hamburgerjack:
rabbleprochoice:
motherjones:
Bayer’s neonicotinoid pesticides, which now coat upwards of 90 percent of US corn seeds and seeds of increasing portions of other major crops like soy, have emerged as a likely trigger for colony collapse disorder.
I know this has absolutely nothing to do with reproductive rights, but I’ve been following this colony collapse disorder stuff for years and this is really fucking important.
Spread this far and wide people. This affects us all.
Love,
Rabble
Bees basically pollenate most of the plants, the most advanced ones anyway. I mean if they all died, you’d be back to the wind/water pollenators, but that doesn’t bode well for… well
A lot of shit, considering that’d be about 80% of fucking trees and plants that could go bye bye. I mean, humans could step in and try and do something
But we’re a lot better at fucking shit up.
Poverty is not simply having no money — it is isolation, vulnerability, humiliation and mistrust. It is not being able to differentiate between employers and exploiters and abusers. It is contempt for the simplistic illusion of meritocracy — the idea that what we get is what we work for. It is knowing that your mother, with her arthritic joints and her maddening insomnia and her post-traumatic stress disordered heart, goes to work until two in the morning waiting tables for less than minimum wage, or pushes a janitor’s cart and cleans the shit-filled toilets of polished professionals. It is entering a room full of people and seeing not only individual people, but violent systems and stark divisions. It is the violence of untreated mental illness exacerbated by the fact that reality, from some vantage points, really does resemble a psychotic nightmare. It is the violence of abuse and assault which is ignored or minimized by police officers, social services, and courts of law. Poverty is conflict. And for poor kids lucky enough to have the chance to “move up,” it is the conflict between remaining oppressed or collaborating with the oppressor.
All women dream of meeting a partner who will like our bodies as they are. We long for partners who will offer affirmation and unconditional acceptance, particularly if we have never been affirmed or were affirmed only as children in our families of origin. We long for acceptance of our physical beings, to be admired as we are, even as we withhold affirmation from ourselves. This is the worst form of self-sabotage. We can “start where we are” by offering ourselves that gaze of approval we long to see in the eyes of someone else. The more we love our flesh, the more others will delight in its bounty. As we love the female body, we are able to let it be the ground on which we build a deeper relationship to ourselves—a loving relationship uniting mind, body, and spirit.
The Future of Storytelling
One of my friends is working on this great new project called bxxweb haunted. It’s basically an interactive site that follows a team of paranormal investigators in a haunted house. What makes it very cool is that you can click on different camera angles of the house to find out what’s going on. Because it follows a nonlinear way of telling a story, it’s easier to select one of the characters and follow them around.
View the story and tutorial here:
http://www.bxxweb.com/
Be warned, not for the faint of heart!
Youths are passed through schools that don’t teach, then forced to search for jobs that don’t exist and finally left stranded in the street to stare at the glamorous lives advertised around them.
Why would we go to war on women? They don’t have any oil.
The greatest ignorance is to reject something you know nothing about
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Happiness is the meaning and purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence
