photo crying as if it were something to be proud of and will pick up a broom will work fia”
it sounds kinda like it could be some kind of bs criticism (especially with “as if it were something to be proud of”) but because i’m me, google’s translation is *just* confusingly vague enough that i want to know what is being said? it’s like a puzzle! also who knows, it could be something else entirely.
but so if anyone knows what this actually means and wants to tell me, that’d be cool/helpful/etc.
Sorry, but why is Jennifer Lawrence an asshole? I haven't really seen much of her except for fawning gifsets.
I want you to imagine I’m saying this like Jim Carrey in “Liar Liar” when he got pulled over by the cop:
She told Jesse Eisenberg she wished she had his serious medical disorder because it would make her more cool and quirky, she named a female cat “Chaz Bono” because she thought it was a boy at first, she thinks it’s hilarious to sing “Wrecking Ball” to Liam Hemsworth, she dismissed criticisms of the whitewashing of the Hunger Games film by saying they would be using hair dye, she insisted that her canonically bisexual character Mystique was heterosexual because she has children but then conceded that she may have had a “lesbian phase,” she destroyed a sacred rock formation in Hawaii by literally rubbing her butt on it, she made fun of Quvenzhané Wallis’ name, and she does all this while constantly body-shamiiiiiiiiiiing!!!!!!
8843) Yesterday my friend asked me why I am doing this because she thinks I'm beautiful. I didn't say anything but I should have told her that beauty doesn't matter if you hate yourself. Nothing matters if you hate yourself because everything will be a reason to hate yourself.
“I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you
are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she
will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes
that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back
to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.
I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me
You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.
You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.”—Clementine von Radics (via thewastedgeneration)