When radical feminists do something extremist, they’re not real feminists.
When someone who advocates for men’s rights does something extremist, the whole movement is a hate group.
Feminists cannot say they support men’s rights and then protest and shutdown conferences on said rights.
This seems like bait, but I’ll take it anyway. You cannot put all the blame on the writers for how the fans react to a character. I’ll give an example from a different fandom: BBC Sherlock. The actress who played Mary Morstan (later Watson) received hate mostly on twitter even before her episodes aired for the fact that her character was romantically involved with Watson, thus affecting the ‘Johnlock’ ship.
In season 9, there were 2 incidents in the first three episodes where women who were interacting with Castiel were demonized on tumblr before the character did anything negative. Granted once the character pulled some bad shit then it’d make more sense to hate said character. All too often any female character interacting with Dean or Castiel has a higher chance of being demonized before they do anything bad and more often than not it will be because it’s a perceived threat to the Destiel ship.
Do the writers fuck up occasionally on characters? Yes (I’m staring at you whoever decided to have Becky drug Sam. Fuck you for that one I love Becky). But can you put all the blame on the writers for how the fans react? I’ll let Lana Kane answer that one:
—Dionysus (call Kenny Loggins cause you’re in the DANGER ZONE)
I know what you mean! I mean, before I did get around to this side of Tumblr I followed a lot of hipster blogs, too, and you know how they are - they’ll reblog little things that will just be like “straight white boys this” and I’m like, “Oh, haha, that’s kinda funny,” but now I see it a little differently? I mean, they can still be funny if they use tact because humour is relative, but I see them also as rude generalizations while a lot of people don’t, now. So I get what you mean, totally.
On 29th August the Joint Terrorism Analysis Centre (JTAC) changed the UK threat level from international terrorism from SUBSTANTIAL to SEVERE. The current threat level means that the threat of a terrorist attack is considered to be highly likely.
Announcing the change, Home Secretary Theresa May said:
Members of the public should always remain alert to the danger of terrorism, look out for suspicious bags on public transport or any other potential signs of terrorist activity.
But they should not let the fear of terrorism stop them from going about their day-to-day life as normal. The risk of being caught up in a terrorist attack is very low.
There are five levels of threat:
anti-SJWs are no better than SJWs a lot of the time. Don’t let the opinions of some ruin your day. Form your own opinions and don’t let the bullshit bug you. Accept who you are, homie, you’re a good.
Hi! You know who I am, and I’m sorry I’ve been so silent lately. A lot of things have been going on in my life, both good and bad. I spent a very long summer effectively holed up in my bedroom, which was a disgusting mess by the way. And before that I spent a semester holed up in my bedroom surrounded by another disgusting mess. Basically, I’ve spent a lot of time alone, not doing anything, and it was terrible. My whole life has been a constant barrage of suicidal ideology and nights spent alone wondering why some tragic accident couldn’t just take all the pain away. But not lately, I mean yeah I still want to die on an occasion, but the pain has been lifted and I feel okay. I was diagnosed with chronic depression and anxiety and I’m here to share my story on how it got better. It’s a pretty long read, so buckle up.
I never did amazingly well in school. I was always extremely average. I’m pretty clever but I’m immensely lazy. I’ve also always been overweight. These are two things that have been holding me back for as long as I can remember. I always claimed I wanted to change, but I have never been willing to put the effort in (hence the laziness). My poor self image and my unwillingness to change was a huge contributing factor to my depression and suicidal ideology.
Change isn’t easy, especially big changes. So theres a pretty simple solution to tackling large problems. Set goals for yourself. For example, my two big goals right now are weight loss and success at school. Those are pretty vague and complex. So I broke it down into steps, daily and weekly steps. I was given a day planner by a friend of mine and this stupid book has been really helpful in visualizing my goals. For example my daily goals are all weightloss oriented. I keep track of everything I eat and I keep it under a certain amount of calories. I also try to get at least 15 minutes of exercise. This is really easy right now because I walk at least 15 minutes to get around school and also to and from school. It’s pretty awesome, but it won’t be that easy forever. My weekly goals are more school oriented my weekly goals are to attend class daily and then do whatever readings or assignments I’m given. Having it written down and visualized makes it really easy to remember what the goals are and keeps them extremely manageable.
My happiness for a very long time depended on other people. My plans and social life are what kept me going. If anything fell through and I was left alone I was miserable. Boredom was my kryptonite. I still struggle with this a little bit, but I’m learning to let everything roll off my back.
It still hurts when people bail on me, but I understand that people can be flaky and unreliable at best. It doesn’t mean that they don’t like me, and even it it does who cares! People’s lives are constantly changing and friendships come and go, because people grow and interests change. It hurts and it’s hard, and I’m not saying it isn’t. But understanding and preparing yourself for change is really helpful. This doesn’t mean keep everyone at an arms length. Let people in, let people change you and let yourself change other people. This also doesn’t mean don’t work at relationships, fight to keep them if you can, but if you can’t relax and move on, more people will be around.
The next point is my final point, and also my biggest. I need to preface it with something though. I need to tell you that what I did does not work for everyone. It should not have worked for me, but it did. What I did was dangerous and unhealthy, but my point is still intact. Please remember to consider your own lives and your own abilities when taking into account my experiences.
I would never allow myself to be happy because I was diagnosed as depressed. I was miserable and that is just who I was. I couldn’t do anything because I was depressed and I had a friend who was depressed who didn’t do anything. My friend just lays in bed all day and plays with her cat. That was supposed to be what I was doing because if I wasn’t doing that how was I supposed to get better? I was taking my meds and they weren’t helping, and I was laying in bed all day and that wasn’t helping. Nothing that I was “supposed” to be doing was working. I was fighting with my family and constantly victimizing myself because they were asking me to help out around the house. I cried any time anyone even questioned what I was doing because the doctors told me to take my meds and take it easy because I was definitely stressing myself out too much.
They were right for the most part. I was stressing myself out too much because I kept telling myself “I can’t do this” and tumblr was a huge part of that unhealthy attitude. I kept telling myself that it and it soon became the truth. Bad days are fine, bad weeks are less okay, bad months are not okay at all, and bad years are the reason I had to do what I did. I tossed all my meds, every last pill I tossed. There was no triumphant moment where I tossed them into a lake while the sun rose, and there was no music playing. I just walked over to my garbage and poured the few remaining pills into it. I wasn’t even doing it because they were what was holding me back. I did it because I was angry and miserable, the meds weren’t helping and I wanted to pick a fight with the universe. *reminder* Please don’t do this thing that I did. Go to your doctor yo, brain zaps suck and it’s not worth it. The withdrawal was terrible and a doctor could have helped me wean off my meds.
After I tossed all my meds I had a week or so of just absolute fuckery. My brain was buzzing every time I moved my eyes. And I still wasn’t feeling better. Tossing my meds is not what made me better. What made me better was an article by David Wong called “5 Ways You’re Sabotaging Your Own Life (Without Knowing It)” on Cracked.com. I read this Article on August 11th. I tossed my meds sometime in early June, after being on them consecutively since January (withdrawal still isn’t fun). So it wasn’t a miraculous turnaround after tossing them. I was still miserable for months.
Reading this taught me how to change without expecting too much. I had cleaned my room a few days before, and it helped me feel motivated enough to start scheduling my life. I thought about things more and I learned to get excited about the mundane. I learned to control my emotions, and take a step back when things got too much. I allowed myself the bad days, but I didn’t allow the bad days to turn into bad weeks. I gave myself some room to breathe and just to make sure it never got too bad again, I set up counselling every other week, so someone could help me through my journey, because making it alone won’t work.
What I did was dumb and dangerous, but I survived it and came out stronger. I had nothing to lose and I risked it all. It worked for me. If you take any advice out of this thought take this: you are the only one who can fix you. Learn to rely on yourself, and I promise you things will only get better.
If you’d like to read the article discussed above here is a link: http://www.cracked.com/blog/5-ways-youre-sabotaging-your-own-life-without-knowing-it/#ixzz3DPY4BROL
Yo, I’m not dead, just mentally destroyed from work and without mobile access (again).
So I’ll be scarce for a couple of days til I sort this crap out.
If anyone needs me, I’ll be getting drunk and watching a Tom Hiddleston movie.