Why are pole dancers usually mostly naked (and why am I usually not)?
I get this question from both directions, depending on how familiar people are with pole. In truth, I prefer the chrome for dancing, but silicone is better for videos.
Ok. Wild. I’ve not seen such a good optical illusion before.
I couldn’t see it at first but after I looked at it a few moments later it suddenly happened. Turns out I tried to focus on circles that didn’t exist and looked in the wrong place so I overlooked the actual circles.
This is wild. It’s well hidden, hiding in plain sight
A Christmas Carol never even says that Scrooge gives up anything at all, or even somehow stops being super-rich. He just stops being a dick about it and starts using his wealth to help people. Scrooge isn’t even written as an indictment of rich people, since plenty others appear in the story and are presented as perfectly nice people. Scrooge is a miser. He doesn’t even use his money to help himself, which is called out as the reason he dies within the year. Learning to care for himself is just as much part of the Ghosts’ lessons as learning to care for other people.
how dare Charles Dickens, a man once sent to work in a factory at age 12 while his father was in debtors’ prison, inflict such Wokery upon us as “caring about the poor”
If anyone is curious what she says directly after this quote:
When one or the other of these thought patterns makes it hard to throw things away, we can’t see what we really need now, at this moment. We aren’t sure what would satisfy us or what we are looking for. As a result, we increase the number of unnecessary possessions, burying ourselves both physically and mentally in superfluous things.
The best way to find out what we really need is to get rid of what we don’t. Quests to faraway places or shopping sprees are no longer necessary. All you have to do is eliminate what you don’t need by confronting each of your possessions properly. The process of facing and selecting our possessions can be quite painful. It forces us to confront our imperfections and inadequacies and the foolish choices we made in the past.
Many times when confronting my past during the tidying process I have been so ashamed. My collection of scented erasers from primary school, the animation-related goods that I collected in junior high school, clothes I bought in high school when I was trying to act grown up but which didn’t suit me at all, handbags I bought even though I didn’t need them just because I liked the look of them in the shop.
The things we own are real. They exist here and now as a result of choices made in the past by no one other than ourselves. It is wrong to ignore them or to discard them indiscriminately as if denying the choices we made. This is why I am against both letting things pile up and dumping things without proper consideration. It is only when we face the things we own one by one and experience the emotions they evoke that we can truly appreciate our relationship with them.
There are three approaches we can take towards our possessions. Face them now, face them sometime, or avoid them until the day we die. The choice is ours. But I personally believe it is far better to face them now. If we acknowledge our attachment to the past and our fears for the future by honestly looking at our possessions, we will be able to see what is really important to us.
This process in turn helps us to identify our values and reduces doubt and confusion when making life decisions. If we can have confidence in our decisions and launch enthusiastically into action without any doubts holding us back, we will be able to achieve much more. In other words, the sooner we confront our possessions the better. If you are going to put your house in order, do it now.
did i ever tell you guy about the time i got stuck in a room with the kpop band BTS in the santiago airport in 2017
so at the time i was traveling a lot for work, which is important context because it meant that i’d gotten very – or, one might argue, TOO – comfortable in airports and also that i was constantly in the wrong timezone and almost never thinking like a regular person. and on this particular trip i’d been in like 4 different countries and santiago was my last stop and literally all i wanted to do was like, get there, get to my hotel, and sleep. but for reasons that were not clear to me at the time, the airport seemed to be conspiring to keep me from doing this, because it was busy and because – it seemed – it was understaffed, with people being funneled through just one exit door.
these reasons would become clear to me in short order.
now, part of the problem, in defense of the airport and its staff, was that at the time i was carrying this huge plank, which was sort of supposed to be a cheese board, but it didn’t look like a cheese board, it just looked like a huge plank. and the reason i was carrying it was because it had been a gift from the staff of a homeless shelter i’d just been at. and i’m not saying that so that you guys know i’m a good person i’m saying it because i need you to picture me with huge dark circles under my eyes, carrying a suitcase and this massive, misshapen plank that i kept insisting was “for cheese.”
TSA was like “hey girl. what’s this?” and i was like “it’s wood.” and they were like “yeah. why do you. have it?” and i was like, “the homeless people gave it to me. for cheese.”
i speak better spanish than just mindlessly repeating “it’s for cheese. it’s FOR CHEESE. IT’S FOR CHEESE,” but at that point in my journey i was so tired that i didn’t understand what they weren’t understanding.
it’s wood! it’s for cheese! what’s the problem!!!!!!
anyway, once we all agreed that it was okay for me to keep my Cheese Wood, and having been to santiago many times before this, i knew that there was another exit door after customs. even though we were all sort of being funneled toward Door B, there was nobody stationed in front of Door A, and it didn’t seem like you weren’t allowed to go, it just seemed like one of those things where because the only bag-X-ray-machine things in use were close to Door B, that’s where everyone was going.
so in my little brain i thought, aha. this is one of those things where people join lines but they don’t have to! this is sheepery! i’m taking my cheese wood and i’m going rogue.
so anyway i went through Door A.
you know how usually when you go through the first set of doors in an airport you enter into this big bustling area where all the car rentals and currency exchanges etc are and it’s stressful and busy?
this was not like that.
this was like that guy on tiktok who’s like “oooo i’m in a parallel universe where i’m the only one left on earth” except in my case it was me, a single Avis employee, and, of course, the extremely famous kpop band BTS.
i should clarify that at the time i did not know that it was BTS.
i didn’t even know who BTS were.
i had at that point watched “coffee prince” and “princess hours” and that was the extent of my k-entertainment knowledge.
what i knew was that it was me, a single Avis employee, and 7 boys in face masks and a wild array of hair colors who were all staring at me and my Cheese Wood with looks of increasing alarm.
the room got very quiet. there were a couple of cameramen if i’m remembering rightly, and a woman with like …. a clipboard or something?, and then this group of boys, all of whom were now looking at me.
i was tired but not a moron so i very quickly realized this was not a room meant for me so i turned around, but i had gone through one of those doors where once you go through in one direction you can’t go back. so i was stuck.
i turned around again. they were still all looking at me.
i was like, “uhhhhh.”
they were like, “uhhhhh.”
the poor lady with the clipboard said something very nervously in korean, presumably whatever is korean for, “uhhhhh.”
anyway, one thing about me is, i frequently find myself in situations where the only way out is through, so what i did was kind of half wave my Cheese Wood at them – which made EVERYBODY flinch – and then go over to the Avis employee and say, “i need to get a taxi.”
he was like, “you might … want to wait?” and gestured at the guys standing in the middle of the room, who were still looking at me with what was rapidly becoming clear was worry.
i’m going to assume it was because i looked terrible, and, once again i must remind you, was carrying a massive, badly-carved object that i’d just waved at them.
i’m a little nervous about putting any other words in quotations, bc no offense but BTS fans are very intense and i don’t want to inaccurately quote their beloveds, but i think once it became clear to them that i wasn’t a threat, i was just stupid, everybody seemed to relax.
in english, i said, “should i wait?” and gestured at the door.
one of them, and i’m really sorry but i have no idea which, the only thing i remember about them was one had blue hair and one very like … reddish? like you know that kpop red hair color??, said, “you should go first.”
in hindsight this was both probably a good idea and also: a terrible one.
so the Avis guy went over to the taxi stand and reserved me a taxi and let me pay in advance. we were all kind of standing awkwardly. i was like, “sorry about this.”
the BTS boys were very nice to me. we didn’t really talk a lot, we sort of did that thing where we laughed companionably at each other about how weird the situation was, and they were like, “it’s okay,” when i kept apologizing. i kind of remember that we nervously kind of chatted about nothing, but they were clearly nervous and i was very embarrassed so i sort of blacked it all out. i feel like mostly i was speaking to the one with red hair? and white hair, i think one had white hair?
(sorry. i know it will matter a lot to people who love this band which of them were speaking to me but i didn’t know them at the time so i can’t tell you.)
eventually Clipboard Lady came over and started gesturing toward the door, indicating i should go. i looked at the band for confirmation. the one who’d been speaking to me was like, “yeah, it’s okay, you can go.” and then paused, and then, i do remember this, went, “umm, good luck.”
i was like ????? bro i’ve taken taxis before and i speak fluent spanish, but i didn’t say that out loud. out loud i said, “thanks! you too,” and then felt very stupid about it.
the band stepped back, which i now know was so that they couldn’t be seen through the doors when they opened, but at the time sort of felt like they were gently clearing the way for the dumb stray with her huge stick that they’d found. i waved goodbye. they waved back. i stepped forward. the doors began to open.
a roar went up.
i mean like.
it was loud. we were at an airport and it was louder than the planes, it felt like. they were so excited. they were going to see the band they loved!!!!! BTS was coming out!!!!
BTS was not.
mollyhall was coming out.
i have never disappointed so many people all at one time, and i once broke the news about notre dame being on fire to all of versailles.
the speed at which silence fell will honestly probably haunt me forever. eventually, one girl went, “WHERE ARE THEY?”
i pointed at the airport. “they’re in the airport,” i said. i didn’t have to shout. that’s how quiet it was.
“do you know them????”
i was like, “no. i’m just trying to get to my hotel.” i waved my cheese wood as if this would somehow make clear that i was here on business that had nothing to do with the 7 korean boys in the room behind me.
the girl said, “when are they coming out?”
“i honestly have no idea. probably soon?” i guessed, and was saved from more questions by somebody’s dad taking pity on me and leading me to where the taxis were waiting.
“what’s that?” he asked as he helped me lift my suitcase into the trunk, pointing at the plank in my hand.
“it’s for cheese,” i said.
oh right. i found out who they were because once i was in my taxi i texted a friend to be like “the weirdest thing just happened” and she didn’t respond for 10 minutes and then texted back, “you dumb bitch that’s BTS.”
I feel like I haven’t seen a mollyhall story since 2017 oh my god!!! And now here you are just posting!!! This is great!
Cuttlefish can change color to fade into the background. It can do it amazingly fast.
more importantly they’re walkin on little peets
This is a Flamboyant Cuttlefish, which does not need to blend in, because it’s poisonous! The colors advertise that. They also don’t swim often because they aren’t very buoyant, which they can get away with, because again, poisonous.
Also they’re tiny.
This just in! Gay cuttlefish is out and proud and will kill you on contact! :D
A random blog about my favorite fandom Fullmetal Alchemist and various things that I find funny. I reblog a lot more fandoms now but mostly FMA still. I post whatever I want. I tag posts unsuitable for viewing at work as osha violation so tumblr doesn't nuke them if anyone needs to tag filter
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