Just paid $30 for a fucking article like some sort of savage. I better reference it like 80x in my thesis to get my money worth.
I’ve eaten, like, one third of the whole box of fundraising chocolates this week while working late in the lab. This can only mean one thing. I’ve single handedly cured cancer/AIDS/ebola/raised enough money to fit an entire dance crew with spangly unitards/whatever the fundraising was for. Go me.
Had a car accident that was totally my fault on the way to the Department this morning to give my third year review. My son has a chest infection and has been up for hours at night and then Im in the lab all day working on my fucking PhD. I think this is what a nervous breakdown is.
The indifference that you purport feeling towards everything has become extremely tiresome. If your aim was to create this impenetrable emotional fog around everything and render me completely lost in it, you’ve succeded.
Omg you guys.
I have a conference presentation tomorrow in London and I DO NOT FEEL PREPARED AT ALL.
*rant rant rant*
yeah, panic attacks are coming.
My supervisor, who is super awesome actually, keeps talking about the future and me finishing and I just want to start crying. What is wrong…
To my son.
It’s a few days past mother’s day so I’m sorry this letter is late. Life has been pretty rough on your mother lately, not that you, my beautiful almost-three-year-old needs to concern yourself with that.
I was scared of the world as a child, I was obnoxious and self-centred as a teenager and I have been lost for most of my twenties.
Then I had you. And as I get older, and as the grounding effect that being a mother to you starts to take it’s calming hold on me, I realise that all the things smarter, older, better people have said are true. All that matters in this briefest of moments known as life, all that counts, is what you make of your legacy.
Now I’m not a brave warrior, or a gifted genius, or an inspirational leader. I have too many weaknesses to list; I tread softly on my life path. My legacy won’t be the stuff written in history books. It threatens to disappear into the universe no more than a wisp of smoke. There is only one thing that I can do that will allow me to leave this life proudly and peacefully. It is to raise you.
Beautiful child, you are the Sun of my world.
I will love you unconditionally. I will nurture you and grow you strong. I will feed and fuel your thirst for knowledge. I will cradle you when it seems as if your world is falling apart. I will expect nothing but the best from you. I will be proud of you and believe in you. You will know you are loved; you will know you can achieve whatever you desire; you will know you will never be alone.
I work every day to be a mother that you might be proud of.
I will always love you.
Thank God I found the good in goodbye
Lots of people are up in arms about this picture. Why?
Dumb person response number 1: BECAUSE ITS UNNATURAL!!
Evolutionarily, children were breastfed until 5-7 years of age. The World Health Organization recommends feeding until at least 2 years of age. It is unnatural to feed human babies the milk product of another animal.
Dumb person response number 2: Well, it might be biologically normal, but it’s not socially normal! It’s bad for the children!
Study after study shows that there is a relationship between length of time breastfeeding and IQ and social adjustment. The more you are breastfed, the smarter and better off you are academically and socially. See Actual Science below.
Kramer M.S., et al. (2008). Breastfeeding and Child Cognitive Development: New Evidence From a Large Randomized Trial. Arch Gen Psychiatry,65(5):578-584.
Mortensen, E.L., Michaelsen, K.F., Sanders, S.A., & Reinisch, J.M. (2002). The Association Between Duration of Breastfeeding and Adult Intelligence. JAMA, 287(18):2365-2371. doi: 10.1001/jama.287.18.2365
Lucas, A., Morely, R., Cole, T.J., et al. (1992). Breast milk and subsequent intelligence quotient in children born preterm. The Lancet, 339(8788):261-264.
Quinn, P.J., O’Callaghan, M., Williams, G.M. et al. (2001). The effect of breastfeeding on child development at 5 years: A cohort study. Journal of Pediatrics and Child Health, 37(5):465-469.
Dumb person response number 3: Well… well… it might be better for the child in every sense, but… but it’s just disgusting!
This has to be the saddest reply. Why? Why is it disgusting to you? Because breasts are sexual? They aren’t allowed to be functional? Some of the biggest vocal opponents of breastfeeding are men. Men are up in arms about how disgusting it is for them to see this. No concern for the health of the baby, only concern for how it makes them feel uncomfortable.
This argument isn’t about breastfeeding or not breastfeeding. It’s an argument about a woman’s role in society, under the patriarchy. It’s about how women are primarily, sexual objects. Anything they do that defies that expectation makes them abhorrent to others.
This photo shows a beautiful woman, using her body for something other than the gratification of a male adult. Its shows a woman using her breasts for what they were originally intended for. It shows an intimate, NATURAL relationship between a mother and child that has existed for millennia. Moreover, it shows a relationship that an adult male has nothing to do with.
This terrifies men. In the eyes of the patriarchy, something disgusting is happening.
Budget Day Cupcakes I baked! With the help of the biggest mate.
"We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us."
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~ Joseph Campbell
I wish I knew how to stop wanting it.
I’m off campus for my final year and I miss ANU terribly. I mostly miss the passion of university students, honed and nurtured at least partly by living in the political centre of Australia. Nobody cares about politics like Canberra university students! I love the melting pot of ideas at ANU. I love that I can’t walk for 200 metres without being bombarded with pro-environmentalist/fascist/fundamentalist Christian/communist/feminist/climate-change skeptic propaganda. This place has been my home for 8 years and I miss it so much; I miss being called a capitalist piglet at the ANU bar while debating Liberal’s economic policies over jugs of shitty beer with hardcore leftists.
If I ever become a politician, I have Canberra/ANU to thank for being the petri dish that cultivated my political ideas.
What THE fuck.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2137297/Munich-nymphomaniac-Second-victim-weeping-street.html
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/4288330/Nympho-kept-victim-captive-for-36-hour-forced-sex-session.html
http://www.heraldsun.com.au/news/the-other-side/man-left-crying-in-the-street-after-being-trapped-by-german-nymphomaniac/story-e6frfhk6-1226344539389
http://www.couriermail.com.au/entertainment/weird/man-left-crying-in-the-street-after-being-trapped-by-german-nymphomaniac/story-e6frep26-1226343335330
1. It’s called RAPE. Calling it a “forced sex session”, “forced love making” or ”ordeal” is fucking WRONG.
2. Using the word “weeping” or “crying” to describe a victim of RAPE is fucking WRONG.
3. Using a sexualised image of a woman paired with an article on RAPE is FUCKING WRONG.
4. IT’S CALLED RAPE.
Show some victim sensitivity and stop being so condescending, you fucking fucks. I filed a complaint with every single online newspaper I could find that did Numbers 1-4. THAT WAS ALL OF THEM.
