"is boob staring an ADHD thing"
you people are DUMB AS FUCK
Welp, since I gotta spell it out for you, or who this is aimed at, since I can't tell—
THIS is the original post the screenshot of my comment comes from. Consider the context. Consider how my reaction is presented.
It ISN'T an ADHD thing and I know this – my response was intended to call that attribution questionable.
Besides, think about it – why'd they feel the need to screenshot it out of context? Hmmmmm?
please help them find snart
A friend and I were out with our kids when another family’s two-year-old came up. She began hugging my friend’s 18-month-old, following her around and smiling at her. My friend’s little girl looked like she wasn’t so sure she liked this, and at that moment the other little girl’s mom came up and got down on her little girl’s level to talk to her.
“Honey, can you listen to me for a moment? I’m glad you’ve found a new friend, but you need to make sure to look at her face to see if she likes it when you hug her. And if she doesn’t like it, you need to give her space. Okay?”
Two years old, and already her mother was teaching her about consent.
My daughter Sally likes to color on herself with markers. I tell her it’s her body, so it’s her choice. Sometimes she writes her name, sometimes she draws flowers or patterns. The other day I heard her talking to her brother, a marker in her hand.
“Bobby, do you mind if I color on your leg?”
Bobby smiled and moved himself closer to his sister. She began drawing a pattern on his leg with a marker while he watched, fascinated. Later, she began coloring on the sole of his foot. After each stoke, he pulled his foot back, laughing. I looked over to see what was causing the commotion, and Sally turned to me.
“He doesn’t mind if I do this,” she explained, “he is only moving his foot because it tickles. He thinks its funny.” And she was right. Already Bobby had extended his foot to her again, smiling as he did so.
What I find really fascinating about these two anecdotes is that they both deal with the consent of children not yet old enough to communicate verbally. In both stories, the older child must read the consent of the younger child through nonverbal cues. And even then, consent is not this ambiguous thing that is difficult to understand.
Teaching consent is ongoing, but it starts when children are very young. It involves both teaching children to pay attention to and respect others’ consent (or lack thereof) and teaching children that they should expect their own bodies and their own space to be respected—even by their parents and other relatives.
And if children of two or four can be expected to read the nonverbal cues and expressions of children not yet old enough to talk in order to assess whether there is consent, what excuse do full grown adults have?
I try to do this every day I go to nursery and gosh it makes me so happy to see it done elsewhere.
Yes, consent is nonsexual, too!
Not only that, but one of the reasons many child victims of sexual abuse don’t reach out is that they don’t have the understanding or words for what is happening to them, and why it isn’t okay. Teaching kids about consent helps them build better relationships and gives them the tools to seek help if they or a friend need our protection.
I wish this post featured the OP’s name more prominently; it’s by Libby Anne of love joy feminism, and she writes fantastic stuff. A survivor of Christian patriarchal fundamentalism, she writes about parenting from the perspective of someone working through her own traumatic experiences. I love reading her blog.
I met my nephew (codename Totoro) in person for the first time when he was eight months old. Before this, I’d known him only through video calling. A few hours after getting home from the airport, my sister (codename Mystery) was holding him on her hip. I asked her, “Can I hold him?”
She smiled and said, “Ask him.”
“What?”
“Hold out your hands to him and see if he leans toward you or away from you.” So I did, and he leaned away, and I dropped the subject. Five or ten minutes later, he was leaning towards me, overbalancing and almost falling out of Mystery’s arms, and she said, “He’s asking you to hold him now.” So I did, and it was magical, getting to introduce myself to my nephew and the firstborn of the Sybil family.
I am all about respecting children’s agencies and teaching good boundaries. I didn’t ask at the airport, when Totoro was surrounded by new stimuli and needed the reassurance of his mother. I didn’t ask when we first got back either; I gave him time to settle down, get used to his surroundings, and get used to me in person instead of a moving picture on a cell phone screen. I thought I was respecting his boundaries. But it had never occurred to me that an eight month old, who couldn’t speak or even understand most speech, might be able to establish his own boundaries.
A year later they came to visit again, when he was 19 or 20 months old. The weather was what we Northwesterners call “a bit nippy” and what thin-blooded Midwesterners like my sister call “fucking freezing, are you kidding me?” As we were getting ready to leave the house, Totoro objected vehemently to the need for pants and a coat. Finally Mystery had me stand by and hand her things as she near-literally wrestled him into his clothes. He was screaming and kicking and saying, “No pants, no no, don’t wanna, no Mama.”
And as she worked, Mystery kept talking to him soothingly. “I can hear you saying no, and I understand that you don’t want to wear your clothes, but it’s my job to keep you safe and warm. I know you’re saying no, I can hear that, but it’s very cold outside and I have to keep you safe and warm.” Over and over, reassuring him that she understood what she wanted and that she had a good reason for ignoring his wishes.
And it hit me all over again, an aspect of respecting children’s agencies and boundaries that had never once occurred to me. Because sometimes it is necessary to override their wishes. Part of being a good guardian is keeping them safe even when they want to play in traffic or eat nothing but candy. But I’d never thought about it from Totoro’s point of view, how frightening and how helpless it would feel to scream “no” into an unhearing void. Mystery made sure he knew he was being heard, he wasn’t being ignored, he was important enough to have people react to his words.
It’s just, geez. Every time I watch Mystery interact with Totoro I learn something new about agency and boundaries and just plain humanness. It blows me away.
"No climate justice on occupied land"
They switched up from golf clapping to police brutality real quick when she started talking about their racism.
Hi!! Wrist locks are incredible painful and pose high risk of damaging the wrist even between consenting sparring partners who can tap out at any time!
In Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, it is illegal to wrist lock anyone below blue belt and anyone in the juvenile division!
We need to be pissed about this
Wow that looks really terrible. And it also confirms my biases so lets fact check this.
While she was arrested (on April 6th), the protest was about fossil fuel subsidies that the Dutch government is going to be debating in June. There was no talk about genocide in any reporting of this incident except for the above tweet.
A bokkepootje is a dutch cookie, similiar to lady fingers and dipped in chocolate, not a wrist lock. There is no mention of a wrist lock anywhere except for this tweet. Greta herself described the arrest as "peaceful". There is a video of the arrest in the article from the Independent below and you can watch yourself.
So with some helpful color coding we can see how much of this tweet was factual.
"Dutch police using controversial bokkepootje wrist bend on 4'11" Greta Thunberg for protesting climate collapse and genocide at The Hague"
god loves sluts & she wants you to masturbate
Rainbow mo
Hi I paint your cat wet hands style
there’s a decent amt of neurologists who’ve called the sleep schedules we’re obligated to be on despite flagrant conflict with our natural circadian rhythms “borderline torture” and the work hours we’re expected to put in despite the fact that the average person can only maintain maximal efficiency and focus for 3 hours at a time “nearly inhumane” and i think about that a lot
interesting fact i have titanium in my spine
Titanium not only is crazy durable, but it noo magnet! Thas wy Dock chok jjiun spi; surgyr ad pater noster, qui es in cœlis; sanctificetur nomen tuum: Adveniat regnum tuum; fiat voluntas tua, sicut in cœlo, et in terra. Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie: Et dimitte nobis debita nostra, sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris: et ne nos inducas in tentationem: sed libera nos a malo.
dude got hit with the ol’ Lorum Ipsem beam😞
this is cinema
Pause this on each screen, because there's stuff in here I wasn't aware of and I'm sure I'm not the only one. This isn't just cinema, this is free education and I'm grateful for it.
I took screenshots
tumblr put them in reverse chronological for some reason
Light that sucker up
@maeamian coming in ... delightfully sporting
[img txt: #simple #i would bunt the baby and sprint for first #thus making the problem that of handling the live ball/baby the problem of the catcher and third baseman #who would then have to throw the baby to first before I got there #Then I'd steal second because what're they gonna do try to toss a baby back and forth to get me in a rundown? No fuckin way #I'd take a quick break on second before stealing third and then home #for the game's single most upsetting inside the park home run]
genuinely in love with the reveal, from the baby prodigy scenario, that Christian Baby does not refer simply to a baby baptised and born to christians, but to an infant that holds a belief in christian theology
nobody's making this joke?
gay thoughts
IT’S SO GOOD! I SHOULD BAKE MY WIFE MORE THINGS
you: suck my dick me, an intellectual: inhale my richard
here it is! the post that started a “me, an intellectual” hell frenzy, and is officially ⭐ the worst post of 2016 ⭐
you: the worst post of 2016
me, an intellectual: modern art
Look everyone look
The usual fighting style of the guys
Once again, I do not jive with terms like platonic attraction, familial attraction, etc, etc. The word "attraction" has such Specific Connotations attatched to it that I don't think transfer well to situations other than romantic or sexual feelings.
I don't know, maybe I'm making a mountain out of a mole hill, but it makes me uncomfortable to have those feelings almost foisted off on me because so much of the aro community has decided that it's a feasible term.
You may have a fun time looking into the Greek "types" of love. I find this less weird and more useful than "attraction."
Of course, you might still decide it sounds fake but that's part of the fun of philosophy really.
Not to be Allo in this space, but I've tangled with this concept before, and along with what shaaknaa said, focusing on the "love" part could help? For me, I use the term "affection" instead. It feels more static and less of a vector than "attraction" does, and is more of an active, conscious term.
