Me flirting with someone I’m not emotionally invested in:
Me flirting with someone I actually like:
Teachers are often unaware of the gender distribution of talk in their classrooms. They usually consider that they give equal amounts of attention to girls and boys, and it is only when they make a tape recording that they realize that boys are dominating the interactions. Dale Spender, an Australian feminist who has been a strong advocate of female rights in this area, noted that teachers who tried to restore the balance by deliberately ‘favouring’ the girls were astounded to find that despite their efforts they continued to devote more time to the boys in their classrooms. Another study reported that a male science teacher who managed to create an atmosphere in which girls and boys contributed more equally to discussion felt that he was devoting 90 per cent of his attention to the girls. And so did his male pupils. They complained vociferously that the girls were getting too much talking time.
In other public contexts, too, such as seminars and debates, when women and men are deliberately given an equal amount of the highly valued talking time, there is often a perception that they are getting more than their fair share. Dale Spender explains this as follows:
“The talkativeness of women has been gauged in comparison not with men but with silence. Women have not been judged on the grounds of whether they talk more than men, but of whether they talk more than silent women.”
In other words, if women talk at all, this may be perceived as ‘too much’ by men who expect them to provide a silent, decorative background in many social contexts.
Today’s crd preview from my new Azúcar Bone Oracle is “Fog”
- This card reminds us that a light still shines even in the toughest days or situations. Step back and take a deep breath. -
The oracle deck will be available later this fall on my Etsy!
#azúcarboneoracle #oracle #divination #metaphysical
A perfect card for this mist-clad day in bonnie auld Scotland. <3
look at this
I don’t even know where to begin.
I’ve been watching this guy’s livestreams for a few days now. He’s super positive and really nice to all his viewers, answering everything he can. Also considering his abilities he is really good at Diablo III and WoW. Like the fact that I could have been playing WoW with people like him and getting my ass handed to me by them is part of the reason I appreciate video games as a form of therapy.
"I’m really feeling good about myself!"
This makes me SO happy. Amazing!
my God is dark, and like a webbing made
of a hundred roots, that drink in silence.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Hours (via abattoirette)
Remus Arthur Potter, you were named after two men who looked out for my safety and cared about my well-being out of altruism and decency rather than because I was a tool for them to use or because I was someone’s son.
In the past three years, while his classmates were doing homework and playing sports, Moziah Bridges built himself a $150,000 business.
That’s right—he started his business at nine years old. Not yet a teenager, Moziah now has five staff and has received a ton of media attention, from an appearance on the TV show ‘Shark Week’ to features in O Magazine and Vogue.
"I like to wear bow ties because they make me look good and feel good," Moziah writes on his website. "Designing a colorful bow tie is just part of my vision to make the world a fun and happier place."
Ever the fashionista, he’s reveled in style from a young age. At four years old, Moziah wore a suit and tie whenever possible and insisted on dressing himself.
His business, Mo’s Bows, was born of his love for bow ties and his dissatisfaction with the selection available for kids his age. Even worse than the poor color selection, they were all clip-ons—Moziah believed real men should tie their own ties. His grandmother taught him to sew by hand and to use a sewing machine, using scraps to create his favorite neckwear.
Within a few months, he had created his own collection of over two dozen bow ties. Friends and family fell in love with his creations. Moziah upped his production, fashioning tidy bow ties from his grandmother’s vintage fabrics in an array of floral and African prints, and even scraps of old taffeta dresses.
Word of mouth worked its magic, and soon Moziah was taking orders through Facebook and selling on his own Etsy store. As demand increased, his mother, grandmother and other family came on board to help with production.
Today, each bow tie is still sewn from scratch, though Moziah has expanded from vintage materials to tweeds and ginghams, with a formal line of satins and silk. His bow ties are available in his own web store, on Etsy, and in boutiques throughout Texas, South Carolina and Tennessee.
When asked who his role models are, he said he looks up to Daymond John, who became his mentor as a result of the ‘Shark Week’ appearance.
As if his early success in business weren’t enough, Moziah has also become something of a young philanthropist. This summer, he donated $1,600 to send ten children from his hometown of Memphis to Glenview Summer Camp.
In a post on his blog, Moziah wrote, “Memphis is ranked the highest of child hunger; most kids only get a meal when school is in session. At the community center, the kids get a meal and play time. Giving back to my community really helped me feel humble. It also makes me smile because I see other kids smiling and enjoying the camp.”
What’s next for this inspirational kidpreneur? In a recent interview, Moziah said he wants to go college and start a full clothing line by the time he’s twenty.
He’s got it all figured out, folks; Moziah Bridges has a happy, colorful life filled with business successes, social good, work/school/life balance and solid goals for the future. And he still gets to bed at 8:30 every night!
[I have a new idol. This little man is fantastic]
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.
|—||How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)|