“One of my responsibilities as Commander in Chief is to keep an eye on robots. And I’m pleased to report that the robots you manufacture here seem peaceful. At least for now.”
—President Obama talking to the National Robotics Engineering Center at Carnegie Mellon. (via juliasegal)
June 2011
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The following day, I attended a workshop about preventing gender violence, facilitated by Katz. There, he posed a question to all of the men in the room: “Men, what things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?”
Not one man, including myself, could quickly answer the question. Finally, one man raised his hand and said, “Nothing.” Then Katz asked the women, “What things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?” Nearly all of the women in the room raised their hand. One by one, each woman testified:
“I don’t make eye contact with men when I walk down the street,” said one.
“I don’t put my drink down at parties,” said another.
“I use the buddy system when I go to parties.”
“I cross the street when I see a group of guys walking in my direction.”
“I use my keys as a potential weapon.”
The women went on for several minutes, until their side of the blackboard was completely filled with responses. The men’s side of the blackboard was blank. I was stunned. I had never heard a group of women say these things before. I thought about all of the women in my life — including my mother, sister and girlfriend — and realized that I had a lot to learn about gender.
” —Why I Am A Male Feminist (via newwavefeminism)
This reminds me of a gallery opening I was volunteering at awhile back, for an exhibit of art based on domestic violence. The speaker told a story about a workshop he’d been to where the instructor asked the audience whether they’d rather walk on the side of the street with a stranger, or the one with a barking German Shepard. The men chose the stranger; the women chose the dog.
(via evewithanapple)
“Well, fuck it, I don’t care what you think. I’m trying to do the right thing.”
—Republican Senator Roy McDonald, 64, announcing his intention to vote in favor of gay marriage in New York State. (via manhattansunrise)
What 2012 Would Look Like In An Alternate Reality Where Moffat and Gatiss Do Not Know Each Other
So, it has come to my attention that Season 7 of Doctor Who will be split over 2012 and 2013, and Season 2 of Sherlock will not be airing until 2012. This is as heartbreaking as it is FUCKING HEARTBREAKING. So, to dull the pain with nonsense, and because I believe in my heart that Gatiss is behind the scenes of every episode of Who talking Moffat out of his madness whether he’s in the credits or not, I give you:
~What 2012 Would Look Like In An Alternate Reality Where Moffat and Gatiss Do Not Know Each Other~Doctor Who: Series Seven (or, Things Which Seemed Perfectly Ordinary Before But Now Make You Want To Shit Your Pants In Terror
)Episode One:
That thing you were afraid lived in the basement as a child, in your basement and in everyone else’s basement, the BASEMENT CREATURE lurking in the darkness behind the washing machine, sending out its vibe of malevolence and making you cry to your parents who rolled their eyes and “Don’t be silly, you’re overreacting, go to bed”? You know, that thing you grew out of believing in but sometimes even now you go down in a basement and a dark chill passes over you and you think OH FUCK IT’S HERE before you remember that you are an adult and that’s ridiculous? That thing?
Well, it’s real. It’s still there. It’s an alien, and it’s coming to kill you.
Episode Two:
You know how when you make leftovers and you stick them in the fridge and then you think about eating them but you can’t find them because they’re behind the orange juice and the beer and fine, whatever, you’ll just order a pizza and eat them tomorrow, only then tomorrow you forget about them and then you forget about them the day after that and they just sit back there, abandoned, but that’s okay because the worst that can happen is you find them the next time you clean the fridge and they’re a little disgusting but oh well, throw them out, no big deal?
Well, you’re wrong. It is a big deal. Now they’re aliens, and they’re coming to kill you.
you know you live in canada when...
You’re watching the hockey game with your housemate, your superintendent comes knocking at the door, says “Two beers! :)”, randomly hands you two free beers for the game, and then runs off again. #ohmygodilovethiscountry
seriously, pretty much the best story ever. :D
