When I was a little girl, I had two favourite stories my father told me. One was about a stegosaurus and the other was about a baby pterodactyl. I’m going to tell you the latter story and why it scarred me as a child….
The baby pterodactyl had a mommy and a daddy and they lived in a nice nest. Each day, the baby would practice flying while his parents were out to find food. Each day, they told him to never fly so far away that he’d be too tired to return without resting.
"You see those mountains over there? Don’t fly past else you’ll be too wear to return" papa pterodactyl cautioned.
Of course, the baby pterodactyl grew curious about what lay beyond the mountains and being the curious sort, he flew from the nest to explore.
He passed beyond the mountains and saw many interesting things that lay beyond. However, he realized he had to rest during his return for he had grown too tired.
After spotting a nice tree, he landed on a branch to catch his breath.
The baby pterodactyl jumped.
He looked up into
A GIANT FACE.
The T Rex smiled.
"Hello" the gravelly voice said to the baby pterodactyl.
"H-h-h-h-ello" the baby replied. "W-w-what large eyes you have."
"The better to see you with."
W-w-w-w-what big nose you have”
"The better to smeeeell you with."
"What large t-t-t-t-teeth you have."
"The better to EAT YOU WITH"
And with that the T Rex chomped onto the branch, the baby pterodactyl barely escaping.
He flapped and flapped and flapped until he was home in the nest, falling in a heap and eyes bugging out. His parents looks down calmly at him.
"Decided to fly away from the nest did you?"
"Flew so far you had to rest before coming home?"
The baby pterodactyl nodded.
"Ran into something that was scary, huh?"
The baby hung his head.
"Never gonna do that again, are you?"
And so concluded my father’s tale to a little girl with a penchant for running off by herself. Despite the obvious rip off from little red riding hood, the story was effective in making sure that I didn’t disappear exploring too far from home.
Of course, that in of itself was not emotionally scarring.
One night, when I begged for the story, my father sat on my bed and began it like any other night. Except when he reached the bit with the T Rex…
the baby got eaten.
His reasoning was that sometimes baby pterodactyls don’t make it home to mommy and daddy and that it was something important to remember. My child self did not grasp the metaphor, merely the fact that a beloved character had been offed in a most unseemly way from a previously trusted source for bed time stories.
This is why I have trust issues.
the next time someone tells me i’m not as mexican as other mexicans or that bc i’m half mexican i’m not really mexican i’m just gonna burp in their face i’m so tired of it
like damn sorry i didnt grow up speaking spanish what do you want me to do scold my family for speaking english instead of spanish even though we’ve lived in an english speaking country for i dont even know how many generations?
biracial identity is shitty sometimes bc white ppl think ur too “exotic” and poc think ur too white
IF YOU FEEL THIS, YOU MUST READ “BORDERLANDS/LA FRONTERA:THE NEW MESTIZA” BY GLORIA ANZALDUA.
READ IT NOW! <3
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I feel that. I know most people look at me in surprise when I tell them that I’m Mexican since I’m so pale. My name is also “more white” than my siblings (Elizabeth vs Rafael and Juan) so there’s that.
Fortunately, we’ve actually talked a lot about biracial identity and the like in my Latin American Art class. In the course, we’ve studied how the Mexican people in general have struggled with identity because of the mix of native cultures with non-natives. Then those who moved to the states are alienated both by their home country and by the country they currently live in. The expression of these feelings through art is incredibly powerful and I know I identified a lot with it.
GUYS WE NEED TO REEVALUATE OUR LIVES.
YOU KNOW THE SCOOBY DOO GANG?
VELMA IS 15.
FRED IS 16.
DAPHNE IS 16.
SHAGGY IS 17.
SCOOBY IS 7.
WE ARE LITERALLY THE SAME AGE AS THE SCOOBY DOO GANG MY ENTIRE LIFE IS A LIE.
EVERYONE MUST BE ENLIGHTENED OF MY HEART BREAKING DISCOVERY. I’M TAKING YOU ALL DOWN WITH ME.
Why the fudge would a bunch of teenagers be allowed to drive around and get into trouble instead of going to school and having parents?
My professor keeps going back and forth with calling me “Eli” and “Elizabeth”.
Everyone calls me Eli.
I always sign off emails with Eli.
For my intended career, I intend to be known as Eli
I’m just confused why this an issue.
Watching the Orphan Black trailer made me realize how soon the season two premier.
Also that I definitely dropped the ball on those cosplays I was doing.
SO, because of the upcoming excitement, I’m going to try and cosplay one of the clones. I’ve done pretty much all of them but not their different looks. Anyone have suggestions or a screencap I should try to recreate?
Here’s the link to the compilation post of cosplays (individual posts of the looks are included in that post
Those who have the power right now, in tech but also to some extent in media, see themselves as rejects, weirdos fighting for their place, and there are reasons for that. The emotional patterning laid down in puberty is hard to shake. If you got used to being excluded, being left out, having to fight to survive because you were smart or nerdy or different or all three, that’s a mentality that stays with you. That sort of trauma can be useful later in life - it gives you stamina, drive, a determination to carry your ideas through against the odds, a hunger to prove yourself, fierce dedication to your fellow oddballs and weirdoes, and I could go on. But it is still trauma, and it comes with baggage. Part of which is that long after you’ve stopped being an outsider and instead become a privileged pillar of the new establisment, not only do you fail to notice, but when someone points it out to you, you get angry - you get reaaaally, really frustrated - because being an “outsider” has always been a forming part of your identity, and being told there are people further out than you is hard to handle.
—Laurie Penny writes on The Feted Future Of Of New Media looking a lot like Old Media, taking in lots of things. Go read, but this bit struck me worth taking out of context. You can apply it just about anywhere. She’s paraphrasing Zeynep Tufekci writing about it over at Medium, which is also worth reading. (via kierongillen)
Brownie and toast with coffee for breakfast.
I lead a healthy lifestyle.
WHATCHA GONNA SAY ABOUT THAT, MOM? THIS BREAD ISN’T EVEN HIGH FIBER! LIVIN’ MY OWN LIFE LIKE AN ADULT.
Of a kind.