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For people who don’t have time to bathe or access to fresh water, a South African college student has a solution: a shower gel users simply rub onto their skin. One small packet replaces one bath, and users never need any water. Ludwick Marishane’s inspiration was a lazy friend, but his invention will be a boon to people who live in areas where clean water is in short supply.
Image via Science History and Facts.
out of all the aspects of millennial-bashing, i think the one that most confuses me is the “millennials all got trophies as a kid, so now they’re all self-centered narcissists” theory
like— kids are pretty smart, y’all. they can see that every kid on the team gets a trophy and is told they did a good job; they can also see that not every kid on the team deserves a trophy, and not everyone did do a good job
the logical conclusion to draw from this is not “i’m great and i deserve praise”— it’s “no matter how mediocre i am, people will still praise me to make me feel better, so i can’t trust any compliments or accolades i receive”
this is not a recipe for overconfidence and narcissism. it is a recipe for constant self-guessing, low self-esteem, and a distrust of one’s own abilities and skills.
where did this whole “ugh millennials think their so-so work is super great” thing even come from it is a goddamn mystery
what fucking kills me is, yeah, maybe we got the trophies, but who gave them out
this is not a recipe for overconfidence and narcissism. it is a recipe for constant self-guessing, low self-esteem, and a distrust of one’s own abilities and skills.
It’s also what I observed happening as a singing teacher: the older kids literally would not believe a positive word I said until I had proved I would tell them they screwed up/had done badly/etc. I did so in as useful a way as possible (“So this passage. We really need to work on this passage. A lot. This passage is not good yet.”), but with almost every adolescent I taught I had to prove I would give them straight-up criticism before they would parse my praise as anything other than meaningless “the grownups always do this” noise.
Yeah, I’ve run into this a lot. And the thing is, I’m pretty non-empathic about things most of the time. Like, I will quite seriously look at someone I really care about who is in obvious pain and just start laughing because they look funny when they’re in pain. (It is not Jesse’s fault that severe distress makes him look like kermit the frog.) And the beautiful thing is, it turns out I’m really beneficial to people who got screwed by this and ended up with no clue how to tell whether praise is meaningful or sincere, because they don’t have to know me long at all to realize that I’m actually telling them what I think, and if what I think is something they would be proud of, then they can trust that I’m not just saying it to make them feel good.
it’s even worse than that — the culture of universal praise means that a lot of adults would disguise criticism and insults as praise — backhanded compliments, very-obviously-obligatory congratulations, door-prize trophies handed off with a shrug and a sigh. and those ‘compliments’ that twist around and bite you halfway through, like “you have so much potential” and “we always expect so much from you” — oh, and let’s not forget the ‘compliment’ of adults having unrealistically high expectations and disapproving of your inability to meet them. but it’s praise, see, you should be proud that they’re never satisfied with your best efforts because they think you should be a superhero.
which teaches you that not only is praise not positive, praise is poison.
i’m a gen-x’er, btw, not a milennial. i was born in 1972. mine was the first generation raised on participation trophies, gold stars just for being a warm body, and “everyone is special!” before adults learned we’d figured out that if everyone is ‘special’ no one is special.
my parents’ generation was told that if they bust ass and don’t get sick or something, they can have a house, a car, and a living wage. that was the American Dream .
my generation was told that we can be anything! we can be ASTRONAUTS AND PRESIDENTS! ALL OF US! all you have to do is BELIEVE! because you’re SPECIAL! and then when we realized we were growing up to be regular schmoes, we got really weird about it.
i’m honestly not sure what the milennials were told, but whatever it was, i can tell y’all knew it was a ration of shit from the get-go. you’re a generation without a dream. that may be a good thing. we got fed impossible dreams and had to live through losing them. you’ve got to build your own, but from what i’ve seen, you’re doing a hell of a decent job of it.
i guess what i’m trying to say is: here’s one middle-aged guy saying i don’t think you’re a generation of narcissists. i think you’re a generation of individualists. there’s a big difference.
That’s an interesting take on millennials, actually! I consider the defining feature of the millennial generation is that we’re super-social. We band together and support one another ferociously, that I’ve noticed, though I guess also at this point it’s a bit hard to guess how much of it is just teenage cliquishness since so many of us are under-twenty.
But still it seems like 70’s and 80’s teens were a lot more overtly individualistic, removed from society, and contemptuous of society, you know? Stand-offish and uninvolved. Your average millennial now is wired right in to creating, critiquing, repairing, and re-inventing societies.
Maybe that’s why we’re so standoffish about poisonous praise? ‘You’re not living up to your potential, honey! We wanted so much more…’ the world we’re expected to fit into is gone. The standard by which we’re measured is so obviously and frustratingly warped! We want honesty and transparency, not barbed ass-pats and polite fictions. We need to diagnose problems accurately before we can go and fix them—and we want to fix these problems, we’re desperate to. But all we get is corrupt governments, rigged elections, killer cops, unpaid internships, and Time Magazine running article after article about how self-centered we are to buy an iphone.
I wonder how much more aware kids are now that they’re being lied to, you know? I think maybe it happened gradually over the last fifty years, but I know that millennial kids and boomer adults have intensely different paradigms on basically everything, especially when it comes to privacy, authority, honesty…
But of course, our parents only wanted the best for us… we were such good kids.
I feel like my generation is a lot more like how the y0’s guy was saying his generation was like so I guess nothing has really changed? GREAT
Meet Cory Nieves. He’s a dapper, 10-year old CEO of Mr. Cory’s Cookies who started his own booming cookie business in an effort to help his mom buy a car after moving from NYC to New Jersey in 2009.
Don’t you just love this?
EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS OMFG
He dresses better than I do
Dmitry Gomberg: Akrak Vazha (The Shepherd’s Way)
"This is a story about Tusheti - mountain region in the Republic of Georgia. Tusheti lies near the Chechen border and it is culturally closer to Chechens than to Georgians.
The story is about shepherds who travel every summer to their ancestors’ land Tusheti and than return to spend the winter at the bottom of the mountain. Twice a year they travel with their sheep through the pass in the Caucasus which is 3,000 meters high.
I was staying and documenting life of the Shepherds in the Caucasus mountains for 5 years. These people have been cheese makers since before Christ. Their life is simple and harsh, but beautiful.”
“More girls should join boys’ teams so it could be a tradition and it wouldn’t be so special.” - 13-year-old Mo’Ne Davis, the 18th girl to play in the Little League World Series in its 68-year history, the FIRST girl to throw a Little League World Series SHUTOUT. Her fastball? 70 MILES PER HOUR. #throwlikeagirl #BlackGirlsROCK
Peggielene Bartels, A.K.A. King Peggy, is currently the King of Otuam, Ghana. She was chosen to be one of only three female kings in Ghana, and when she discovered that male chauvinists wanted her to only be a figurehead, she said: “They were treating me like I am a second-class citizen because I am a woman. I said, ‘Hell no, you’re not going to do this to a woman!’” When she encountered corruption and the threat of embezzlement to the royal funds, she declared “I’m going to squeeze their balls so hard their eyes pop!”
King Peggy has maintained her work in Ghana’s embassy in Washington, D.C. while making education affordable in Otuam, installing borehead wells to produce clean drinking water, enforcing incarceration laws to deal with domestic violence, replenishing the royal coffers by taxing Otuam’s fishing industry to improve life in the village, and appointing three women to her council.
“Nobody should tell you, ‘You’re a woman, you can’t do it,’” she insists. “You can do it. Be ready to accept it when the calling comes.”
Quoted from the Spring/Summer 2012 issue of Ms. Magazine.
What a beautiful badass woman.
King Peggy has been on my blog before but this is my goddamn blog and I will have King Peggy on here twice if I want.
MORE FEMALE KINGS.
Always reblog King Peggy, who is on my dash far less than she should be. Did you know she has written a book about her life? It is great, and you should all get right on that if you haven’t already.
The images pieced together in the news — of corruption, poverty, violence and crime — are grim, but they don’t capture the full, textured reality of life in Mexico. As there are approximately 33.7 million Mexican-Americans living in the United States today, it is worth thinking more about what the country looks like beyond the headlines.
"Some incredible ancient murals"? That does not make them any justice. They are beautiful and wonderful, painted with the passion and ideals of the best mexican artists from the first half of XX century. They depict history, hopes, the fight and struggle of a whole country.
Mexican murals are one of the best of the world: the artistic movement known as muralism is mexican.
Nop, not just some “incredible ancient” murals.
talk street magic to me
drawing power from the metro lines
illusionists busking illegally, shimmering lights disintegrating as they run
plant mages tending tiny rooftop and windowbox gardens
elementary school kids learning basic sigils on the playground
wixen taking a while to key into the magic in new cities when they move
alchemists dealing on the side to support their experiments
middle schoolers making friendship talismans and amulets for everyone
numerologists who’ll do your math homework for $5 or divine your fortune for $10
kids mass-texting luck and speed spells when their parties get broken up by the cops
Hell yeah, let’s talk about magic.
Like elementary kids learning silly (or inappropriate) charms from each other on the bus, the same way we learned our first swear words. Clapping games across the bus aisle, but with spells instead of rhymes.
Worrying that your friend is getting into dark magic, but not knowing how to talk to them about it. Intervention programs for kids abusing hexes and runes, because magic has given them control over something for once in their life, and they’re starting to make some dangerous choices.
Psychic teachers knowing when you’re cheating. Knowing when you’re having trouble with homework. Or at home. Knowing when you need tutoring or an AP course because you’re just not being challenged or a different teaching method because you can’t process what you’re learning in class no matter how hard you try, and the teacher tells you it’s okay, they know. They know.
Magic graffiti. Graffiti in wild places, and graffiti that vanishes when certain people roll by like the police. Or graffiti that only appears when the police walk by to insult them. Murals. Swirling, living murals on the sides of buildings. Murals that—if you listen closely—can be heard, not just seen.
In the evenings, kids hiding out in someone’s backyard or an alley passing around a joint and casting minor illusions to watch while high.
Chalk artists making works that are so realistic, they come to life off of the sidewalk.
One man bands in the park, with instruments floating around playing themselves.
Punk concerts in empty lots with amped out music and lights, but noise-cancelling spells and illusion hide them in plain sight from anyone outside of the lot.
Mediums predicting people in need, and making sure to be there at just the right moment to lend them a helping hand. “You seem upset, do you need to talk?” “Oh, you’re a dollar short? No, don’t put the milk back; I’ll cover you.” “You really ought to try taking your resume to this store. Trust me.”
Necromancers in forensics speaking with the dead to solve homicides and cold cases. Living lie detectors as beat cops and detectives and DEA agents.
Strangely cheap five star food diners that bake actual love into their apple pie, and they always know your dietary restrictions without being told.
Service golems in various sizes and shapes, making sure their magic users aren’t crowded, get medical attention, go where they need to, etc. They don’t get distracted, they can be hollow to hold things like medications, and in rare instances, they seem to develop loving attachment to their users despite not being alive.
Little old landladies who dabble in witchcraft brewing homeopathic remedies for people in their apartment complex.
Street magic is an amazing concept.
It doesn’t seem dated, your attitude is dated. This is the 21st century.
Women deserve to be in STEM programs just as much as men. I’d wager they deserve to succeed in the Sciences even more than men because of the sexism and misogyny they experience.
They struggle to get in because they’re the minority, and a lot of people who could admit them are sexist (regardless of gender) because of the society they grew up in. Its not through any intellectual weakness. These women are amazing and just as smart as the men in their fields.
You have no right to say these things to these amazing women, many of whom I consider to be friends.
Wow. That seems like really fucking wrong. And offensive.
And I would love to take some more time out of my day to be pissed about it.
It seems that I have a lot of fucking science to do.
So, uh, screw that.
If anybody needs me, me and my lady bits will be getting some fucking science done.
I’m oddly excited to have been name checked by this shitty anon. Because it means that the very fact that I got into an Ivy League, top 15 science PhD program (where I fucking belong) is a giant fuck you to shitty anon. Also, shitty anons make Lewis sad. Because Lewis is a feminists science hippo.
Best way for me to deal with shitty nonnies who think women can’t do science? DO MORE SCIENCE!!!! MWAHAHAHA
Crap, I’m a woman biologist. I’d go get another career but I have a groundbreaking thesis on rapid evolution of reproductive isolation between seed beetle populations to finish.
I’m not a well-known tumblr scientist…but I am a scientist all the same. And while I could probably obtain a more gender-appropriate occupation… I’m pretty content with the fact I’m an atmospheric chemist Additionally, I am also one of the few women who have managed to be selected to intern at NASA’s airborne research program.
Do I not deserve a place in the STEM fields, anon?
Hey ladies! Mind if some physicists join in?
At the CERN visiting the CMS part of the LHC where were were working for 8 months on both computational and experimental work:
Presenting our research at a conference on Physics of Living Systems:
And visiting the Wind Tunnel experiment after presenting our research at Max Planck Institute at a Advances in Cardiac Dynamics Workshop
Yo, I haven’t posted for a while, but I’m doing a PhD in isotope geochemistry and this made me mad enough to come out of the Pb isotope lab and take this ‘selfie’ to make damn sure no-one thinks that girls can’t do science. I do what I do because I love it, and you know what? I kick ass at it. So jog on hateful anon, we’ve got science to do.
I have studied nearly every single branch of math and science including but not limited to; geology, astrophysics, mathematics, chemistry, geochemistry, geochronology, nuclear physics, micropaleontology, microbiology, astronomy, logic, physics, biology, oceanography, paleontology, and so many more. The fact that ANYONE has the fucking gall to say that women don’t belong in those subjects is absolutely ludicrous. I work harder than most people I know, and seeing someone tell me that I don’t belong in the field I have decided to dedicate my life to is beyond me. Go fuck yourself if you think that a woman doesn’t belong in STEM programs. Go. Fuck. Yourself. Let me show you how much I actually do, how much work it actually is, and how little of it some uneducated anonymous fuck would actually understand.
These are microfossils that I study. They help with finding oil that allows you to live your life in the comfort you are used to.
The tedious work of extracting mineral grains that are no larger than a speck of dust. One slip of the hand, and your data is lost.
Using laser ablation inductively coupled mass spectrometry to measure radioactive decay in microscopic mineral grains. p.s. that single grain on the screen is over a billion years old.
Did I mention countless hours of field work which includes hiking with loads over 30 pounds and elevation gains of more than 1000 feet in the scorching heat of the desert or pouring rain in the mountains to collect data? Most of which would push the physical limits of most people, yet this requires constant physical and mental work for 8 hours straight. every. single. day.
Or how about presenting research?
I know I am a successful person, and I am exactly where I belong. If you think otherwise, well, you have a lot of waking up to do.This anon makes me really sad. Lady scientists, you most certainly belong here! I love you all!
This post is so inspiring… it’s great to actually SEE ladies doing their thing in whatever STEM niche they occupy. I support all my female peers in science! (I’m a biochemistry major with a focus on pharmacology, and damn it I WILL be a doctor one day.)
Reblogging not just because special effects are cool but because body doubles, stunt doubles, acting doubles, talent doubles — all the people whose faces we’re not supposed to see but whose bodies make movies and tv shows possible — these people need and deserve more recognition. We see their bodies onscreen, delight in the shape and motion of those bodies, but even as we pick apart everything else that goes on both on and behind the screen, I just don’t see the people who are those bodies getting the love and recognition they deserve.
We’re coming to love and recognize actors who work in full-body makeup/costumes, such as Andy Serkis, or actors whose entire performances, or large chunks thereof, are motion captured or digitized (lately sometimes also Andy Serkis!). But people like Leander Deeny play an enormous part in making characters such as Steve Rogers come to life, too. Body language is a huge part of a performance and of characterization. For characters/series with a lot of action, a stunt person can have a huge influence on how we read and interpret a character, such as the influence Heidi Moneymaker has had on the style and choreography of Black Widow’s signature fighting style. Talent doubles breathe believability and discipline-specific nuance into demanding storylines.
Actors are creative people themselves, and incredibly important in building the characters we see onscreen. But if we agree that they’re more than dancing monkeys who just do whatever the directors/writers say, then we have to agree that doubles are more than that, too. Doubles make creative decisions too, and often form strong, mutually supportive relationship with actors.
Image 1: “I would like to thank Kathryn Alexandre, the most generous actor I’ve ever worked opposite.”
Image 2: “Kathryn who’s playing my double who’s incredible.”
I’ve got a relationship that goes back many, many years with Dave. And I would hate for people to just see that image of me and Dave and go, “oh, there’s Dan Radcliffe with a person in a wheelchair.” Because I would never even for a moment want them to assume that Dave was anything except for an incredibly important person in my life.
With modern tv- and film-making techniques, many characters are composite creations. The characters we see onscreen or onstage have always been team efforts, with writers, directors, makeup artists, costume designers, special effects artists, production designers, and many other people all contributing to how a character is ultimately realized in front of us. Many different techniques go into something like the creation of Skinny Steve — he’s no more all Leander Deeny than he is all Chris Evans.
But as fandom dissects the anatomy of scenes in ever-increasing detail to get at microexpressions and the minutiae of body language, let’s recognize the anatomy in the scenes, too. I don’t mean to take away from the work Chris Evans or any other actors do (he is an amazing Steve Rogers and I love him tons), but fandom needs to do better in recognizing the bodies, the other people, who make up the characters we love and some of our very favourite shots of them. Chris Evans has an amazing body, but so does Leander Deeny — that body is beautiful; that body mimicked Chris Evans’s motions with amazing, skilled precision; that body moved Steve Rogers with emotion and grace and character.
Fandom should do better than productions and creators who fail to be transparent about the doubles in their productions. On the screen, suspension of disbelief is key and the goal is to make all the effort that went into the production vanish and leave only the product itself behind. But when the film is over and the episode ends, let’s remember everyone who helped make that happen.
[ Sam Hargrave (stunt double for Chris Evans) and James Young (stunt double for Sebastian Stan, and fight choreographer), seen from behind, exchange a fistbump while in costume on the set of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. Image via lifeofkj ]
I applaud these guys as much as the suit actors in my japanese tokusatsu shows. They do just as much work.
Hat’s off to them, and my thanks for all they do.