THIS
yep
You know what else I hate? How fucking cliche depression sounds when it’s bad. I feel like the worse it is, the more it sounds like a Myspace poem written in 2007 by a Bullet for my Valentine fan
Trevor Noah on Jeffrey Lord’s statement to Van Jones that the KKK was “the military arm, the terrorist arm of the Democratic party according to historians.” And it’s true the KKK was spawned by the old Democratic party, but it’s also true that shit started out as pizza.
he: i really want that ass this morning.
me: why this morning as opposed to other morning? he: cuz i like the panties you’re wearing me: WHY?? he: they’ve got those scalloped edges. he: they’re a little smaller than usual. he: they have that nice modern design.The problem comes from people whose opinions are actually misconceptions. If you think vaccines cause autism you are expressing something factually wrong, not an opinion. The fact that you may still believe that vaccines cause autism does not move your misconception into the realm of valid opinion. Nor does the fact that many other share this opinion give it any more validity…
You can be wrong or ignorant. It will happen. Reality does not care about your feelings. Education does not exist to persecute you. The misinformed are not an ethnic minority being oppressed. What’s that? Planned Parenthood is chopping up dead babies and selling them for phat cash? No, that’s not what actually happened. No, it’s not your opinion. You’re just wrong.
Yes, Your Opinion Can Be Wrong | Houston Press
This whole article.
Education does not exist to persecute you. (via witch-boots)
This article is so important. (via natureofdust)
It seems like every corporate social media account is using ebonics to fit in and push their brand online.
It wouldn’t annoy me so much if I knew a Black person could speak that way in a job interview with their company and still get hired.
But we know thats not the case.
LIke, its cool or whatever but its also exploitative and I peep that.
so often i worry that i will lose my softness for there is so much in this world that fills me with rage
do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup