Todd Kincannon later conceded that, if concentration camps aren’t going to work, “mental institutions will do just fine”
Trust me, there’s more than just trans people he wants to see in camps, but this is what will give him the least backlash.
At first I thought this was fake, but then I did a little bit of reading…
Ugh this is so sickening.
And his Twitter description?
"The Honey Badger of American Politics"
Umm okay. I get what he’s getting at because he clearly doesn’t give an f about people or what they think. BUT COME ON NOW.
WHY MUST YOU ASSOCIATE YOURSELF WITH COOL NATURE.
Why are there people like this? It’s one thing to have strong opinions against a people group, to disagree with their lifestyle; it’s even one thing to think that a people group should have less rights than the majority people group (to be clear, not a thing I agree with); IT IS A WHOLE DIFFERENT THING TO BASICALLY POSIT THAT THEY SHOULD BE PUT IN A CONCENTRATION CAMP.
Let’s say I have a friend.
What does it say about her if she gets offended whenever someone says she looks like another girl? The kind of offended you might get if you think another person is ugly, yet people keep saying that you two look the same, so therefore, you must look ugly, too. Though not as extreme as “ugly” in this case with this friend.
I often get very sad when thinking about all the people who seem to form vapid relationships just for the sake of feeling secure socially. I’ll never understand people who can still consider someone a friend despite knowing only the shallowest of details about them.
I’m an ESTJ (though quite borderline on the E and J), myself, but I can very much relate to this.
Sometimes human males have these nice faces and it’s so stressful.
At every stage of life, we desire to be noticed and affirmed by others. Infants are born craving affection as much as milk. Children playing do not require the active involvement of nearby adults, but if you try to leave they demand that you watch them play. Adolescents, in their perpetual anxiety to be popular, do not so much look at others through their own eyes as look constantly at themselves through others’ eyes. Those who are dying worry about being remembered after death, though when dead, how can they care if they’re forgotten? As adults, our successes give us little pleasure unless sweetened by others’ admiration. If we dress up, there must be others to see us or our work seems wasted — no one wears a tuxedo at home. A marvelous gardener once told me (speaking for human nature) that he takes more delight in a single garden visitor’s compliment than in all the shrubs and flowers he has ever planted. What is this craving for another’s eye to rest upon us?
Upon reflection, a desire for recognition seems irrational. Since we live in our own minds, why should we care what thoughts are in the minds of others? Is this not like a Canadian fretting about the weather in Mexico? How to explain this need for notice is debatable. Are we so doubtful of our worth that others must attest to it? Conversely, are we so certain of our worth that others must bow down to it?"On Being Nothing – beautiful read by NYT’s Brian Jay Stanley on our constant subconscious need to be validated by others (via gigasunlove)
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I am neither particularly attracted nor particularly repelled by muscles.
I say this because, among the population (lol stats changing my lingo) of all males I have ever been physically attracted to, the guys run the gamut from minimal muscle build to significant muscle build.
On the Friday before Hoedown, though, I had an experience that made me reconsider the merit of muscles.
I was jumping and heel clicking around Gregory plaza, when some tall white guy (the fact that he is white is significant, okay) walking through stops to ask us what we’re doing.
We told him we were gonna be doing two-step, and briefly explained Hoedown. He seemed interested, and then asked me if I knew how to two-step. I said something along the lines of “Yeah..!,” a mixture of enthusiasm and uncertainty.
Then we started to two-step, and it was interesting. I didn’t really catch on until fairly late that his style was to step off to the side, instead of all going forward, so that threw me off. It was also a much faster pace. Definitely a new following experience.
After that, we did some tricks that I’ve never done before, like that thing where the girl swings on both sides, and some flips and dips. Throughout it all, I was a little confused, and probably seemed apprehensive, but mostly because I just wanted to know the mechanics of everything before I did it. There must have been some perceived apprehension because he kept assuring me that he could bench 200 or some other kind of large number that doesn’t really have any meaning to me because I just am not familiar with working out. At one point he asked if I trusted him, and I was like, “I trust you.” Kristine was like “OHOHOHOHO!” about this but I was just stating facts. In any case, it was super super exciting to be flipped around and yet feel safe at the same time. I miss the elementary years of flipping around on the playground, or in the gym for the short time I was in gymnastics.
The reason this is relevant is because this guy, as evidenced by the bench press comment, was quite the muscular fellow. Dips and tricks have been offered before by other people (though not that much because I don’t know why), like at Slosh or something, but I have never really accepted. This is because, real talk, the Asian dancing community is, for the most part, a pretty slim bunch. If not slim, then normal-ish at most. Sure, there are Asians who work out to get swole, but that population does not overlap very much with the dancing community. And honestly speaking, it’s a lot harder to entrust my body weight with someone of seemingly average strength. The point is, the main reason why I trusted this guy was because he physically appeared like he would be able to flip me without a concussion waiting around the corner. He did also seem like he generally knew what he was doing, though, because he went at a pretty quick clip.
Obviously someone could be muscly and not know how to dance or perform nifty tricks, in which case I might still end up on the floor. And people of average strength can also do these things, since a lot of them rely more heavily on momentum and stuff than just sheer strength.
Beyond dancing though, there is a sense of safety that larger muscles afford. Feeling protected and all those shenanigans.
In any case, though I now personally feel there is more merit to the physical trait of being muscular, it still isn’t a deal-maker or anything close to that. Now it’s just something that is potentially more physically attractive, with more practical advantage than I might have thought otherwise.