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Parents, siblings, carers, cousins, teachers, tutors, mentors, aunts, uncles, etc, of young children: we have a chance to mold the gender relations of the future.
Such great advice.
I’ve done this with my kids since the moment they could each sign “more” and “all done” around 8 months old. More tickles? Or all done? More kisses? Or all done? More bouncing? Or all done?
When they’re old enough to play with others, you teach them to constantly check in with each other. Are you having fun? Or do you want to be done?
Is the shrieking laughter or fear? ASK.
Is the giggling from joy or nervousness? ASK.
Do you like being smacked with pillows? ASK.
Are you having fun wrestling? ASK.
And keep asking. What was fun five minutes ago might not be fun now.
Both kids know the moment something stops being fun, they need to stop. And they know that their wishes about what is fun and what’s not will be respected by their parents and by each other. They’ve known it since 8 months old.
This truly isn’t a difficult concept. It’s easy to teach it by example and it’s incredibly simple for children to do.
Are you having fun? Or do you want to stop?
Fucking teach it, parents. Please. ~JJ
He got along with Ginger perfectly, and I get so mad hearing the same old baloney, because I never heard the two of them having one cross word. I do not think Eleanor Powell was Fred’s greatest dancing partner. I think Ginger Rogers was. Not that she was the greatest of the dancers. Cyd Charisse was a much finer technical dancer. But there was something when Fred and Ginger danced which was magic. They seemed to go together. - Hermes Pan
Do you want to build a warp core?
(Sorry, don’t know source, please pm me if you do)
HIGH PITCHED SCREECHES OF A DYING FANGIRL
The Borg never bothered me anyway.
MAKE IT SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. MAKE IT SO.
STAR TREK CAN BE CROSSED OVER WITH ANYTHING
When I stopped at a crosswalk today this guy pulled up next to me, rolled his window down, and stuck his head out, and at first I was like ‘Oh no street harassment here it comes.’ but then the guy was like “DUDE! LOOK AT THAT HUGE RAINBOW BEHIND YOU.”
The only appropriate thing for a dude to shout at me out a car window.
At least now that I disabled Anonymous asks, your own face is attached to your pitiful hatemail.
And if you recognize this ugly mug, shoot me a name!
ETA: He’s been tracked down.
HIS NAME IS BRANDON BAYARD AND HE LIVES IN SUPERIOR, WISCONSIN.
Reblog the shit out of this so it shows up on every background search done by every guy trying to hire him ever.
REBLOGGING THIS ALWAYS, FUCK THIS PIECE OF SHIT