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aspieat221b:

tattooedjehan:

forthenexttenminutes:

terezis-weave:

"All musicals have happy endings."

I’M ASSUMING YOU’VE NEVER SEEN NEXT TO NORMAL THEN.

Or Les Mis, or Phantom, or Bridges of Madison County, or Avenue Q, or Lucky Stiff, or Last 5 Years, or Bare, or Into the Woods, or Sweeney Todd, or Bonnie and Clyde, or Jekyll and Hyde, or Big Fish.

or Wicked

Or Dr Horrible’s Sing Along Blog. That shit is sad.

kirstielovesart:

thevirginharry:

remember swine flu reblog if ur a tru 2009 kid

People were practically drinking hand sanitizer during that shit

doublewowee:

does anybody else legitimately worry about how they’re going to share a bed with their partner when they’re older? like buddy i need all the blankets to make a burrito and then i need to throw them off of me dramatically in the middle of the night and lie spread-eagled across the entire bed how is this going to work

FDA Finally Admits Chicken Meat Contains Cancer-Causing Arsenic

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lakidaa:

havocados:

waterbearer95:

FDA Finally Admits Chicken Meat Contains Cancer-Causing Arsenic.

FDA Finally Admits Chicken Meat Contains Cancer-Causing Arsenic.

FDA Finally Admits Chicken Meat Contains Cancer-Causing Arsenic.

FDA Finally Admits Chicken Meat Contains Cancer-Causing Arsenic.

welp

This is another case of ‘true (somewhat), but christ, what a shitty source’. Collective Evolution’s sources includes motherfucking Natural News, which is a pile of bullshit and y’all should feel bad for picking something that’s touched it directly. The suggested articles are things like ‘fluoride is not only doesn’t prevent cavities, it also causes the disorders called ADHD’ and…. just. ‘super nutrients’. Come on. 

Also the website is a raw-milk endorser and thinks the FDA bans elderberry juice because it’s ~*healthy*~. Raw elderberries are poisonous, homeslice. 

Anyway. 

This all happened last year. The FDA wasn’t ‘admitting’ it, it was a bunch of scientists who asked, ‘hey, we know arsenic gets in the chicken poop (which was well-known at the time), we should check the meat, too’. They did science, and discovered it. It wasn’t something the FDA was hiding! The FDA didn’t know! Scientists DISCOVERED it. And then the FDA did the RIGHT THING and banned it, after getting evidence from the scientists! Fuck, I am so sick of this scaremongering bullshit. If I can find real sources like John Hopkins and the FDA itself from googling, there is no fucking excuse for this. 

e: op is a vegan, and is therefore not exactly the person to trust on this issue. 

Changed the bold..cause this is important, and what was bold was not. 

Because every time I see the bullshit, vegan created post on my dash, I need to reblog this. 

I have no problem with vegan diets, but I really dislike when people spread misinformation to push their agenda that is totally personal choice and not even something that’s up for pressing public debate. Also people who have conspiracy theories about food and medications because they have “chemicals”. I want to strangle anyone who has ever suggested a “super food” to treat my depression and GAD or called my medication “mind control”.

"I have no problem with vegan diets, but I really dislike when people spread misinformation to push their agenda that is totally personal choice and not even something that’s up for pressing public debate."

My point of posting that was not at all to push any kind of “agenda” and forget about the word “vegan” for a second, please. The fact that the FDA does or did (which they did) ALLOW arsenic to be fed to chickens should be taken in account as a general public health CONCERN.  The fact that you can’t find much information about it says novels. The FDA has no concern for your health whatsoever. 100,000 people in the US alone die of prescription drugs each year. That’s 270 people a day! But I’ve never heard of anyone dying from eating fruit. Looks like I’m not the one trying to push an agenda after all, doesn’t it?

No, I am a mentally ill person whose life has become livable due to prescription medication. So I guess my “agenda” is to have conspiracy theorists not place social stigma on something that is between a person and their doctor. Eating a fruit instead of taking my medication WOULD kill me, actually, because I have a chemical imbalance in my brain that has led me to make several attempts on my own life. I have not attempted suicide or put serious thought into killing myself since starting my medications and your opinion on pharmaceuticals is irrelevant to me and probably anyone else with a chronic illness whose life has been dramatically improved by prescription drugs. So yeah my agenda is for people like you to stop shaming people with illnesses that require pharmaceuticals for treatment because you’re not us and it’s not your damn business. Not to mention that very little of the data y’all use is obtained through properly executed scientific method, or you grossly misinterpret it from the original literature written by the actual researchers (just a few examples: inadequate sample sizes and implying causality when there is no proof of such a relationship).

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eight years old, she’s got pink cheeks that her grandmother calls chubby. She wants a second cookie but her aunt says “you’ll get huge if you keep eating.” She wants a dress and the woman in the changing room says “she’ll probably need a large in that.” She wants to have dessert and her waiter says “After all that dinner you just had? You must be really hungry!” and her parents laugh.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eleven and she is picked second-to-last in gym class. She watches a cartoon and sees that everyone who is annoying is drawn with a big wide body, all sweaty and panting. At night she dreams she is swelling like the ocean over seabeds. When she wakes up, she skips school.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is thirteen and her friends are stick-thin ballerinas with valleys between their hipbones. She is instead developing the wide curves of her mother. She says she is thick but her friends argue that she’s “muscular” and for some reason this hurts worse than just admitting that she jiggles when she walks and she’ll never be a dancer. Eating seconds of anything feels like she’s breaking some unspoken rule. The word “indulgent” starts to go along with “food.”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fourteen and she has stopped drinking soda and juice because they bloat you. She always takes the stairs. She fidgets when she has to sit still. Whenever she goes out for ice cream, she leaves half at the bottom - but someone else always leaves more and she feels like she’s falling. She pretends to like salad more than she does. She feels eyes burrowing through her body while she eats lunch. Kate Moss tells her nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, but she just feels like she is wilting.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fifteen the first time her father says “you’re getting gaunt.” She rolls her eyes. She eats one meal a day but thinks she stays the same size. Every time she picks up a brownie she thinks of the people she sees on t.v. and every time she has cake, she thinks of the one million magazine articles on restricting calories. She used to have no idea a flat stomach was supposed to be beautiful until she saw advice on how to achieve it. She cuts back on everything. She controls. They tell her she’s getting too thin but she doesn’t believe it.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is sixteen and tearing herself into shreds in order for a thigh gap big enough to hush the screams in her head. She doesn’t “indulge,” ever. She can’t go out with friends, they expect her to eat. She damns her sweet tooth directly to hell. It’s coffee for breakfast and tea for lunch and if there’s dance that evening, two cups of water and then maybe an apple. She lies all the time until she thinks the words will rot her teeth. She dreams about food when she sleeps. Her aunt begs her to eat anything, even just a small cookie. They say, “One bite won’t make you fat, will it, darling?”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is seventeen and too sick to go to prom because she can’t stand up for very long. She thinks she wouldn’t look good in a dress anyway. Her nails are blue and not because they are painted. Her hair is too thin to do anything with. She’s tired all the time and always distracted. She once absently mentions the caloric value of grapes to the boy she is with and he looks at her like she’s gone insane and in that moment she realizes most people don’t have numbers constantly scrolling in their heads. She swallows hard and tries to figure out where it all went wrong, why more than a granola bar for a meal makes her feel sick, why she tastes disease and courts with death. She misses sleep. She misses being able to dream. She misses being herself instead of just being empty.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is twenty and writes poetry and is a healthy weight and still fights down the voices every single day. She puts food in her mouth and sometimes cries about it but more and more often feels good, feels balanced. Her cheeks are pink and they are chubby and soft and no longer growing slight fur. Her hair is long and it is beautiful. She still picks herself apart in the mirror, but she’s starting to get better about it. She wears the dress she likes even if it only fits her in a large and she doesn’t feel like a failure for it. She is falling in love with the fat on her hips.

She is eating out with friends and not worrying about finding the lowest calorie item on the menu when she hears a mother tell her four year old daughter “You can’t have ice cream, we just had dinner.
You don’t want to end up as a fat little girl.”

Why do we constantly do this to our children? /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

Middle School Girls Protest Sexist Dress Code: ‘Are My Pants Lowering Your Test Scores?’

foryoursexualinformation:

I am not sure how to fix the gendered language in this because it is such a specific topic but I would love to add in some perspective that may be able to include trans bodies.

One, the policing of feminine clothing says something because if dmab people wear short skirts/tight pants/etc, schools have been known to not care because the body is still read as “male.” Big pieces of transmisogyny.

Another, policing bodies in gender just makes me mad so please add your commentary on the whole school dress code policy please!

http://alymcdork.tumblr.com/post/80963348348/i-once-had-a-guy-tell-me-i-once-had-a-guy-tell

alymcdork:

i-once-had-a-guy-tell-me:

I once had a guy tell me that I can’t be a feminist if I’m not vegan.

(submitted by feministrocker)

Industries that exploit animals thrive on violence against female non-human animals. Eggs come from female chickens, and they must be forcibly impregnated and…

cotedestarkid:

timmywestside:

kindersenpai:

girlyteenagenerd:

Best avatar cosplays ever!

The last one,omg!~

Oh look, Nina showed up on my dash.

My friend is a professional contortionist so I told her to cosplay Ty lee at NYCC! She will be perfect!

starangeandunusual:

Girls don’t like boys, girls like fanfiction, food and middle aged celebrities.

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(Source: belleuse)

afreshorange:

Headcanon that Carlos is constantly teased by his fellow scientists for being “the cute one” and he’s a huge baby about it. So he goes home and curls up in Cecil’s lap and pouts like, “I’m not cute I’m science.”

(Source: ornjuice)