wizard

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
scarycommunistonline
kendallroyvevo

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scrunching my face real hard rn

deathwarlock

agemaxing by working 5 jobs and looking 60 by 25

sno-fitzroy-the-85th

Aging is *literally* the process of your body breaking down like an ancient and damaged machine. It's the epitome of the REAL definition of "degeneration" and people act like it's some sort of "beautiful natural process" no bitch it's literally a disease. It's a built-in kill switch your body has and science has proven this kill switch can be turned off with the right treatments.

Same goes for death itself. "Natural" body death can also be stopped with the right treatments - in fact, there's a lot of overlap between anti-aging treatments that could exist in the next couple decades and the anti-death treatments that could show up in a similar amount of time.

drew-dopamine

Ok I guess. But it happens to everyone, it’s inevitable, and trying to stop it only cause self-hate. Might as well embrace it

sno-fitzroy-the-85th

Can people actually fucking do some research before replying with dumbass shit like this? Seriously HOW ARE YOU THIS MOTHERFRUCKING STUPID?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?

IT IS SPECIFICALL:Y NOT NATURAL

AGING IS YOUR BODY LITERALLY BREAKING DOWN AND FALLING APART YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT! IT CAN BE PREVENTED
VIA TREATMENTS THAT YOUR BODY ALREADY DOES!!!!!

Do your fucking research before you tell me I'm wrong about something. Because I didd o my research and I'm sick of stupid people like you saying stupid fucking buillshit like this. KYS, cunt

drew-dopamine

great job telling someone to kill themselves over a harmless post! Maybe you should go touch grass!

sno-fitzroy-the-85th

ITS NOIT HARMLESS TO SAY THAT AGING IS NATURAL YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKING BITCH

YOU ARE LITERALLY GOING OUT OF YOUR WAY TO SPREAD MISINFORMATION YOU STUPID WORTHLESS SACK OF SHIT

that-transfem-berdly-blog

Cranky because you can't stop the concept of linear time, aren't you?

sno-fitzroy-the-85th

HOW CAN YOU BE THIS MOTHERFUCKING STUPID DO SOME MOTHERFUCKING RESEARCH YOU DUMB FUCKING CUNT INSTEAD OF SPREADING REACTIONARY BULLSHIT

I HAVE PROVIDED SOURCES NOW LOOK AT THEM OR GO FUCK YOURSELF BITCH

the-radio-host-is-a-kookaburra

hey dude

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they didn’t take the chill pill

error-404-fuck-not-found

22 years old and you're like this? smh

no but fr put on sunscreen. that's it. that's the only "anti-aging" shit that matters and honestly it's there to prevent skin cancer. fuck looking young, i just don't want cancer. for me or for you

headspace-hotel

Thank you all for a fantastic post-reading experience, wasn't expecting to see someone saying "kys" in reply to being told humans are mortal

spacelazarwolf

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IM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND WHAT IS THIS??????????????????????????????????????????

clarissamansplainsitall

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carnival-phantasm
komsomo1ka

Of all the biased statements made by US President Joe Biden, the one where he suggested that Palestinians are lying about counting their own dead was perhaps the most inhumane.

Washington may not realize this yet, but the repercussions of its unconditional support for Israel will prove to be disastrous in the future, especially in a region that is fed up with war, hegemony, double standards, sectarian divisions and endless conflict.

But the greatest impact will be felt in Israel itself.

When Palestinian Ambassador to the UN, Riyad Mansour, gave a powerfully emotional speech on October 26, he could not hold back tears. International delegations at the UN General Assembly clapped non-stop, reflecting the growing support for Palestine, not only at the UN, but in hundreds of cities and towns, and in countless street corners around the world.

When the Israeli Ambassador to the UN, Gilad Erdan, who had spearheaded much of the lies communicated by Tel Aviv, especially in the early days of the war, delivered his talk, not a single person clapped.

The Israeli narrative had clearly crumbled, crashing to a thousand pieces. Indeed, Israel has never been so isolated. This is definitely not the ‘New Middle East’ that Netanyahu had prophesied in his UNGA talk on September 22.

Unable to fathom how the initial sympathy with Israel quickly turned into outright disdain, Israel resorted to old tactics.

On October 25, Erdan demanded the UN Secretary-General Antonio Guterres to resign for being “unfit to lead the UN”. Guterres’ supposedly unforgivable crime is suggesting that “the attacks by Hamas did not happen in a vacuum”.

As far as Israel and its American benefactors are concerned, no context is allowed to taint the perfect image that Israel has created for its genocide in Gaza. In this perfect Israeli world, no one is allowed to speak of military occupation, of siege, of the lack of political prospect, of the absence of a just peace for Palestinians. [...]

Israel is no longer all-powerful, as it wants us to believe. Recent events have proven that Israel’s ‘invincible army’ – a brand that allowed Israel to become, as of 2022, the world’s tenth-largest international military exporter – turned out to be a paper tiger.

This is what is infuriating Israel the most. “Muslims are not afraid of us anymore,” said former Knesset member, Moshe Feiglin, in an interview with Arutz Sheva-Israel National News. To restore this fear, the Israeli extremist politician has called for burning “Gaza to ashes immediately”. [...]

The discussion should now return to where it should have always been – the priorities of the oppressed not the oppressor.

It is time that we speak about Palestinian rights, Palestinian security and the Palestinian people’s right, in fact obligation, to defend themselves.

It is time for us to speak about justice – real justice – the outcome of which is non-negotiable: equality, full political rights, freedom and the right of return.

Gaza has told us all of this, and much more. And it is time for us to listen.

Justice is Non-Negotiable: Why Israel Cannot Destroy Palestinian Resistance

demilypyro
beemovieerotica

I don't like the term horseshoe theory because [extremely long list of reasons] but there's gotta be some term out there to describe how like. you can go from a conservative upbringing where people are weird and/or outright racist about interracial relationships, and then you wind up in some stupid pocket of leftism where people look at a mixed race couple and are like "hm :/ but is he um. fetishizing your race?" and sure it's done in a way that is, yes, tangibly different than outright conservatism, but it still leads to the same isolating effect of "alright we're being judged for our relationship, and these people kind of suck"

beemovieerotica

the same thing happens to trans people honestly where you wind up in some anarchoqueer leftist space where people like, expect gender ambiguity from binary trans people -- like they want the trans men to be comfortable wearing nail polish and trans women to not care if they have facial hair -- ignoring the fact that some people just aren't comfortable presenting themselves that way (and some of us just want to be...some girl or some guy?) -- and it gets turned around into this weird thing of "you're enforcing gender stereotypes if you conform too much to your gender identity" like. can we be real for a second. you and my shitbag grandmother are both clamoring for me to put on a dress again so please tell me the difference between you and her. after a certain point your intentions stop mattering because you've created the same alienating space.

gorps
umabloomer

I got a job at a Ukrainian museum.

On the first day someone asks me if I have any Ukrainian heritage. I say I had ancestors from Odesa, but they were Jewish, so they weren’t considered Ukrainian, and they wouldn’t have considered themselves Ukrainian. My job is every day I go through boxes of Ukrainian textiles and I write a physical description, take measurements, take photographs, and upload everything into the database. I look up “Jewish” in the database and there is no result. 

Some objects have no context at all, some come with handwritten notes or related documents. I look at thick hand-spun, hand-woven linen heavy with embroidery. Embroidery they say can take a year or more. I think of someone dressed for a wedding in their best clothes they made with their own hands. Some shirts were donated with photographs of the original owners dressed in them, for a dance at the Ukrainian Labour Temple, in 1935. I handle the pieces carefully, looking at how they fit the men in the photos, and how they look almost a hundred years later packed in acid-free tissue. One of the men died a few years later, in the war. He was younger than I am now. The military archive has more photographs of him with his mother, his father, his fiancé. I take care in writing the catalogue entry, breathing in the history, getting tearful. 

I imagine people dressed in their best shirts at Easter, going around town in their best shirts burning the houses of Jews, in their best shirts, killing Jews. A shirt with dense embroidery all over the sleeves and chest has a note that says it is from Husiatyn. I look it up and find that it was largely a Jewish town, and Ukrainians lived in the outskirts. There is a fortress synagogue from the Renaissance period, now abandoned. 

When my partner Aaron visits I take him to an event at the museum where a man shows his collection of over fifty musical instruments from Ukraine, and he plays each one. Children are seated on the floor at the front. We’re standing in a corner, the room full of Ukrainians, very aware that we look like Jews, but not sure if anyone recognizes what that looks like anymore. Aaron gets emotional over a song played on the bandura. 

A note with a dress says it came from the Buchach region. I find a story of Jewish life in Buchach in the early twentieth century, preparing to flee as the Nazis take over. I cry over this.

I’m cataloguing a set of commemorative ribbons that were placed on the grave of a Ukrainian Nationalist leader, Yevhen Konovalets, after he was assassinated. The ribbons were collected and stored by another Nationalist, Andriy Melnyk, who took over leadership after Konovalets’ death. The ribbons are painted or embroidered with messages honouring the dead politician. I start to recognize the word for “leader”, the Cyrillic letters which make up the name of the colonel, the letters “OYH” which stand for Organization of Ukrainian Nationalists (OUN in English). The OUN played a big part in the Lviv pogroms in 1941, I learn. The Wikipedia article has a black and white image of a woman in her underwear, running in terror from a man and a young boy carrying a stick of wood. The woman’s face is dark, her nose may be bleeding. Her underwear is torn, her breast exposed. I’m measuring, photographing, recording the stains and loose threads in the banners that honour men who would have done this to me. 

Every day I can’t stop looking at my phone, looking up the news from Gaza, tapping through Instagram stories that show what the news won’t. Half my family won’t talk to the other half, after I share an article by a scholar of Holocaust and genocide studies, who says Israel is committing a genocide. My dad makes a comment that compares Gaza to the Warsaw Ghetto. This gets him in trouble. My aunt says I must have learned this antisemitism at university, but there is no excuse for my dad. 

This morning I see images from Israeli attacks in the West Bank, where they are not at war. There are naked bodies on the dusty ground. I’m not sure if they are alive. This is what I think of when I see the image from the Lviv pogrom. If what it means for Jews to be safe from oppression is to become the oppressor, I don’t want safety. I don’t want to speak about Jews as if we are one People, because I have so little in common with those in green uniforms and tanks. I am called a self-hating Jew but I think I am a self-reflecting Jew.

I don’t know how to articulate how it feels to be handling objects which remind me of Jewish traumas I inherited only from history classes and books. Textiles hold evidence of the bodies that made them and used them. I measure the waist of a skirt and notice that it is the same as my waist size. I think of clothing and textiles that were looted from Jewish homes during pogroms. I think of clothing and textiles that were looted from Palestinian homes during the ongoing Nakba. Clothes hold the shape of the body that once dressed in them. Sometimes there are tears, mends, stains. I am rummaging through personal belongings in my nitrile gloves. 

I am hands-on learning about the violence caused by Ukrainian Nationalism while more than nine thousand Palestinians have been killed by the State of Israel in three weeks, not to mention all those who have been killed in the last seventy-five years of occupation, in the name of the Jewish Nation, the Jewish People — me? If we (and I am hesitant to say “we”) learned anything from the centuries of being killed, it was how to kill. This should not have been the lesson learned. Zionism wants us to feel constantly like the victims, like we need to defend ourself, like violence is necessary, inevitable. I need community that believes in freedom for all, not just our own People. I need the half of my family who believes in this necessary “self-defence” to remember our history, and not just the one that ends happily ever after with the creation of the State of Israel. Genocide should not be this controversial. We should not be okay with this. 

Tomorrow I will go to work and keep cataloguing banners that honour the leader of an organization which led pogroms. I will keep checking the news, crying into my phone, coordinating with organizers about our next actions, grappling with how we can be a tiny part in ending this genocide that the world won’t acknowledge, out of guilt over the ones it ignored long ago.