You know, funny story: There’s this craft store called Michaels. Look, my sister knits, and she goes to Michaels. So my sister called me and she’s like, “Oh my god, I’m at Michaels, picking up yarn. You have a poster at Michaels.” I’m like, “What?” She’s like, “There’s a poster, there’s a Falcon poster at Michaels.” I’m like, “Holy s**t!” She’s like, “I’m gonna come and pick you up, and we’re gonna see your poster in this store.” So she picks me up and we go to Michaels.
We go in, and I see the poster and I’m like, “Oh, this is….” She’s like, “I know, I know.” I said, “I’m gonna sign these posters.” I was like, “That would be amazing, you buy a poster and it’s like, actually signed by the Falcon.” Like, it would blow my mind. So I go to the front, I buy a Sharpie, I run back to the back of the store. And she’s like, “I’m gonna take a picture of you signing it.”
I’m in this store and I’m signing all the posters. The manager comes out, he’s like, “Hey, whatcha doing?” I was like, “Oh man, I’m signing these posters so when people buy ‘em, they’re signed.” He’s like, “Well, people are not gonna buy ‘em if they’re signed.” And I was like, “No, no, no, it’s cool. I’m pretty sure there won’t be a problem.” And he goes, “Yeah, but it is gonna be a problem, you’re messin’ up my inventory.” And I’m like, “No, my man, trust me. I mean, I’m the Falcon, that’s me!” And he goes, “Yeah, right. You’re gonna buy those posters.” I said, “What?” He’s like, “You’re gonna buy all those posters or I’m gonna call the police.”
He rolls up all the posters and goes to the front of the store. And I had to buy like 60 Falcon posters that I signed in Michaels.”
Kate of Eat the Damn Cake, The Stupidity of “Natural” Beauty (via theimperfectascent)
I lost whole years of my life to self-loathing and self-sabotaging because I couldn’t sustain being ‘gifted’. Don’t make the same mistake.
This is so, so important for teachers to understand. I try, in every report card, to focus on effort, not natural ability. And you know what? It makes a big difference in my classroom.
Like, how boring is your life if your blog isn’t even about your own opinions, but just about how other people’s opinions shouldn’t be a thing? It’s like having a website that doesn’t review movies, it reviews movie reviews. “Slate thought Captain America 2 was good. But the Times thought it was BAD. Lol, why is ‘movie reviewer’ even a job? CHECKMATE.”
Nothing says “I am a completely redundant human being” like “my hobby is spending hours and hours finding random brown people who have opinions and compiling them to showcase on my ‘ha ha what is with brown people having opinions, they should hush’ blog.” “This lady once typed a sarcastic one-sentence comment on a one-sentence post about a Disney movie, and I am going to show how superior and mature I am by calling her names!” Daring! Original! Bold! An accomplishment for the ages!
This whole “anti-SJW” thing confuses me. It’s one thing to be critical of “SJWs” who are, like, going after people and being nasty to them or something, that almost amounts to an opinion and allows someone to feel righteous about their moral high ground, but it’s kind of scraping the bottom of the barrel to be like, “Check out THIS social justice warrior! She expressed an opinion on the cinema of our day toward nobody in particular. I found another one! They’re so ridiculous and abusive, and they must be stopped.”
The “anti-SJW” people seem to have found me. They are upset about “perpetually-offended womenchildren” who apparently go around looking for things to be offended by. That is why they SCOUR THE INTERNET looking for people talking amongst themselves about anything to do with, like, race or whatever, so they can post about how mad it makes them and how silly it is. “SJWs” are wasting their time, so it is really important to make whole blogs about how “SJWs” need to stop talking and go away forever.
Also, they’re more rational and logical than everyone else! Cheers, kids.