Many adults are put off when youngsters pose scientific questions. Children ask why the sun is yellow, or what a dream is, or how deep you can dig a hole, or when is the world’s birthday, or why we have toes.
Too many teachers and parents answer with irritation or ridicule, or quickly move on to something else. Why adults should pretend to omniscience before a five-year-old, I can’t for the life of me understand. What’s wrong with admitting that you don’t know? Children soon recognize that somehow this kind of question annoys many adults. A few more experiences like this, and another child has been lost to science.
There are many better responses. If we have an idea of the answer, we could try to explain. If we don’t, we could go to the encyclopedia or the library. Or we might say to the child: “I don’t know the answer. Maybe no one knows. Maybe when you grow up, you’ll be the first to find out.
Carl Sagan (via perfect)
I don’t think I can really express the words for how Sailor Moon was so formative to my childhood, for something I don’t think about that deeply anymore. I watched every episode after school faithfully, no matter how many reruns. So faithfully, in fact, that when I missed my first episode I cried for an hour, my nine-year-old heart was so devastated. That’s not an exaggeration, I really did cry into my pillow for an hour. Adorable.
I can also say Sailor Moon was probably what actually got me to want to start drawing cartoons in the way that I do today. I would carefully trace many official pictures just so I can understand Usagi’s design and draw her better. Usagi was kind of my hero, I think. She kind of symbolized what I felt like (and I think what a lot of other girls that age felt like) in that even though you’re a bumbling, dimwitted, goofy nobody… that when it matters—and especially when everything is stacked against you and everyone’s beating you down—you can rise up to be a magnificent princess, take charge, be strong, and you can change the world for the better.
I was teased a lot for liking Sailor Moon as much as I did. But it was the only show growing up that I felt really was about girls and not the IDEA of being girls? Like, I see people criticizing that it’s mostly about boys or food but gosh, the monster of the week episodes always centered around having petty, greedy and outright ugly feelings many people face day to day manipulated to get the better of them, and then a bunch of girls show up from nowhere in awesome outfits to save you from yourself with sparkles and magic and love and leave you happier for it. That’s so fucking awesome. I’m so glad I got to grow up with that.
http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/tue-october-29-2013/last-gay-standing there’s the video, it’s awesome
But, even if you’re not fat, if you’re a woman, you’re probably still so caught up with your toxic weight shit that you can’t even see straight. During my working life I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been part of these ridiculous workplace group diets. Almost all of the participants have been women. Sometimes they even try to bribe one another with money. They all put in ten dollars on the first week and whoever loses the most wins the pool at the end of 4 months, or whatever it is. Look, I’m like you. I’ve done it too. And at a perfectly normal, healthy weight I’ve done it. All because of a sick, shitful, ugly little voice in the back of my head that tells me I ought to be smaller.
And that’s the rub, right there. Exactly why do we want to be smaller? What exactly is the appeal of being smaller? How does it benefit us? Does it make us better mothers? Better students? Better lovers? Better artists? Scientists? Friends? Does it make us more badass badasses?
No, no, no, no, no. You must see that it doesn’t. It doesn’t do anything but make us smaller.
Babies and puppies are small. So are dimes and Skittles. You’re a fucking woman. A woman! You are entitled to occupy as much fucking space as you like with your awesomeness, and you better be suspicious as fuck of anybody who tells you differently.
Why, ladies? Why must we continue to whittle ourselves down? Who is it for? What is it for? You can walk through a certain aisle at the pharmacy or at the grocery store and see the language of diminishment all over the packaging for weight loss aids of all kinds. “Shrink your waist.” “Lose inches off your thighs.” “Slim down.” “Get skinny.”
How about “Grow your mind.” “Increase your confidence and productivity.” “Beef up your knowledge.” “Enlarge your scope of asskicking.”
That’s a valid message for women and girls: grow, expand, branch out, open up, get bigger, wider, faster, stronger, better, smarter. Go up not down. Get strong, not skinny.
You are not here to get smaller. You are not here to have a thin waist and thighs. You are not here to disappear. You’re here to change the world! Change the fucking world, then! Forget about “losing a few pounds.” Think about what you could be gaining instead.
Never, never burn a book.
Never melt a film.
Never bomb a statue, rip and tear a canvas, shatter a mosaic.
Do not fail to preserve the precious and ephemeral art of the digital age.
Never burn a book.
Never destroy a book.
Never allow others to destroy a book.
Essay and art by Sam Keeper
It still is blowing my mind that people like my shit enough to repost in this fashion, especially an article like this that’s over a year old.
I have to admit that I do like both the article and the image, though… part of me feels like the image deserves to get refined and finished as a real poster but I’m not honestly sure when I’d find the time or whether anyone would actually find it interesting. The article’s a bit rough around the edges, too, but maybe it needed to be.
As a mashup of notions, though, I’m really proud of the picture. At least conceptually.