“A diet is a cure that doesn’t work for a disease that doesn’t exist.”
— Fat Underground (via feminist-physicist)
— Fat Underground (via feminist-physicist)
This is so simple it barely qualifies as a recipe, but my friends have all looked at me like I’m crazy every time I make this, so I thought I’d share in case anyone else might enjoy it like I have. I came up with this when I was in high school and wanted dessert but didn’t have anything in the house. I love rice pudding, and though this isn’t actually any kind of “pudding,” it is an easy to mix up snack or dessert. Use whatever you have to make it taste better, like nuts, sliced fruit (I like banana), raisins, etc. I find the “creamy” ingredient tends to have the most influence on the taste: I use heavy cream when I want something really indulgent, and skim milk, yogurt or applesauce when I’m trying to be healthier :)
1 cup cooked rice (approximately)
1-2 tbsp milk, cream, yogurt or applesauce (more or less can be added to taste)
1-2 tsp sugar (to taste)
1 tsp cinnamon (to taste)
-warm the rice in the microwave for 1-2 minutes
-mix in the other ingredients with a spoon until well blended
-enjoy your “pudding”!
oh my god I want mint chocolate chip ice cream so bad
It’s really odd - you’d think after all these years I’d have figured out how to make myself feel better when I’m having a shitty week.
Maybe I knew and I forgot. Maybe I have notes somewhere.
Remember when you arrived home after Recruitment Weekend? Remember that coming home felt a bit different.
Remember when you said goodbye to the grad students? Remember that you felt shocked realizing you weren’t going to see them for months, and how you wished you were moving right away. Remember how relieved you felt meeting them because of how genuine and nice they all seemed. Remember how helpful they were and the positive things they had to say about their program.
Remember when you walked around Capitol Hill and felt like you were back in Montreal? Remember that the bars and restaurants looked exactly your scene.
Remember when you arrived thinking UW was your best option, but left thinking this was absolutely the right place for you? Remember that at one point you thought maybe it was fate you only got into this American phd program, because it was where you were meant to be. Remember how excited you felt when you knew which people would definitely be in your cohort.
Remember talking to the professors and thinking how easy it was to talk to them and how eager they seemed to help their graduate students be successful? Remember how adorable and awkward Matseuda was.
REMEMBER HOW BEAUTIFUL CAMPUS WAS? (Okay it’s probably still beautiful. Go outside.)
Remember that you were once really impressed with the department and the future it promised. Remember how right it felt to be headed to grad school, a cooperative and collaborative environment, not a competitive one like law school.
Frustrations happen. But you made a decision, and you probably made the right one. You made it for good reasons.
Social scientific research is always a political enterprise.
Despite the enlightenment’s dream of pure objectivity, the problems we pose, the theories we use, the methods we employ, and the analyses we perform are social products themselves and to an extent reflect social contradictions and power dynamics.”
— Eduardo Bonilla-Silva. 2003. Racism Without Racists: Color-Blind Racism and the Persistence of Racial Inequality in the United States. (via socio-logic)
“Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever been a stripper? In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever been to a strip club. Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever done porn? In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever watched porn. You’re the reason we exist. You’re the demand to our supply. If you disdain sex workers, don’t you dare consume our labor. As they say in the industry, “People jack off with the left hand and point with the right.””
No I fucking LOVE this.
Men want to consume sexual product made by women but demean the women who make it. Men see women as sexual commodities but get angry about women being aware of it and trying to use it. Men make women’s worth hinge on our sexual attractiveness to them, but call us superficial if we try to make ourselves attractive with clothes or make up. Men construct sex with women into this big important entitlement in their lives, and then blame us for the emotional “pain” they feel when we say no.
there is a lot of fucking power in this post
— Warsan Shire (via whitecloud99)