The Kingii is an emergency life preserver that you can strap right to your wrist that inflates in seconds and brings you straight to the surface of the water.
Because treating people fairly often means treating them differently.
This is something that I teach my students during the first week of school and they understand it. Eight year olds can understand this and all it costs is a box of band-aids.
I have each students pretend they got hurt and need a band-aid. Children love band-aids. I ask the first one where they are hurt. If he says his finger, I put the band-aid on his finger. Then I ask the second one where they are hurt. No matter what that child says, I put the band-aid on their finger exactly like the first child. I keep doing that through the whole class. No matter where they say their pretend injury is, I do the same thing I did with the first one.
After they all have band-aids in the same spot, I ask if that actually helped any of them other than the first child. I say, “Well, I helped all of you the same! You all have one band-aid!” And they’ll try to get me to understand that they were hurt somewhere else. I act like I’m just now understanding it. Then I explain, “There might be moments this year where some of you get different things because you need them differently, just like you needed a band-aid in a different spot.”
If at any time any of my students ask why one student has a different assignment, or gets taken out of the class for a subject, or gets another teacher to come in and help them throughout the year, I remind my students of the band-aids they got at the start of the school year and they stop complaining. That’s why eight year olds can understand equity.
i’m tired of wanting to be pretty. always wondering if people think i’m pretty. curating a social media existence so everyone thinks i’m constantly pretty. i’m still not gonna post ugly selfies but y’all get my point
how do you get rid of the part of yourself that wants to passively fish for sympathy/praise?
Three things. First, just ask for the praise. People are a lot more forthcoming with compliments if they know you’re open to them. There’s a persistent and subtle belief that praise should be saved for special occasions and that it’s excessive (effusive) if given freely.
Second, be more giving with compliments and praise to other people. Most people will hear a genuine compliment, and respond with one in return. This has the benefit of both making you more practiced in giving people meaningful compliments, as well as getting more direct positivity in your life.
Third, praise yourself. There’s a belief that taking pride in your own accomplishments is vanity. That’s super, duper bullshit. Play yourself up constantly. It will feel fakey and gross at first, but over time you’ll become much more able to actually look at your own actions and see when you’re doing something good, and believe in that goodness.
I suppose as a bonus 4th thing, you could look into behavioural therapy techniques and see if any suit your needs, as well, but they can be pretty hard to self administer.
I wanted to do a redraw of my fan fusion moonstone! And I decided to do a little comic with it! 😊😊 this feels like one of the few scenarios in which pearl and lapis would fuse, if there were no other gems to help, and Steven was in danger, because they would both do anything for Steven 😊💕 and it would be the goal of making sure Stevens safe that would make moonstone stable! Otherwise I feel like she would kind of fall apart..she’d be a pretty depressed gem because of all pearls and lapis’s past truama 😅 but she would move heaven and earth to protect Steven! 😆💕 so I hope u enjoy it! 😊
i want men to be able to emotionally connect with people they don’t plan on having sex with. i want men to stop assuming i am planning on having sex with them because i make an effort to engage with them emotionally. i want men to stop feeling personally betrayed by the fact that i engage deeply & genuinely with people regardless of whether i desire them sexually, because i value people & seek to understand & connect with them regardless of sexual attraction
so my grandma died recently, and my parents have been dealing with the quantities of Stuff accumulated over the course of her and my grandpa’s lives, which could be interesting on its own as a family matter, but, well, grandpa was a science fiction writer, and they knew a lot of science fiction writers, which means a lot of the stuff is classic sci-fi and fantasy. books, artwork, that kind of thing. what i had not realized, but perhaps should have predicted, was that knowing a lot of science fiction writers in the ‘60s meant that they knew people who had written for this one TV show in the ‘60s that some science fiction writers worked on, and these people liked to share stuff.
what i’m saying is that i have now held in my hands one of the original, physical scripts for the star trek episode “amok time”.
it was like holding a piece of history. my own hands, carefully cradling the origin of sex pollen and fuck or die. a work whose influence went far behind what the writer could have expected–sacred, almost, in its way. who knows how much spawned from this episode? how much fanfiction would never have existed were it not for this holy text? indeed, the very concept of slash itself? an artifact, a priceless relic, sitting on my parents’ couch.
i haven’t seen the entirety of the episode itself, so i don’t know if there are any real differences between the script and what was aired, but i had to skim it anyway–and i did find something that is perhaps worth mentioning, whether or not this actually counts as canon. but hey, hard to get more canon than an Actual Official Script, right?
VULCANS BLUSH YELLOW, BITCHES, IT’S CANON
also, this:
thanks for specifying “karate-type”, theodore sturgeon. coulda gotten confusing, that.
anyway, it was a deeply surreal experience and i’m pretty sure the script is getting donated someplace with a lot of the other stuff, but man, my grandparents were cool
funeral-biscuit 