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Little Green Planet

@littlegreenplanet / littlegreenplanet.tumblr.com

Anyone who knows me would drop dead from how girly this thing looks.
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What I learn from Science & Technology Studies is that you shouldn't blindly trust science because there's a fair amount of fuckery (mostly unintentional but sometimes not) going on in the background, but you also shouldn't *not* trust science in the way that most people who don't trust science don't trust science.

Anyways, hope that helps!

So to be clear, science:

  • Often takes as implicit particular philosophical assumptions that aren't necessarily valid in all cases (e.g., psychologists accepting liberal-individualistic models of human nature and neglecting social causes)
  • Relatedly, often works with things that are easy to measure, regardless of whether there is any a priori argument in favour of those quantities being particularly relevant (the so-called "streetlight fallacy"--e.g., there are actually rather few results from clonar mice that are directly portable to humans, but clonar mouse studies remain a standard in medical research because they're easy to conduct)
  • Relatedly, often assumes that entire complicated systems can be reduced down to proxies that are easy to measure and especially to quantify, regardless of whether this is a reasonable assumption or not (e.g., "gene fetishism" neglecting the role of epigenetics, proteomics, etc. in favour of attributing every significant aspect of an organism to its genes)
  • Often takes as implicit certain perspectives and cultural biases, especially white/male/Western perspectives (e.g., the entire centuries-old body of midwifery lore being ignored upon the professionalization of medicine as a discipline in the seventeenth century)
  • Often encodes other cultural biases as well (for example, mycology was, until quite recently, extremely understudied and relegated to a minor subfield of botany because Anglo cultures tend to have a low regard for fungus; this in spite of the fact that fungi make up a very significant chunk of the earth's biomass)
  • Can often present entire models of how the world works that are arrived at based on sociological factors within science itself (Thomas Kuhn's paradigms), or within the wider society (Foucault's epistemes)
  • Often misstates statistical significance because scientists lack an adequate command of the discipline of statistics.
  • Can churn out a lot of substandard studies because of professional pressures on academics to publish, publishers' pressures to have the next big thing, and the time constraints of peer reviewers.
  • Can often just produce straight-up garbage because some fields are beholden to commercial interests (e.g., the pharmaceutical industry maintains entire journals that just exist to give crap drug trials the appearance of scientific legitimacy)
  • Can be manipulated by dishonest reporting (e.g., the pharmaceutical industry, again, might conduct hundreds of studies and publish only the one that produces favourable results; Facebook might conduct hundreds of studies on manipulating public attitudes and only publish the few that encourage advertisers to give them money)
  • Is shaped by the priorities of the state and capital (i.e., in terms of what research questions get funded)
  • Is a structurally collective enterprise that builds largely on trust in the competence and intellectual honesty of one's peers, rather than verification of every previous result by every individual scientist
  • At a policy level, can produce misleading results just based on what particular types of scientist are invited to the table (e.g., COVID-19 containment measures going disastrously awry because epidemiologists were considered relevant to include on the panel but social psychologists were not)

However, none of this, when taken together, should be interpreted to mean:

  • Science is made-up
  • Scientific findings bear no relation to the actual behaviour of nature
  • You can just pick and choose what aspects of science to believe in based on gut instinct or what makes you feel good
  • Science is not the best tool we have for distinguishing what's real from what we want to believe.
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lungthief

listen. i know it's not 2014 anymore and i know it's just a throwaway line and that the russo brothers didnt intend for marvel action blockbuster captain america the winter soldier to become the tragic gay love story that never was but man. having steve say "it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience" in a conversation about romantic relationships right before the bucky reveal is so cruel. it's not just about steve and bucky obviously having the shared experience of being "out of time," it's the fact that they've both been stripped of their humanity in opposite directions. steve is a legend, he is an american hero and a national icon before he is a human being the same way that bucky is a weapon and a killing machine before he is a human being. steve knows that anyone who falls in love with him in the 21st century fell in love with captain america first, and that's just not him. but then the one person who knew him first and knew him best and loved him (not captain america, that little guy from brooklyn) so much he died for it is alive, impossibly. and it's a miracle because he's back and it's horrific because he's back under the worst possible circumstances. but to steve, the winter soldier is worth tearing the world apart for because he's always been bucky first. they find each other and suddenly they're human again. and maybe, despite it all, being "out of time" becomes a blessing, because in this century they'd finally be allowed to love each other the way they've always wanted to. like real people do.

like. no. the captain america trilogy isn't about two queer men traumatized and alienated by war and modern life rediscovering and reclaiming their humanity through their love for each other. but. i mean. it couldve been

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saja-star

holy shit is this gorgeous.

I've reblogged a movable type Douyin originally by the same user, too, so I'm just going to use that post as a template. It looked so familiar that this time, I just went to his Douyin, user 山白 (Douyin username @\shanbai2023), and found it:

2.33 xfO:/ T@Y.mq 10/01 象棋起源于中国,是一种古老的棋类游戏# 新农人计划2024 # 乡村守护人 # 谁不播咱湖南好 https://v.douyin.com/iYPxuD5d/ 复制此链接,打开Dou音搜索,直接观看视频!

The above is the full text that the share button yields that I'm yet again too lazy to clean up. Ignore the last sentence—pasting the URL into the browser works just as well.

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wildest part of the folger's incest commercial is still when the brother mentions coming back from west africa and says "ahh, real coffee"

Ok as a brasillian I do have to add, usually the coffee from the farms that are the best get exported and the local market gets the not as good ones. If we want to buy the good ones we have to buy them from the imported section even if it came from here

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Imperialism babyyy

My cousin lived in Ghana for a while and always asked for us to send chocolate from the US because she said the chocolate they had in Ghana was expensive by local standards, and always waxy in texture and not actually very chocolatey in flavor. Ghana's top export is cocoa.

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catgirltoes

[image: a tag that reads "that seems fucked up ngl"]

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wallywaves

Purple Tuesday

I was home watching TV and cutting up a steak when I got the call at 8PM. A friend of mine worked at a famous hotel in LA and one of the guests made a last minute request for a DJ to play the hotel bar. Someone that could get there and start playing in an hour. The bar frequently had live bands play, but never a DJ. So with little to no time, my wise and generous friend thought to throw a gig my way.

“Yeah, I can get there in an hour. Am I getting paid?”

“Yes, you’ll get paid.”

“What kind of party is it? What am I playing?”

“Someone’s renting out the bar for a private party. And that someone is… The Artist… formerly… known… as… Prince.”

That sentence was not real to me. Still not real. I had no time to really think or say anything but, “What? You serious? Yes. Be there as soon as I can.” Got off the phone and my stomach turned. Only a handful of people in the world have imprinted their music that much in my brain. And couldn’t he just call up any of the best DJ’s in LA to come play for him? Why’s he gonna trust someone who is by all means an unknown? I’d been DJing parties and bars for years but going from that to Prince is an Olympic leap.

The next half hour felt like a panic attack. I made a list of songs to play for Prince and his private Prince party. Ok, no Prince songs. He doesn’t want to hear himself. No MJ. I don’t want to insult him or anything. Didn’t they have beef in the 80’s? No hip hop. Can’t picture him rocking out to Kendrick. I thought of who he was influenced by and dragged some James Brown and Stevie songs into the playlist. Isley Brothers, Curtis. Great. 8:20PM. I still have to get ready even though I could spend the next month picking songs. I quickly close my laptop and get dressed. Pack up my turntables, mixer, cables and run them all to the car as I’m sweating through this black suit.

I get to the hotel with about five minutes to set up. The bar is completely empty aside from a couple of servers and my friend who made the call. And the room is almost lit exclusively by candlelight. I’m told to set up my turntables on the grand piano, which is also covered with candles, making me feel like hip hop Liberace. A waitress tells me there’s like an 80% chance Prince doesn’t show up. He just likes to rent out the bar in case he and his friends wander through the hotel and feel like stopping in. “But you should start playing music anyway in case he comes in. Who knows.” So I start playing songs to the very empty bar. The anticipation is a killer. My friend gives me a much needed glass of whiskey before taking off.

A giant spread of appetizers is covering the bar and getting sweaty. Spring rolls, cheese, orange juice. An hour goes by. Then another hour. A no-show. I’m kind of bummed out but also very relieved. I don’t know how I’m going to react if he walks in that door. So I’m just playing the set of my life to nobody. It’s like I’m getting paid to practice and listen to whatever I want on the bar’s sound system.

At 12AM the door opens and some guy walks over to me and without a greeting he says,

“Hey man. He’ll be here in 15 minutes. What are you gonna play when he walks in?”

“Oh I got some stuff lined up. Some older Stevie Wonder, the JB’s.”

“Yeah. Yeah, he likes that. Anything like that, Earth Wind & Fire, Chic.”

“Yeah I got Chic! I’ll play that.”

“And he wants to hear Janelle Monáe when he walks in. You got that?”

“Yup. Yup. Janelle Monáe.”

“Cool, he’ll be here in 15 minutes.”

I didn’t have any Janelle Monáe. I ran out to the concierge desk in the lobby to get the wifi password, ran back and started downloading a bunch of Janelle Monáe off of iTunes. Right on time as I cue up the track, the door opens and I catch a quick glimpse. Full on afro, turtleneck and a gold chain. I want to say he had a cane, but I was trying not to look directly at him. I didn’t want to throw him off or maybe infuriate him by making eye contact. Prince was in the room. I was just musical wallpaper. He and a friend sat down at a couch about fifteen feet away from me.

The grand entrance song blended straight into James Brown’s Talking Loud and Saying Nothing. I played Ike & Tina Turner, Charles Wright, Omar’s The Man, and Gust of Wind by Pharrell. My head was pretty much glued to the turntables, sticking to my no look philosophy, but I could hear bits of conversation. Hearing that Prince voice in person was something strange. It just belongs on record or on microphone. I start dishing out some other favorite tracks of mine, Think Twice by Jay Dee and Alicia Myers I Want to Thank You. There’s zero reaction to the songs I play. I’m still worried I’m not playing what he wants to hear. Is he gonna throw a spring roll at me?

A little later that guy from earlier comes back into the bar and walks straight over to me.

“Hey man. Just want to let you know, they love your music.”

“Oh really? Thanks. Do they want to hear anything in particular?”

“Nope. Just keep playing what your playing.”

Oh it’s on now. I can finally breathe and I’m getting props from the man himself, or from the middleman himself. And then it hits me. There’s only two people in there. Prince and a girl. I’m not there to DJ a private party. I’m there to DJ a date. Prince is on a date and I’m the entertainment.

I saved my set list from that night and I don’t remember playing half the songs on it. All I know is I was in deep concentration, mixing out of my mind. Messenger man came in one more time and said Prince might try to play the piano. When it was time, he would pop his head in the door and give me the cue to stop DJing. I had never seen Prince perform, so a private piano ballad to his woman and myself sounded alright. I stayed looking at that door for a while until Prince’s date walked over to me.

“Hey, so what’s the name of this song? He likes it and wants to know.”

“It’s a Smith’s cover. This Charming Man by Stars.”

She sat back down and relayed the info, to which he nodded his head. Now I’m stumping Prince with cool music. I play another track. She comes over to me again and asks, “What’s this one? He wants this on repeat.” Blacker 4 The Good Times by Ballistic Brothers. So I play that song a couple more times in a row. It’s now 4AM and I’m just a little delirious from being on my feet DJing for 7 hours. And I’m running out of music. My song selections are all over the map at this point. Esperanza Spalding, ESG, Broken Bells.

At around 4:30 Prince gets up off the couch and walks floats right over to me. He looks me in the eye, starts shaking my hand and says in a deep Prince voice,

“Thank you. That was very enjoyable.”

“Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.”

In my mind it was that smooth but there’s no doubt I was speaking gibberish.

And just like that he left the room with his date. He didn’t put any moves on her in the bar, but I like to think I helped him out by setting the mood for whatever happened next. I stopped the music and the lights went on.

And that was the best night of DJing I ever had or ever will have.

Playlist from that night.

Janelle Monáe - Q.U.E.E.N. ft Erykah Badu James Brown - Talking Loud and Saying Nothing Billy Gardener - I Got Some J.B.’s - Givin’ Up Food For Funk Ike & Tina Turner - Bold Soul Sister Charles Wright - Express Yourself Johnny Hammond - Tell Me What to Do (Whiskey Barons Rework) Pharrell Williams - Gust of Wind Omar - The Man Steve Arrington - Weak at the Knees Belle Epoque - Miss Broadway Chic - I Want Your Love (Todd Terje Edit) Ethel Beatty - I Know You Care (U-Tern Edit) Curtis Mayfield - Give Me Your Love Mayer Hawthorne - Just Ain’t Gonna Work Out Jay Dee - It’s a Man’s World Jay Dee - Think Twice Alicia Myers - I Want to Thank You Positive Force - We Got the Funk (Larry Levan Re-Edit) Rene and Angela - I Love You More Stevie Wonder - That Girl The Isley Brothers - Tell Me When You Need It Again N*E*R*D - Run to the Sun Beyonce - Blow Hall & Oates - I Can’t Go For That St. Germain - Sure Thing ft John Lee Hooker Tom Tom Club - Genius of Love Bernard Wright - Who Do You Love Tina Turner - What’s Love Got to Do With It George Benson - Give Me the Night Junior - Mama Used to Say Stevie Wonder - Do I Do Fela Kuti - Opposite People Claudja Barry - I Wanna Dance Janelle Monáe - Dance Apocalyptic Joe Coleman - Get It Off the Ground Flight Facilities - Crave You Nu Shooz - I Can’t Wait Stars - This Charming Man Aretha Franklin - Rock Steady Edwin Birdsong - Rapper Dapper Snapper Ballistic Brothers - Blacker 4 The Good Times Ballistic Brothers - Blacker 4 The Good Times Ballistic Brothers - Blacker 4 The Good Times Esperanza Spalding - I Can’t Help It ESG - My Love For You Jimmy Bo Horne - Is It In Floating Points - Love Me Like This Broken Bells - After The Disco Tornado Wallace - Don’t Hold Back The Mohawks - Champ

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cy-cyborg

Please stop using disabilities you don't have as comparisons.

I saw a video trying to explain that autistic people don't make eye contact because it can be painful for them (good, this is true) and telling them to "just do it anyway" is ridiculous, saying "you wouldn't tell a wheelchair user to "just walk, its better for you" so don't tell autistic people to just make eye contact".

But people do. They do all the time. It's well documented that doctors will withhold their ok for patients to get a wheelchair (which is needed unless you're paying out of pocket, because insurance and most public disability services like the NDIS need proof from a doctor). I've known people who can hardly walk and are having to fight because the doctor still insists it better for them to walk, even if it's painful and sevearly limiting their quality of life.

Then in the comments, someone pointed out that people do say that to wheelchair users (good, this is true) but then continued on by saying "unless you just don't have legs" which is just as bad as the origonal.

I had to fight to get my first wheelchair as a double leg amputee, and every wheelchair since then I've had to justify not wanting the "better option" (prosthetics) to the government so they'll approve me for the funding. Doctors and even strangers too, all want to know why I'm not walking, why I'm not using prosthetics all the time. When I go on trips with my family I'm told to "just walk" so they don't have to pack my wheelchair. at my own graduation from university I was chastised by the organisers for not bringing my prosthetics (because wearing them was exceptionally painful back then and i hadnt worn them in nearly 3 months. I had asked before if this would be ok. they knew) because the venue was accessible but not the part of the venue the graduates were in. On the topic of university they also put my class in the only non-wheelchair accessible room and held meetings i was expected to take part in, in the non-accessible lunch room. When I complained, I was told to just use my legs for a few minutes so I could get into my classes. Being an amputee with no legs didn't shield me from these experiences either, it often made it worse.

I have all 3 of the disabilities mentioned (autistic, wheelchair user, amputee). If you don't have the disability you're using for a comparison, don't use it. Please

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So this is just my take, but the key to understanding Kabru Dungeon Meshi is understanding that the Touden's party was one of the top parties in the dungeon.

You eventually learn the mission they were on when they encountered the red dragon, and it involved going as far into the dungeon as anybody had gone before. Their party lineup was two top-level mages, Marcille and Falin (okay, Marcille's practical magic skills are kind of questionable, but we're told that Falin was extremely talented within her areas of specialty) Two excellent fighters: Shuro and Namari, and Chilchuck, who considering that he runs the guild, is likely one of the most experienced half-foot trapsmiths working on the island. Laios is party leader, and while he's not the greatest fighter, he's quite good, and his obsessive knowledge of monsters means that he can guide the others. You see how Laois's knowledge helps the party already, now imagine if they had a support caster, a dwarf whose almost certainly a much better fighter than Senshi, and another tallman who is almost certainly a much better fighter than Laois all working on that knowledge.

So with that in mind, lets revisit Kabru and his obsession. Kabru knows people, and can read them very well. He's also got a wider perspective on the nature and danger of dungeons due to his backstory. Kabru isn't here to get rich delving the dungeon, he's here to Solve A Problem. He's a relatively recent arrival to the island, that or his mismatched skillset means that he and his party are much slower to progress through it than the Touden's party. Either way, he spots the Touden party as The Party To Watch when it comes to conquering the dungeon. Laois, as party leader, is obviously of particular concern. So, Kabru turns all his insight onto Laois and he gets...nothing. Laois cares about money from a pragmatic standpoint, but isn't especially concerned with it. He's easily conned. He's not driven by hatred, greed, or ambition. There's some curiosity there, but it's not the driving curiosity of an obsessive academic, Laois is an enthusiastic hobbyist who has figured out how to make his particular interest into a valuable skillset. Kabru is looking for the protagonist of an epic fantasy tale, and he finds...just a guy. A guy who didn't feel at home anywhere, and found a place and a life where he was welcome and valued. A guy whose skillset and companions puts him first in a race he doesn't even know he's running. And if you're Kabru, that's infuriating and fascinating in equal measure.

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gudaho

Hope it's ok to add. Like OP said, Kabru sees highly skilled, standoffish, near-unapproachable champions of the dungeon. He expects their leader to have certain qualities that command authority, respect, or maybe even fear. Laois isn't just the leader of highly skilled individuals, he is a figure which transcends cultural and racial differences. Kabru is expecting a party-wide dynamic which is streamlined and instilled by Laios.

But Laios doesn't garner respect, awe, or fear- his party listens to him because he establishes a strong sense of trust through observation and acknowledging their input. Laios isn't a facilitator of objectives, he's a companion. His leading style is the opposite of detached, he has a relationship of mutual trust with every individual in his party. The party doesn't rely on this trust when they are on the surface or in the higher floors. From Kabru's perspective, he probably suspects that Laios (and maybe Falin) is blackmailing his party members. Because he hasn't seen the group in action, Kabru doesn't know that Laios shines brightest in high stress situations. All he sees is a party of the best people around being led by A Guy that they don't even seem to like that much (if the expressions of disgust are anything to go off of)

Kabru has never seen why these super-capable individuals follow Laios as a leader because Laios only leads when necessary. Which makes sense because Chilchuck, Marcille, Namari, Shuro, Senshi, and of course a traumatized 17 year old, wouldn't listen to the commands of someone who is always authoritative

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jasonball34

legendary quote from Eoin Colfer

“I’m going to tell you something now. When I wrote (and this is quite embarrassing), when I started to write Artemis Fowl, I got the words ‘centaur’ and ‘satyr’ mixed up. So, I intended to write a satyr like Mr. Tumnus, uh, but I wrote the word centaur. And so for the entire book, I had written centaur, but meant satyr, and then I was too embarrassed to admit that. Uh, and so I just left it. And so I had to put in references to four legs and everything. So that’s why Foaly is a centaur. Because I mixed up, and people say to me “oh, it’s very clever the way you did the Foaly pun, since he’s a centaur,” and I’m like “that was a total fluke.” I was so lucky. So then I had to keep it, basically.”

this was during the livestreamed author chat q+a session for Fowl Twins 2 at Books Of Wonder on October 17, I think the vod is still up

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You know, that Mythbusters post legitimately changed my life. Before seeing it, I had exponentially more guilt and stress about not being able to sleep, which of course, further exacerbated my inability to sleep.

Now, every time I wake up about three am, knowing I have to get up at 6.45, instead of stressing and panicking about how my day is going to be sleep deprived and miserable, I just tell myself 'Time to activate Mythbusters Protocol' and lie there with my eyes closed safe in the knowledge that I am measurably reducing later feelings of exhaustion.

And when this happens, about 70% of the time the reduction of guilt and stress means I actually do fall back asleep, so all in all instead of getting only three or four hours sleep, I get five to six and a half.

Which y'know, major improvement in health and energy.

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Okay, but I wanna see a superhero story where the guy is absolute shit about covering his identity up, and before long it’s NOT a secret to anyone… but the hero.  And like, his entire office/school/neighbourhood puts all the real work into keeping his identity secret from the world at large while simultaneously working together to make sure the hero doesn’t know they’re doing it. “Man, that guy looks just like The Masked Protector.”

“Shut it!”

“No, really, look… he’s the right height, skin tone, eye color, and he’s even got that–” “NO, REALLY, SHUT IT.”

“I’m just saying–”

“Look, Ralph has saved the planet twice, and this town like fifteen times.  He needs to be able to take off his mask and have a normal life.  If he figures out we all know, he won’t be able to relax.  So Shut.  The Fuck.  Up.”

….. “Oh, shit, it’s about to come over the radio that there’s a bank robbery.  Can someone send Ralph for coffee?”

…..

“Hey, Jolene, it’s Marsha.  Look, my house caught fire and Ralph is over here in costume putting it out while I wait for the fire department.  I know you guys had a date tonight….”

“Thanks, Marsha.  I’ll call him and tell him I’m running late so he doesn’t stress about it.”

…..

“Hey, let’s do a Masked Protector Cosplay Contest.”

“That’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?”

“Well, Ralph hasn’t updated his costume since the mid eighties.  I’ve hired a couple of designers to come up with some new designs, maybe it will give him some inspiration…”

…..

“How the hell did you manage to knock over the whole table?”

“Oh, Ralph needed a distraction so he could {finger quotes} ‘slip away unnoticed’.”

…..

“God, it was a disaster.  Me and Ralph were in the elevator when the bad guy shut off the power.  I had to fake a seizure so Ralph could get away.”

……

”Kids, you can’t play on the fire escape.  How’s Ralph going to fly out his window with you sitting RIGHT THERE?”

…..

“Jolene, what’s wrong?” “I was talking to Ralph about maybe spicing things up in the bedroom.  Maybe some role play.  I wanted to do him in the costume, just once, y’know?” “Uh-oh… did he catch on?”

“Well, no, he agreed….” <sobs>

“Jolene?” “He asked me to dress up as Statuesque!”  <WAILS>

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Wizards are not naturally immortal, in fact creating their own form of immortality is their graduate thesis.

“I have created a perpetual healing spell.”

“A classic. Congratulations.”

“If my soul leaves my body, this spell will keep it around and lucid enough to magic myself back together.”

“Effective. Next?”

“My spell feeds off the life force of microscopic things! When bacteria die near me, it adds to my total. Wiping down the sink with antibacterial cleaner gives me SUCH a buzz; I think I may have to dial it down a bit.”

“…I would be very curious to see your notes about this spell.”

This wizarding philosophy is already better than 9/10ths of all YA wizard novels.

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bigscaryd

Similar to Craft Sequence process of becoming Deathless.

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i dont think women should take their husbands name but i DO think married people should be legally required to have the same last name. otherwise people may have secret alliances theyre concealing from you.

In my college’s political science department there were multiple married couples who did not change their last names. The rule of thumb was always to watch your mouth whenever talking about one professor in front of another, because none of the students were ever sure which ones were married to each other

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mangedog

this is a way better model... you'll still get transphobic & intersexist drs of course but i prefer this to male / female or even having separate questions for gender & sex.

[we can't see the full form, but i'd suggest having a "something else" option and dominant hormone question too.]

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