The House at Pooh Corner

“I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.”
Kenesha. CHS. 1995. I am making the world a better place. For everyone. Environmental Activist.
scottlava:

“When you’re a Jet, you’re a Jet all the way! From you first cigarette your last dyin’ days. ”

scottlava:

When you’re a Jet, you’re a Jet all the way! From you first cigarette your last dyin’ days. 

did-you-kno:

Source:  R. W. Burns, John Logie Baird: television pioneer.

did-you-kno:

Source:  R. W. Burns, John Logie Baird: television pioneer.

lebanesepoppyseed:

dangertits:

skiptripfall:

rainbowfairyprincess:

I am incredibly grateful to my parents for giving me both kinds of toys. I preferred the dolls, but at least I know that was my own honest choice.

My mom wouldn’t let me have toys. 

I still find most commentary on the sexist division of girl toys and boy toys to be rather lacking. Of course if is terrible that girls and boys are given toys that encourage them to enact stereotypical gender roles so young; this type of socialization might prime them to fill specific roles later on in life. But people are still undervaluing “girls toys,” equating them with passive frivolousness. And how sexist is that? The sentiment is that “gender neutral” toys, always verging towards “boys toys,” are constructive, educational, and worthwhile. Dolls aren’t. This is the kind of sentiment that dismisses the value of “women’s work” of care-giving later on in life.
“Boys toys” tend to be physically complex. “Girls toys” tend to be socially complex.  The complexity of the imaginary play that children often engage in with dolls is intangible and made invisible early on—because you aren’t looking.  It is so much easier for a child to say “look what I made” and get a pat on the back than to say “watch me engage.”
I played with lots of different types of toys. Sure, I liked to build things with legos. But I much preferred my dolls. And guess what? All forty or so of my beanie babies had individual personalities. They had roles, romances, they interacted with each other in complex ways. There were smaller subgroups of birds or bears. I used them to create a complete micro-society. But an adult passerby would see that pile of critters as a rather useless and excessive collection.
Understanding social complexities, the kind of play which “girls toys” encourage, is undervalued from an early age.
Let’s please stop with the “dolls are dumb” rhetoric. It isn’t helpful. It’s still sexist. The problem of gendered children’s toys won’t be fixed by allowing free access to “boys toys” for all, but by seeing the value in diverse types of play, and encouraging all children to engage in them.

Fucking this. I am always saying that there is another less talked about but more voracious ill in sexism in our society-it is how we view “womanly” or “feminine” things. It isn’t “Oh, women shouldn’t be shoved in the kitchen!” but “Why is domestic work seen as so lowly and debased?”.

lebanesepoppyseed:

dangertits:

skiptripfall:

rainbowfairyprincess:

I am incredibly grateful to my parents for giving me both kinds of toys. I preferred the dolls, but at least I know that was my own honest choice.

My mom wouldn’t let me have toys. 

I still find most commentary on the sexist division of girl toys and boy toys to be rather lacking. Of course if is terrible that girls and boys are given toys that encourage them to enact stereotypical gender roles so young; this type of socialization might prime them to fill specific roles later on in life. But people are still undervaluing “girls toys,” equating them with passive frivolousness. And how sexist is that? The sentiment is that “gender neutral” toys, always verging towards “boys toys,” are constructive, educational, and worthwhile. Dolls aren’t. This is the kind of sentiment that dismisses the value of “women’s work” of care-giving later on in life.

“Boys toys” tend to be physically complex. “Girls toys” tend to be socially complex.  The complexity of the imaginary play that children often engage in with dolls is intangible and made invisible early on—because you aren’t looking.  It is so much easier for a child to say “look what I made” and get a pat on the back than to say “watch me engage.”

I played with lots of different types of toys. Sure, I liked to build things with legos. But I much preferred my dolls. And guess what? All forty or so of my beanie babies had individual personalities. They had roles, romances, they interacted with each other in complex ways. There were smaller subgroups of birds or bears. I used them to create a complete micro-society. But an adult passerby would see that pile of critters as a rather useless and excessive collection.

Understanding social complexities, the kind of play which “girls toys” encourage, is undervalued from an early age.

Let’s please stop with the “dolls are dumb” rhetoric. It isn’t helpful. It’s still sexist. The problem of gendered children’s toys won’t be fixed by allowing free access to “boys toys” for all, but by seeing the value in diverse types of play, and encouraging all children to engage in them.

Fucking this. I am always saying that there is another less talked about but more voracious ill in sexism in our society-it is how we view “womanly” or “feminine” things. It isn’t “Oh, women shouldn’t be shoved in the kitchen!” but “Why is domestic work seen as so lowly and debased?”.

(Source: hypnotiqone, via programmerdmitri)

jakeenglishswaifu:

kidlemonade:

hellbent-on-destruction:

Is the graphite stored in that little cone shaped nib at the top? Can you eat that?

I want the red one

I want it

oh god

sign me up for banana

(Source: siestaforever, via programmerdmitri)

vindictivevendetta:

officialmimozaduot:

understand = reblog

Oh god. I’m so glad I can still read music. It’s been two months since I last read music.

vindictivevendetta:

officialmimozaduot:

understand = reblog

Oh god. I’m so glad I can still read music. It’s been two months since I last read music.

(via programmerdmitri)

There’s going to come a day when we’ve all grown up, had a career, maybe got married and had kids, when were all going about our daily routine. Maybe you’re driving to work with the car radio on, or you’re making dinner with the tv on in the lounge. Life as usual, and then we hear a name. It’s the name of the person you had a blog dedicated to when you were 16. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom wall, or as your desktop background. The person off that show you used to watch every week, as soon as it came out, or that band you used to love. The person from the cast of a movie that changed your life, or the character who you scrolled through page after page of fanfiction of. You haven’t heard that name in a long time, and it brings everything back. And then the name is followed by three words you thought you’d never hear. Has Passed Away. And then you put down the potato peeler and lean back against your kitchen bench, or you pull over to the side of the road, and tears are streaming down your face. And all over the world, there are people who used to be just like you, with tears marking their cheeks and sobs forcing their way out of their throat, because they remember. Because fandoms never really die out. We never really move on. We never really forget.

suicidalsnaily:

sherlocklaughingalonewithjohn:

ohmyfaultystars:

the-cumbercriss-way:

thegrenadeguy:

crey

It hurts because it hurts.

And I’m crying right now.

(Source: gallifrey-man, via programmerdmitri)