Aasif Mandvi on The Daily Show (via nezua)
you really CAN. NOT. argue with that.
Thank you so much everyone for all the love and support. I really had no idea my cosplay would receive so much positive feedback ;__;
Here are some more Serenity pics with more to come. You can check them out here too:
This is basically a post for people who think that the world is accessible for those who are disabled, although this is centred around those who use a wheelchair.
And this doesn’t include when people park in disabled spaces without a badge, or question those who park in disabled spaces who don’t use a chair.
The first picture is of a disabled parking space, where the snow has been pushed into that space whilst people were clearing the car park. This also happens when snow ploughers push the snow to the side of the road and onto the pavement as it blocks the dipped down pavement where wheelchair users can get on/off of the pavement and most wheelchairs struggle to be able to push through the snow.
The second picture is of a lift/elevator in Boots a store in the UK, where there are baskets and cases in front of the lift, which block wheelchair users from using it and accessing other levels in the store.
The third picture is of a zebra crossing with a lowered pavement for wheelchair users, and there is an island in the middle with a normal height curb, which blocks wheelchair users, and it means they have to go around, along with having bollards near the entrance which don’t look wide enough to fit a wheelchair through.
The fourth picture is that of a ramp, which has a step in order to get onto the ramp. (I’m pretty sure they didn’t even try.)
The fifth picture is of a ramp with a tree in the middle, which doesn’t have enough room on either side for a wheelchair to get through.
The sixth picture is of a very very steep ramp, which even if you have someone pushing your chair you probably won’t be able to get up it!
The seventh picture is of a disabled parking space, which has a ramp leading to the entrance, which again has steps in order to access the ramp.
The eighth picture is of ‘disabled parking’, where non of the spaces have room to allow chairs to get out of the car, except at the back. They are just normal spaces where a blue sign has been placed in an attempt to make the parking ‘wheelchair accessible’.
The ninth picture is of a reception desk which is too high for wheelchair users to access, as they can’t be seen, due to the fact that they are smaller than the desk.
The final picture is of a ramp which only goes halfway up the curb, essentially meaning there is a step at the top of the ramp.
If anybody still thinks the world isn’t staked against those who are disabled, then I honestly worry about you.
THE STRUGGLE THURSDAY
The last words that I heard from my Ukrainian friends when I left my life there in 2010 tended to go along two paths: One, that there would be civil war within the next 5 years; two, that I must tell people about Ukraine – “Please tell them about us.” I promised I would. Here in February 2014, civil war seems inevitable and the west still knows little of the truth about the second largest country in Europe.
I am writing the day after a horrific massacre of protesters in Kyiv. People ARE for once talking about the city but, as often is the case with all things Ukrainian, it’s for the wrong reasons. Ukrainian’s have a joke that foreigners only ever know three things about Ukraine…Klitschko, Chernobyl and Shevchenko. Ignorance is the problem. Ukraine is so often in the news for the wrong reasons – bloody protests, fights between MPs in Parliament, Revolutions, Russian Brides, Youtube Street-fights and so on. Even in popular culture. In the remake of The Italian Job, Skinny Pete warns, ‘There’s three things you don’t mess with… Mother nature, mother in laws and mother fucking Ukrainians.’ All these messages tell the west that here is a country that cannot take care of itself, here is a Borat-style backwards people.
So Ukraine has a major PR problem. Westerners see Ukraine as a bit of joke - A place for cheap beer and cheap women and a place with medieval ideas about ethnicity, sexuality and disability. It’s still referred to as ‘THE’ Ukraine by most. Sadly, Euro 2012 seemed to have no impact on these mistaken ideas. Even my mother thought I was crazy to go there. Upon telling her my plan to spend a year there, she lectured me for days about the story of my Polish grandmother who literally walked to escape the Eastern bloc during World War Two. Again, at the airport I was challenged by the British Airway’s check-in attendant, ‘Why would anyone in their right mind want to go and live in that country for a year?’ which is a pretty terrifying thing to say to someone about to embark on living there for a year. These attitudes, I have come to learn, are the norm as to how Ukraine is perceived. This ignorance needs to end.
But it is not just us westerners that reinforce these stereotypes- Ukrainians view themselves this way. The first ‘honest’ question I would ever be asked in Ukraine was – ‘Why did you come here?’ A question so loaded it was impossible for me to answer and maintain any integrity. Do I answer: that I am here to experience life and adventure (subtext - living life like Caligula); I’m here to learn a language (If Russian -subtext – you are a traitor…If Ukrainian – subtext – what’s the point?) I am here to teach students English (Subtext – I am better paid than 90% of the population who earn £600 a month GDP and struggle daily for survival – basically stealing from the economy).
It was always awkward yet it told me something about the way the people viewed themselves: there was a self-hatred that resonated among all. Ukrainians of all classes could not understand why any sane person would give up life in the UK to come and live in their country. In their eyes my actions were akin to lunacy. If you think British people have a self-deprecating humour, it’s frankly Americo-positive compared to the average Ukrainian. I soon realised that the prejudices were being perpetuated within as well as without.
Scan the travel section of any bookstore in the west and you’ll find it void of information about Ukraine and in particular its capital, Kyiv. Try as you might, you will only find The Lonely Planet or Bradt travel guides. The third hit I got on my Amazon search was: ‘Odessa Dreams: the dark heart of Ukraine’s online marriage industry,’ which says it all. There is little on Kyiv. Look around at all the cities which have more detailed guides and info – many are much smaller or harder to reach. You won’t find one about Kyiv - at least not in the English speaking world. I wanted to write this book not only as a tribute to the city after I spent one year of my life there, but also, as a way to teach people about the city.
For 4 years I have been unsure as to how to write this story. It was only after reading Benjy’s section in Faulkner’s ‘The Sound and the Fury’ that I realised the format doesn’t matter if the writing and the narrative is true. So this is my honest memoir of my time in Kyiv - Call this my Goodbye to Berlin; My A Year in Provence; My On the Road or whatever. The label doesn’t matter. It is just the truth, as I remember, see and feel it.
Look how big that things fucking wings are!
I’m not reblogging this because of the effin’ bird
A friend of mine is a falconer, and I’ve seen pictures of her holding a golden eagle like that. HE IS MAKING IT LOOK SMALL.
I’m going to talk about personal experiences of magic and magic adjacent things, with a vaguely Pagan/Heathen bent. I used to be _that_ atheist, so I know the feeling. If non-rational phenomena bother you, please keep scrolling instead of commenting, because I need to keep the dialogue at a certain level here, for my own sake.
What are the things which make you feel connected and real in your normal life?
Stand still somewhere, preferably outside, and allow yourself to feel and appreciate all the energy. Then, with intent, allow/encourage/visualize it draining from you into the earth. (Be aware of what it goes into; it would not be great to release it into something that needs to stay non-energized.) (If you happen to have another project which could use the leftovers, this is a great time to tend to it.)
Then go do something that makes you feel fully embodied — food, drink, exercise, housecleaning … ?
Zorita became well known for her unique and naughty acts, including a kinky take on a vaudeville staple - the Half and Half. Taking gender bending to new levels, she dressed one half of her body as a male groom, and the other as a female bride. Always keeping one profile to the audience, the groom and bride gradually removed each others clothing, leading to a climactic “wedding night” romp.
Although Zorita dated men, and admitted she only spent time with the ones she could use, she was a lesbian and never married. Her unrequited love was fellow performer Sherry Britton, who she pursued relentlessly to no avail
i’ll be damned if that isn’t the most amazing and original striptease i’ve ever heard of. my mind is fucking blown.
If we end up showering with you, we’re most likely not thinking about you. This might come as a surprise, but gay men don’t want to have sex with everyone we meet. Sometimes you’re not cute and sometimes you just have a shitty personality that gives us permanent whiskey dick. Even if you are attractive, put together, nice to your mother and you can pick out a tie that matches your shirt, we still don’t want you. New gays are coming out of the woodwork every day. During the writing of this article, five more gay people probably came out, including two more members of *NSYNC (but never the ones you’d hope). We have a lot of options on the menu, and we don’t really need to order out if we know we’re just going to regret it anyway. We have more self-respect than that.
We love you, straight guys. We really do. Without straight men, we wouldn’t exist, and we do wish you well in all of your coital endeavors. But please, stop thinking about us thinking about you in the showers, because 14 percent of you think about us more than we ever think about you. We’re flattered that you’re so interested in us, but it’s never gonna happen — and all the attention is getting kinda creepy.
Straight men are obsessed with worrying about who’s thinking about them naked. Which is nobody. As T-Pain said: ”If you’re not attractive to straight women, you’re probably not attractive to gay men. You can unclench now.”