Pokémon need to be real so I can go to a Mart and pick up a Max Repel for raves. It’s not enough that I don’t wear revealing clothing, don’t do anything with my hair, smell really bad after dancing for a long time, dance like a flailing mental invalid, and keep a general sourpuss demeanor. Guys still pay that kind of attention to me.
I DONT WANT ANYBODY TO HAVE A CRUSH ON ME EVER GO AWAY
there are people who genuinely think jake, derek, and i love memes just because derek says “memes” a lot
This world is worth living in because of folk instruments.
i dont care who you are
you will always cry at the end of iron giant
Hey. I misinterpreted your necklace as a tattoo. My mistake there!
And yeeuh, I apologize for getting all cyberbully up in this. I have a lot of vitriol I should spew in the toilet instead of the Internet, but sometimes I take this shit quite seriously. I really care about the scene (though I know I’m not helping matters by being a rusty cunt all the time) and when I see this kind of false propaganda about PLUR and candy kids it really gets my goat. Seems like a lot of new kids want to uphold this credo of PLUR without any of its foundations in the rave scene. I need to be civil about this and educate the new kids but they just don’t want to listen, you know? Everybody thinks they know everything, and with the tumblr community’s special splash of “social justice” smeared on everything, I’ve been told I’m infringing on others “identifying” as candy kids because I say you kind of need to actually be part of the rave scene to be a candy kid. Being a candy kid is not about bracelets and PLUR. Sure, it’s an attitude, but you have to actually participate in the rave scene to understand and strengthen its roots.
Do you know what’s so admirable about being a candy kid? Candy kids are always excited for the next party, are always dancing to their favorite DJs, are always ready to go out of their way to make a night successful and memorable. Whether this means distributing goodies like kandi and lollipops or enduring physical labor like transporting equipment or creating props, candy kids put a dollar for the average two cents. This is important because it makes these people a lifeblood in a scene dependent entirely on its community. Insomniac threw renegades like everybody else, hoping to pull maybe 500 something heads to the desert in San Bernardino. Now they pull hundreds of thousands of god-knows-who to hundred degree heat in Las Vegas. Candy kids helped to make this happen, as did junglists, groovers, gabbers; the lot of them. They traveled and sweat and bled for the music they loved the shit out of. And parties are thrown by the people in attendance, not by a bunch of employees, so to speak, who are handed different batons of responsibility and left to their own devices. Your DJs, EMTs, security, lighting, sound, venue, all belong to the rave scene and are all ravers themselves. Many of them started out as, or still are, active candy kids.
DJ Paul Elstak—the godfather of hardcore—fills stadiums, beachfronts, and forests in Europe, but I saw him for a humbling ten dollars at a dingy warehouse in the heart of Los Angeles. That was this year, not some faraway point in the ’90s only heard about in fables or glorified in Groove. And we, the people, worked to make it happen.
So I see these kids on tumblr who claim to be candy kids, and they say that they’ve never been happier and it’s who they really truly are, but they’ve never stepped foot in a rave. They shout PLUR at the top of their lungs and have no idea that Frankie Bones is a human being that exists (with some fuckin’ bangers under his belt!). And it just makes me wonder, how exactly can they call themselves a candy kid without tapping into its pulsating roots? To be a gamer, you have to actually play video games. To be a raver, you have to actually attend rave parties. I know it’s hard under certain circumstances—believe me, I have been there—but if it’s what you truly love and is part of you, you will find a way no matter how long it takes.
I know you’re just off-hand shooting me an Ask about some diluted meme you participated in, but I really feel like all of this needs to be said. I don’t know who you are or your history, what you’ve contributed, what parties you’ve attended, etc. but this message/rant is not for you specifically so please don’t see this as me forcing a lecture down your throat. It’s just that this past weekend has been really eyeopening about how much work it takes to actually throw a party, and how entitled some people are that they belong there or that raves need to just magically pop up so people have somewhere to take drugs without their parents knowing. That isn’t what this is about. We didn’t bring a saw, hammer, nails, and crates of wax to the fucking desert so people could drunkenly bump the tables or piss and moan about the poor turnout. If you want to party, pull you and your friends together and throw a fuckin’ party. You’ll sweat and swear, but I guarantee you’ll have a good time.
whenever i’m around any of my friends i feel like the ugly unpopular little sister to the homecoming queen cheerleading captain but i guess it’s ok because i know that some day the ugly unpopular little sister meets a monster in the woods or sells her soul or gets possessed or something like that. i am definitely ok with the monster befriending soul selling possession thing
as the wise and eminent ugly one once spoketh, “i hath a crush on every boy”
I only watch this show because I want to fuck the horses.
Your dick can’t tell the difference.
Women invented all the core technologies that made civilization possible. This isn’t some feminist myth; it’s what modern anthropologists believe. Women are thought to have invented pottery, basketmaking, weaving, textiles, horticulture, and agriculture. That’s right: without women’s inventions, we wouldn’t be able to carry things or store things or tie things up or go fishing or hunt with nets or haft a blade or wear clothes or grow our food or live in permanent settlements. Suck on that.
Women have continued to be involved in the creation and advancement of civilization throughout history, whether you know it or not. Pick anything—a technology, a science, an art form, a school of thought—and start digging into the background. You’ll find women there, I guarantee, making critical contributions and often inventing the damn shit in the first place.
Women have made those contributions in spite of astonishing hurdles. Hurdles like not being allowed to go to school. Hurdles like not being allowed to work in an office with men, or join a professional society, or walk on the street, or own property. Example: look up Lise Meitner some time. When she was born in 1878 it was illegal in Austria for girls to attend school past the age of 13. Once the laws finally eased up and she could go to university, she wasn’t allowed to study with the men. Then she got a research post but wasn’t allowed to use the lab on account of girl cooties. Her whole life was like this, but she still managed to discover nuclear fucking fission. Then the Nobel committee gave the prize to her junior male colleague and ignored her existence completely.
Men in all patriarchal civilizations, including ours, have worked to downplay or deny women’s creative contributions. That’s because patriarchy is founded on the belief that women are breeding stock and men are the only people who can think. The easiest way for men to erase women’s contributions is to simply ignore that they happened. Because when you ignore something, it gets forgotten. People in the next generation don’t hear about it, and so they grow up thinking that no women have ever done anything. And then when women in their generation do stuff, they think “it’s a fluke, never happened before in the history of the world, ignore it.” And so they ignore it, and it gets forgotten. And on and on and on. The New York Times article is a perfect illustration of this principle in action.
Finally, and this is important: even those women who weren’t inventors and intellectuals, even those women who really did spend all their lives doing stereotypical “women’s work”—they also built this world. The mundane labor of life is what makes everything else possible. Before you can have scientists and engineers and artists, you have to have a whole bunch of people (and it’s usually women) to hold down the basics: to grow and harvest and cook the food, to provide clothes and shelter, to fetch the firewood and the water, to nurture and nurse, to tend and teach. Every single scrap of civilized inventing and dreaming and thinking rides on top of that foundation. Never forget that.” —
from a post by Reclusive Leftist on women’s erasure in history.
her comments relate specifically to an article by the NYT thanking “the men” who invented modern technology, but pick absolutely any academic field of study, and women’s contributions are minimized, if not outright ignored.
literature has been a huge part of my life for a long time, and i grew up reading the classics—which, of course, are typically books written by white men, depicting their experiences. i was taught that the first “modern novel” was Don Quixote, written in the early 1600s by a guy (Cervantes). i don’t think i know of a word to accurately describe my mixture of outrage, shock, and pride, when i discovered later that actually, the first modern novel was written 600 years earlier—by a woman! (it’s The Tale of Genji, written by a Japanese lady-in-waiting who was known as Murasaki Shikibu.)
this might not seem important, but if you’re a woman you know just how vital this knowledge is. even now, when women are being told that we can do anything we set our minds to, the historical, literary, and scientific figures we learn about are all men. it’s a much more insidious way to discourage women from aiming high—because what’s the point in putting in so much hard work if it’s not even going to be remembered after you’re dead?
The device you’re reading this post on? Its very existence was inspired from work done by a woman. Around 1842, Augusta Ada King, the Countess of Lovelace, wrote a program to compute Bernoulli numbers for Charles Babbage’s proposed analytical engine. This program is recognized as being the first example of what is now called an algorithm, or procedure by which a computer processes data or information.
The only reason general-purpose computers didn’t really get off the ground until the 1940s was because Babbage had funding conflicts with his engineers.
I hope my 19th birthday is as good as my 18th
I can’t wait to get drunk off stolen rum by myself and contemplate suicide.
You won’t spend it alone, boyo.