Also, people seem to think it’s easy to start your own business, such as owning a yarn shop or a coffeehouse.
Unless you happen to have a lot of money just sitting around, or you happen to have a lot of friends and family willing to lend you large sums of money that they just happen to have lying around, it’s probably not going to happen.
Because first, you’ll need a place of operation. If you require a physical storefront, that costs rent, and believe me when I say that business real estate is expensive. That’s why people don’t just rent spaces in office buildings and sleep there instead of running a business there. You also need capital to buy the things you’ll need to either use in order to create the products you’ll be selling (or in order to buy the products from someone else to sell) or in order to provide the service you’ll be providing. Most likely you’ll need at least one other employee, who you’ll have to be able to pay.
If there are any regulations, licenses, or permits, you’ll have to deal with those also.
And don’t even think about hopping off immediately to a loan provider, because it is nearly impossible for “new” businesses to get loans, even after being in business for 10 years, and even after they’ve incorporated. (aka, become a publicly owned corporation)
"it doesn’t take much to live happily" they say, as they indicate a warm home, with presumably utilities and rent attached, a laptop and its related internet and electricity bills, groceries which varies in cost depending on how healthy you can afford to live, and a pet with its related vaccines, food, money set away in case of emergency veterinarian bills, and quite possibly an animal deposit with your home.
So I guess you won’t need to pay for health insurance.
Or any car or transportation costs.
Luckily you don’t have any school debts or other debts waiting for you.
Who needs a retirement fund anyways?
Inspired by every student whose told they can’t be an artist because it doesn’t “make enough money”.
This is literally so inspirational to me right now.
I needed this really badly right now.
Money will not follow you to heaven. Your happiness will.
I need a post about how it is ok to not follow your dreams because it’s a privilege, not a right. Some of us struggled to keep a roof over our heads in college and it a affected our ability to do all the free internships in the world.
Dude, I’m 20 years old and I’ve got a 6month old and my boyfriend is only making 18 dollars an hour and I don’t know where the fuck You live that 18 dollars an hour can support three people, but in Houston Texas it can’t. And try as I might I can’t get a job because I’m Mexican and can’t speak Spanish so yeah maybe for most white people following your dreams is a reality but not everybody is so fortunate ^FOLLOWING YOUR DREAMS IS A PRIVILEGE
Dude I would kill for $18. Or full time lol. Seriously.
Shitttttt…. $18/hour is almost double what i make now… i would be living VERY comfortably… but i am currently following dreams and i am okay with that
The thing about the whole “follow your dreams” schtick is that it’s an incredibly privileged way to live, and it implies that those of us who are decently content, albeit not particularly passionate about any one thing, or those who are unemployed or underemployed, depressed, raising kids, or otherwise unable to gather enough resources to start off on a new path, are somehow devoid of dreams, passion or purpose, are even somehow small people: the “sheep”, as I’ve heard us “non-passionate” people called by those who consider them.
Another problem is the assumption that anyone can just drop everything they’ve built to follow an interest that may or may not be able to support them. That a single mother, for example, could somehow rationalize quitting a job that pays for her kids’ food, schooling and healthcare, and go make bumper stickers for the local activist co-op. Yes, it would be wonderful to show her kids an adult living her dreams, but maybe not so wonderful to be living out of her car with no health insurance.selves to be more “passionate”.
Unless your dream consists of working at a job that provides a healthcare and a living wage, most people with these longings can only really afford to indulge them in a part-time way. That’s just life, and personal responsibility is arguably more valuable than any vague “passion”.
And what does that say about the people who are forced to work those humdrum jobs? Do you assume that the housekeeper cleaning your motel room for minimum wage has always wanted to do that? What about the man who collects your garbage? The people pushing papers and filing files and reading through government legislature, are they following their dreams too? Where would you be without these people doing jobs that make the world continue turning?
I was cutting and dyeing my mom’s hair in the kitchen today and my dad was watching something in the living room, and there was mention of werewolves and someone named Lydia and a highschool and I’m pretty sure my dad was watching Teen Wolf, but when I asked him (several times) he kept switching the topic.
"Dad, what are you watching"
"Something on tv"
"….Dad, are you watching Teen Wolf?"
"It’s just something on tv"
"Can you check for me? It sounds like it’s about werewolves and I want to know."
"Werewolf? Oh, speaking of wolves, did you see the new Wolverine movie yet, because - "
"Dad, it’s okay if you’re watching Teen Wolf, I just want to know if that’s what’s on tv right now."
"It’s just… something on tv. Keep cutting your mom’s hair."
I think my dad’s a closet Teen Wolf fan.
These are my extremely quick “fan” made designs for the upcoming Disney movie “Moana”.
Stop. There is a reason why “fan” is in quotations.
I am not a fan. I am full of dread. Disney is about to tackle a Polynesian princess and that terrifies me.
For one, I am so angry at all of the fanmade designs I have seen. The sexy stereotyped Polynesian designs that somehow condenses hundreds of different cultures into a tube top and a a ti-leaf skirt.
Do you have any idea how offensive that is. That would be like making Mulan and saying “Hey she’s Asian, let’s throw her in a yukata”. Do you know how offensive it is that people think that Polynesian is a singular race? Hint: Massively.
I picked four cultures out of the vastness of Polynesia and each design is clearly different from the next. Each design is 100% endemic to the culture it is from, and it’s not even the tip of the iceberg.
We are not a homogenized area of the world. We have different languages, traditions, and ways of life. We are not all the same. We are not coconut bras and grass skirts. We never needed compasses. We are celestial navigators - it hasn’t died out. We journeyed across the Pacific using the stars and waves to guide us. We perfected aquaculture and sustainable living. Our heritages are rich and varied and beautiful.
We are not a tube top and a ti-leaf skirt. We are not an indistinguishable fabric swathed on brown bodies with random flowers in our hair. Stop fetishizing us! You have the internet at your discretion, and this is the best you can come up with?
Secondly, the fact that Moana will be dealing with mythology in Polynesia makes me want to crumple up and cry. It angers me to no end that people keep playing fast and loose with things they think are obsolete. Most of us still believe in our Gods (myself included). My family has a heiau, as recent as one generation ago my family has stories of conversing with Gods. Yet, people act like it’s fair game. Last I checked if anyone made retcons to the undead carpenter millions threw a shitfit, but because we are a marginalized people our beliefs are not allowed some respect?
It makes me angry and I won’t apologize for it. It makes me angry that when I call out other minorities for falsely portraying or marginalizing my culture (and the cultures of my fellow Polynesians) I get the “well I’m a minority too so I’m excused”. That is the worst offense, when people who should know better still treat you like an obsolete toy to be bandied about as characters.
We are indigenous people and we deserve respect. We deserve for people to care about our culture. For people to be afraid that the nightmare which created whitewashed Pocahontas might happen to us. If you call yourself an ally, or self-aware, I demand that you fear for us. I beg that you question what may happen in the wake of what Disney has been spewing out. Don’t be part of the base that turns Moana into nothing more than a token.
We were too young to stop Pocahontas from being made. We are not too young to afflict a change and prevent it from happening again. Signal boost my words, or write your own. Do something. Don’t let a movie go out across the world that could damage those that have already taken heavy hits. Don’t be compliant, don’t be silent. Don’t DO that I beg you. I am begging you on my knees, I grovel to you.
Don’t condense our cultures to an easy stereotype. Don’t let our stories become distorted for entertainment. Fight for good writing, fight for good designs. Fight for a movie you would be proud to watch. Give us something more than a rebellious teen who is Polynesian simply because they say she is.
Please. Please. With all my heart, a’ohe hana nui ka alu’ia. No task is too big when done together.
PLEASE read all of this you guys. I heard about that movie also and I couldn’t place my finger on why I felt really iffy about it and IT’S ALL RIGHT HERE. I know some people will say it’s alright because Disney is being culturally diverse but it’s NOT alright to homogenize a region with dozens and dozens of cultures for the sake of being culturally diverse.
(I also have a problem with how certain religious beliefs are called “mythology”, because it carries the weight of myth and the underlying tone that it’s false. What differentiates Roman/Greek/Norse/Hindu/Chinese mythology from Christian mythology? Why are we always taught that it’s the Christian religion and then the Polynesian myth? I get an icky feeling thinking about it.)
When you are hurting, there will always be people who find a way to make it about themselves. If you break your wrist, they’ll complain about a sprained ankle. If you are sad, they’re sadder. If you’re asking for help, they’ll demand more attention.
Here is a fact: I was in a hospital and sobbing into my palms when a woman approached me and asked why I was making so much noise and I managed to stutter that my best friend shot himself in the head and now he was 100% certified dead and she made this little grunt and had the nerve to tell me, “Well now you made me sad.”
When you get angry, there are going to be people who ask you to shut up and sit down, and they’re not going to do it nicely. Theirs are the faces that turn bright red before you have a chance to finish your sentence. They won’t ask you to explain yourself. They’ll be mad that you’re mad and that will be their whole reason alone.
Here is a fact: I was in an alleyway a few weeks ago, stroking my friend’s back as she vomited fourteen tequila shots. “I hate men,” she wheezed as her sides heaved, “I hate all of them.”
I braided her hair so it wouldn’t get caught in the mess. I didn’t correct her and reply that she does in fact love her father and her little brother too, that there are strangers she has yet to meet that will be better for her than any of her shitty ex-boyfriends, that half of our group of friends identifies as male - I could hear each of her bruises in those words and I didn’t ask her to soften the blow when she was trying to buff them out of her skin. She doesn’t hate all men. She never did.
She had the misfortune to be overheard by a drunk guy in an ill-fitting suit, a boy trying to look like a man and leering down my dress as he stormed towards us. “Fuck you, lady,” he said, “Fuck you. Not all men are evil, you know.”
“Thanks,” I told him dryly, pulling on her hand, trying to get her inside again, “See you.”
He followed us. Wouldn’t stop shouting. How dare she get mad. How dare she was hurting. “It’s hard for me too!” he yowled after us. “With fuckers like you, how’s a guy supposed to live?”
Here’s a fact: my father is Cuban and my genes repeat his. Once one of my teachers looked at my heritage and said, “Your skin doesn’t look dirty enough to be a Mexican.”
When my cheeks grew pink and my tongue dried up, someone else in the classroom stood up. “You can’t say that,” he said, “That’s fucking racist. We could report you for that.”
Our teacher turned vicious. “You wanna fail this class? Go ahead. Report me. I was joking. It’s my word against yours. I hate kids like you. You think you’ve got all the power - you don’t. I do.”
Later that kid and I became close friends and we skipped class to do anything else and the two of us were lying on our backs staring up at the sky and as we talked about that moment, he sighed, “I hate white people.” His girlfriend is white and so is his mom. I reached out until my fingers were resting in the warmth of his palm.
He spoke up each time our teacher said something shitty. He failed the class. I stayed silent. I got the A but I wish that I didn’t.
Here is a fact: I think gender is a social construct and people that want to tell others what defines it just haven’t done their homework. I personally happen to have the luck of the draw and am the same gender as my sex, which basically just means society leaves me alone about this one particular thing.
Until I met Alex, who said he hated cis people. My throat closed up. I’m not good at confrontation. I avoided him because I didn’t want to bother him.
One day I was going on a walk and I found him behind our school, bleeding out of the side of his mouth. The only thing I really know is how to patch people up. He winced when the antibacterial cream went across his new wounds. “I hate cis people,” he said weakly.
I looked at him and pushed his hair back from his head. “I understand why you do.”
Here is a fact: anger is a secondary emotion. Anger is how people stop themselves from hurting. Anger is how people stop themselves by empathizing.
It is easy for the drunken man to be mad at my friend. If he says “Hey, fuck you, lady,” he doesn’t have to worry about what’s so wrong about men.
It’s easy for my teacher to fail the kids who speak up. If we’re just smart-ass students, it’s not his fault we fuck up.
It’s easy for me to hate Alex for labeling me as dangerous when I’ve never hurt someone a day in my life. But I’m safe in my skin and his life is at risk just by going to the bathroom. I understand why he says things like that. I finally do.
There’s a difference between the spread of hatred and the frustration of people who are hurting. The thing is, when you are broken, there will always be someone who says “I’m worse, stop talking.” There will always be people who are mad you’re trying to steal the attention. There will always be people who get mad at the same time as you do - they hate being challenged. It changes the rules.
I say I hate all Mondays but my sister was born on one and she’s the greatest joy I have ever known. I say I hate brown but it’s really just the word and how it turns your mouth down - the colour is my hair and my eyes and my favorite sweater. I say I hate pineapple but I still try it again every Easter, just to see if it stings less this year. It’s okay to be sad when you hear someone generalize a group you’re in. But instead of assuming they’re evil and filled with hatred, maybe ask them why they think that way - who knows, you might just end up with a new and kind friend.
By telling the oppressed that their anger is unjustified, you allow the oppression to continue. I know it’s hard to stay calm. I know it’s scary. But you’re coming from the safe place and they aren’t. Just please … Try to be more understanding. /// r.i.d
On Marius the zoo giraffe that was fed to lions
In case you missed it, the Copenhagen Zoo is under critical fire from animal rights activists after administrators decided to kill Marius, a two-year-old reticulated giraffe. This decision came about because zookeepers recognized Marius was not suitable for mating due to his inbred nature. He was killed with a bolt gun, the same type of device used to kill livestock before butchering. In addition to this, in front of a crowd of people (including children), the giraffe was skinned and disarticulated, and his meat fed to zoo lions and other predators.
Since I’ve received a lot of requests for my opinion, here it is:
I think this is really, really interesting, and not to be insensitive to people who may be feeling very upset about this, I think it was cool. Zoos are not in the business of saving wildlife, they are in the business of business. Breeding programs help keep that business alive, and zoos are not necessarily concerned with sacrificing resources on a ‘product’ (e.g. animal) when directors or administration do not feel that investment will pay off in the end. There is a definite return on investment here, and if they’ve got an animal that will not be viable for continuing along in the zoo’s breeding program then they’ve got a business decision to make. In this case they used the situation as an educational opportunity, teaching children and adults alike the value of understanding the circle of life.
Could the Copenhagen Zoo have sent the giraffe to another zoo? Maybe, but then that zoo would also be faced with the business problem of investing resources into sustaining this animal knowing full well it was not suitable for breeding. In order to ensure zoos aren’t going into nature and plucking a giraffe out of the wild every time they need a new giraffe, this system of breeding within captive populations is a good one. In this case, Marius would not have been able to provide a return on the investment. In addition to this, the zoo has admitted that they cull dozens of animals for this same reason every year.
We can personify this animal and say the giraffe was victimized, targeted, or simply that an innocent creature was killed, but I encourage someone who is truly upset about this issue to take their problem up with the nature of zoo breeding programs worldwide. Marius’ fate was quite possibly determined for him before he was born. The Copenhagen Zoo administrators took advantage of this situation to deliver a unique and educational message to their visitors. If this has to be the way in which zoos function - the continuous breeding, inbreeding and culling of their stock - then I hope more facilities take advantage of the inevitable by turning the process into a teaching opportunity for everyone.
Photos from The New York Times: Anger Erupts After Danish Zoo Kills a ‘Surplus’ Giraffe
And tentaclemobster, this is why I’m not really that upset about the news. It makes sense from a conservational and a business standpoint. u_u
I rewrote the lyrics to Let it Go into an anthem for equality for my friend Amy this morning because it’s just what we do. Sorrynotsorry. If someone can actually sing, I’d be thrilled to hear it, because I’m a terrible singer and my voice is breaking all over the place.
The kingdom of patriarchy falls tonight
Not a fedora to be seen
A brand new foundation
That might even have a queen.
The MRAs are howling like small children in fright
Can’t keep from laughing, Heaven knows I’ve tried.
Don’t let them in, don’t let them see,
We finally have equality!
“Conceal, don’t feel, stop being such a girl”
WELL FUCK YOUR SHIT.
Let it go, let it go
Don’t have to hold back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
I don’t care what they have to say,
Let their rage storm on,
No one needs their opinions anyway.
It’s funny now we’re even but MRAs don’t think so at all
And the fears that once controlled me can’t get to me at all
It’s time to see what we can do
There are no ceilings we have to break through
We fought so long for equality
Now we’re free!
Let it go, let it go
We don’t have to put up with “nice guys”
Let it go, let it go
We can wear what we want with pride!
Here we stand and here we stay
Let their rage storm on
We changed the world and we’re here to stay.