Literally Sobbing. A Judge, A US Judge Defended Us. A Judge Brought Up Intersex People, Using The Term

So I digital painted this, I started out following a Bob Ross tutorial (Secluded Bridge) but then we hit a little waterfall and I liked the waterfall so much that I ended up doing my own thing instead.

Culture is so obsessed with the idea of lone geniuses that it doesn't really appreciate that most of the progress of science (and likely every other discipline) occurs collaboratively, in babysteps, and usually through a lot very tedious, utterly unsexy, work.

There once was a man trying to make a point about the kitchen. "The sink!" He said "the sink is the single most important thing in the kitchen! It washes, it provides drinking water! It helps you prepare all of your meals and cleans your dishes for you after! The sink is the most important!"

"However," said a stranger coming through the crowd "you are forgetting about the countertop. It holds everything in the kitchen together. You prepare your food and serve your food ON the countertop. Even your prescious sink would have no where to be if it weren't for the countertop!"

The man was stunned. He wasn't prepared for a counterargument

underrated threesome dynamic of herding dog x lamb x wolf

white people go like “is anyone going to redesign this nonhuman evil character as a poc?” and not wait for an answer

Trans people: Hey please don’t buy this game.

Cis people: What if I bought it, but also donated some money to charity?

Trans people: No thanks. Please just don’t buy it.

Cis people:

“More and more I’m starting realize that many people see “charity” as a store where you buy goodwill from strangers. Like “being a good person” is something you can purchase with money”

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New Money Making Idea: I'm going to take food, form it into squares, and then freeze it. Then I'm going to sell it as health food cause it's "Three square meals a day" The food may or may not actually be healthy, and I reserve the right to deep fry any or all of it.

Imagine a brick of spaghetti, complete with meatballs and sauce, frozen and then battered and deep fried. That is the kind of horror I will offer to the world.

the paris catacombs are 1000x more fucked up than i imagined

Doctors should snark at each other more, be a bit mean. Not for no reason, mind you. But if five doctors blow me off about symptoms and doctor number six FINALLY runs actual tests and gets a diagnosis, I think it should be Doctor Six's right to call up the other five and tell them they're lazy pieces of shit. That should be socially encouraged. Those first five doctors clearly can't listen to patients, but maybe another doctor might finally get to them.