everyone who likes coconut water is lying
I’m working to resume producing Science Hive, in whatever form seems best.
I think I’m going to try to continue with a video format but considerably shower and briefer topics.
PLEASE GIVE ME SCIENCE TOPICS YOU WOULD BE INTERESTED IN HEARING ABOUT. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?
"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….
First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”
But here is what I think you should know.
You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.
You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.
You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).
You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.
In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.
In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”❞
There was a split second there where his like, “wait, what? bro what are you doing?”
On more serious note, PTSD dogs for veterans are so fucking therapeutic. They’re like the one person you can spill your guts to and never worry about ever being judged or have that secret divulged. There are times when I definitely prefer the company of a dog over a human.
Therapy animals save lives.
These dogs are even still so much more amazing. They check rooms before their handler enters, so they can clear it to help the person feel safe. Like in the gif, they are there when panic attacks or nightmares occur, to be something for the person to help ground themselves on, or yes just to turn on the lights. Even more amazing, many people are able to reduce their medication when they have a PTSD service dog there to help them. These dogs are useful for not just veterans, but also victims of abuse, accident trauma, natural disasters, and others. Their training allows them to be useful in situations where medical assistance is needed, as well. Some PTSD dogs are trained to recognize repetitive behaviours in handlers, and signal the handler to break the repetition and stopping the behaviour and possibly injury.
Service dogs in general are just awesome. Remember to respect any that you see out in public. They are not there for you to walk up to and play with, even the puppies!
I was reading an article of a service dog helping a person with schizophrenia. she stated that when she was seeing or hearing things and notices the dog is not reacting in any way, then she is able to ground herself, realizing what she was experiencing was not real and could work through it easier and is more able to ignore the delusions. And she pointed out she feels more comfortable with a service dog as well because well, dogs don’t judge and get angry for things like this
I teared up about this whole post to be honest.
i’ll never not reblog this post. it is so important.
I cried a little about this
21-year-old student and photographer Cristina Hoch captures powerfully expressive portraits of family and friends. With high contrast, low saturation, and cool tones, her compelling photos focus on the eyes of the subject, resulting in a piercing stare that not only expresses deep emotions, but also seems to peer right into the viewer’s soul
I talked over my post-graduate plans with my mum and was talking about all the back-up ideas I had (I spent my entire workday looking up possible jobs to reassure myself that I’m qualified for shit) and like…. my only qualification for jobs is that they be in that state of California. That’s it. I don’t care what else. I just want to get back into the state and then figure my shit out.
And everything I told her, she was like…. ehhhh, that’s so far away.
Like the science communication program I want. It’s in Santa Cruz. It’s a three hour drive to get from Santa Cruz to my parents’ house. THREE HOURS.
For undergrad, I went to school a 6 hour drive away.
FOR GRAD SCHOOL, I REQUIRE A BUS, TWO FLIGHTS, AND A CAR. IT’S 2,500 MILES. PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING I DO WITHIN THIS COUNTRY WILL BE CLOSER THAN I AM RIGHT NOW.
*cries about the lack of fact-checking on the internet….*