There’s something really terrifying about the concept of being pursued by something that can only walk slowly after. Just slooowly following. You can chill for a while if you get far enough away but it’s still coming.
That’s called “persistence hunting” and it’s how humans hunted all sorts of megafauna to extinction, as well as what let our species become so disperse and so numerous. Our existence is a horror story told from the monster’s perspective.
So you’re telling me zombie is absolutely a valid career path
Watch the movie on Netflix called “ It Follows” lol
Basically our hunting super power is that we are really smart, good at tools and can walk/run forever.
My roommate Kait runs 20 miles 4 times a week.
Horses can only travel about 32 miles a day.If my roommate ran 20 miles twice in one day (possible if she does one in the morning and one in the afternoon) she would out travel a horse.
She is not FASTER than a horse, but if a horse was walking away from her for 8 solid hours, Kait could catch up to it. She could probably also walk after it for an additional 5-10 miles after the run and then stab it when it got too tired to go on.
But kait’s athletic.
I, on the other hand, am a fatty fat who weighs 210 and never exercises ever.
I once, completely spontaneously because i had no money for the train, walked 17 miles in the winter from one end of Chicago to the other. I had also not eaten and was wearing a backpack. It took me 3 hours, but I accomplished it with ease. If i wasn’t a chub goddess, and had eaten and it was summer and I wasn’t wearing a backpack with a laptop in it, imagine how far and fast I could have gone.
Now. Horses can only sustain a run for about 15 miles ( at 8-10mph it takes them a little over an hour).
If my fat ass was walking towards a horse for 3 hours and it was literally running away from me. It would become exhausted after 15 miles and unless it can recover completely in 2 hours for another lengthy sprint, I can reasonably catch up to it and stab it. (not that i would ever stab a horse. horses are terrifying and should be regarded with suspicion, respect and fear)
The longest run ever was 350 miles over 80 hours without sleep.
We are endurance monsters.
humans terrify me
do YOU H E A R ME. OBSESSED@pokemon-uranium adventure doodlies because..I am obsessed with it now..hahaha x’)
Its such a crazy fun and unique fangame with alot of cool mons and mystery! a def reccommend <3
Wow! Your adventure in Tandor sure seems eventful.
i’m obsESSED with this gameSo Pokemon Uranium certainly took a turn
Whoa, really cool!
I was told by a friend: You like guys to be submissive to you and anytime a guy threatens that power you hold, you stop liking them as much.
Fair enough.
What is a nice guy?
I have met many, or so I was told. They sat across from me on first dates, deeply sniffing a wine and commenting on the forenotes of fruitiness before asking if I “read much?” They tell stories about their love of Kafka; pausing only to look at me with this sad little knowing smile. To a child, they tell me much about the books I have already read. They explain words I learned and used well before them. When I try to interupt, to explain that, yes, I read, and as a matter of fact Kafka is right next to Dante on my bedside, I am talked down. Talked over.
The nice men don’t understand why being nice isn’t working. Women, I guess, are strange creatures to them. When we are approached on the subway and told we are pretty; when we only flash quiet tight smiles, it is an affront. They were only trying to be nice, it’s not their fault that our bodies are ships that others want to pirate. We should know by the smell of your rose lips that nice men - they exist. It is my fault for being so goddamn difficult. Nice men decide for me it is their duty to inform me of my physical accommodation to their pleasure. That compliments have never come as knives, a cage to suffocate the bird in. That because they used “pretty” and not “hot,” We should be sure that we are safe, that nice men only want us to hear what’s best for us. We’ll miss it when we’re older. Nice men are doing us a favor, until we don’t smile for them. Then they are nice men telling us we are bitches, sluts.
The nice men are only trying to help. Women won’t take it, because we are all dumb wild animals bumping our blind eyes against “jerks” who don’t know what we really need. We don’t even know what we really need. What we need is a nice guy, and the nice men are there for that; to force her into situations where she stands to lose a close friend again because he couldn’t stop seeing her as a sex object. She doesn’t know it, but she needs him. Nice men tell me a lot about myself; without my mouth ever opening. Nice men tell me I’m too stupid for my own good and need to be explained every little thing, that I don’t know if I’m worthy until I cause attraction, that I can’t even make my own sexual decisions.
Nice men, I am told, are not like other men. Nice men sometimes even call themselves feminists and then write poems about how hard it is to be a male feminist. Nice men are artists with their dark disney princesses, are pleasantly amused by the efforts of queer girls, offer shading advice to someone with headphones in. Nice men tell you while you’re buying roof tiles to go get your boyfriend. Nice men don’t understand why we flinch when the label “nice guy” explodes in our faces.
We are silent in all of this, an active object that they fondle with their meaty mitts. They assume our little chickadee brains can’t conquer poetry. They teach without being asked for a lesson. They insert their opinion. They know better than we do, about our bodies, about what is best for us. We are a curious thing to them, that does not bend, that talks back on other frequencies, says silly girly things like “I read,” “Of course I knew that,” “I saved a life once,” “I don’t feel comfortable with a strange man approaching me,” “I am able of knowing who I should be dating,” “I am a human and I have my own life, am not hive mind, have my own experiences and values and feelings and you should stop assuming things about me.“
Who told the nice men they are nice? What did they do to deserve that label? Was it be a decent person to that poor underclass of women? Did you deign to find them human? What does a nice man do that is nice besides tell me he is nice? What do the nice guys do? Did they ask us if we felt comfortable with the type of nice they offer? Did they ask us how to be nice or did they just all talk in one big group until some rules appeared, some “nice guy” guide. Is there a ceremony where nice girls and nice guys all sit around while the nice men sip wine and talk about how nice it is to be nice, did you know they once held a door and didn’t spit on her? The whole time us silly girls with our silly wildflower wilting hearts, we melt as these nice men glisten.
Maybe the reason they think they are nice men is because they don’t ever stop to listen.
i want everyone to know that, since posting this a day ago, even with my ask off, i received not one, not two, but twenty-two [and counting] direct messages from men who are very nice men, telling me that they are nice men; and this sort of thing isn’t nice to nice men, and how in their experience, i’m wrong, and if they could just explain that while certainly there are those nice men, not all nice men are like that. that i should stop taking people being nice seriously, please calm down, if i don’t like it don’t look at it. that i met the wrong sort of nice men, as if my entire experience (and that of all the women in the tags who groan and agree) - well… it’s very lovely and written well but it’s simply not real nice men who are like this. it is remarkable to me these men think i have been in some sort of all-female society where i have only met a handful of these people, where my experience with men is not statistically viable. that i simply don’t know what i’m talking about, and really, the following eight paragraphs will set me straight on just how much of a nice guy they are; should i really be attacking them like that? do i want to be a bitch?
“well, ex-cuse me,” one man writes in the comments.
you’re excused. please leave.
I’m blown away by this. Bless you.
AHHH!
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Here are a few #blacklivesmatter related library, teaching, and community resources; comment or send us more and we’ll add to the list.
Black Lives Matter #herstory and guiding principles
Curriculum for White Americans To Educate Themselves on Race and Racism–From Ferguson To Charleston
Black Lives Matter web archive (Archive-It.org)
Black Lives Matter collection (Internet archive)
Teaching With the News: Black Lives Matter, Continuing the Civil Rights Movement
Talking to Kids about Racism and Justice (Oakland Public Library)
Black Lives Matter Booklist for Teens (Hennepin County Public Library)
Black Lives Matter Resource Series (Oakland Public Library)
Picture Books to Help Kids Talk about Racism
Picture Books about Civil Rights
Inclusive Library: More than a Diverse Collection
New York Public Library Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture
- Teachers for Social Justice
- San Francisco Public Schools
- Wellesley College
- Duquesne University
- Gustavus Adolphus College
- Arizona University
- Michigan State University
- Madison Area Technical College
- University of Southern California
- Northfield Mount Hermon School
- Framingham State University
- University of South Carolina Upstate
Rights and Safety Resources:
- What to do instead of calling the police Syllabus/guide
- ACLU Know Your Rights: When you are stopped by police
- ACLU Know Your Rights: Demonstrations and Protests
- ACLU Know Your Rights: Taking Photographs
- What to Say When the Police Tell You To Stop Filming Them
- Anti-Violence Project Safety Tips for Police Violence and Hate Violence
- Staying Safe and Sexy at the Queer Beach
- Bearing Witness Guide: Filming Police Encounters
- Stop and Frisk Watch App
- Contact Your Elected Officials
Organizations and Activism:
- Audre Lorde Project
- Sylvia Rivera Law Project
- Live Free
- FaithForJustice
- Urban Cusp
- SayTheirNames
- Color of Change
- Racial Equity Tools
- Police Reform Organizing Project
- Southern Poverty Law Center
- NAACP Legal Defense Fund
- Fierce NYC
- Communities United for Police Reform (NYC)
- Thrive Washington
- Race Conscious
- Showing Up For Racial Justice
- CampaignZero
Self-Care, Trauma, and Understanding Tragedy in the News:
it hurts me that we can raise 600k for alton sterling’s family and 170k for philando castile’s family but not 20k for essence bowman’s family.
I haven’t even heard of Essence Bowman until now. I went to look up who she was and the amount of articles on her are low. LinkedIn, Facebook, etc. pop up before a simple article on her.
I came across a GoFundMe page for her and she barely received $2k