you keep saying “we’re all human” but all i hear is “i want to completely ignore institutionalised oppression and shut my eyes and pretend everyone is treated equally to escape the guilt of the numerous privileges i’m afforded”
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you keep saying “we’re all human” but all i hear is “i want to completely ignore institutionalised oppression and shut my eyes and pretend everyone is treated equally to escape the guilt of the numerous privileges i’m afforded”
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So, cutting to the chase: I’m poor as hell. I can barely afford food; I just lost my job but am unable to collect unemployment; I have no income; my family can’t ease my way; and I have to pay rent at the beginning of next month, which will…
#he did this BY HIMSELF #he turned his home into a synthesizing lab and discovered a brand new element ALONE #if you think tony stark isn’t the greatest you’re wrong
A lot of people say in Avengers, Tony is a normal man who only saves the world with huge amounts of money. But look at this and tell me he doesn’t have a super power. His GENIUS is a fucking super power.
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So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
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