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Women being shamed for having body hair is a wild ass concept. We can’t even say its a Personal Preference at this point. It is a Certain expectation that women be smooth in the arm, bare in the leg, and bald in the coochie. To the point where we are Shamed if we are not. And then when we show signs of hair removal, like the dark pubic area, razor bump, ingrown hairs, we’re shamed for that too. And I know that there will be women in my comments saying that I'm Wrong because body hair is “unhygienic” but if hair removal products disappeared tomorrow then I'm sure y’all would figure out how to wash your ass just as effectively. And why is hair only dirty for women? No one bats an eye when men have bundles and a closure under their arms. And I know women have different reasons for hair removal—this is not a debate about whether it’s right or wrong. But the expectation that we remove our hair is largely based on sexist, predatory, and even racist ideology. I’m just sayin’.
i learned of Theodore Hall, among the youngest Manhattan Project scientists. Finished high school at 14, graduated from Harvard at 18, and recruited for the nuclear program at 19. Fifty years later, near death, he admitted to having been a Soviet informant the entire time (x)

tbh the fact that its almost 2022 is fine, like its fine whatever. the fact that 2012 was now a decade ago? life ruining. inconsolable etc etc
IMPORTANT DISCOVERY
Jumping spider using an acorn cap as a boat in the hot tub.

(It was safely removed after I took a few pics and this video. Our pool stuff is saltwater instead of chlorine, so it didn’t seem to be in immediate danger while floating in its little boat. Not sure if it fell in with the cap or happened to fall in and swim/crawl(via surface tension) to it, but either way this concept belongs in every fantasy thing ever.)

I swear jumping spiders are just the most effortlessly charming little animals; this is like something out of a children’s book illustration. So glad this charming arachnid made it to safety!
Not to be dramatic but I would die for Samantha may she be fat and happy on fruit flies and seed shrimp forever
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question ‘Whither?’
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
Reluctance, by Robert Frost.
It’s that time of the year again. Here’s a perfect description of the end of autumn, or is it love? Or is it life?

(via geopsych)



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