There’s a phenomena on this website where basically anyone that isn’t a cishet white guy is disallowed from having opinions on things that aren’t social justice related, and if you do mention opinions that have nothing to do with social justice, people will assume it’s social justice.
Me: I don’t like potato chips
One person in the comments: Wait..? Did potato chips do something problematic? I’m so sorry. I’ll stop eating them.
Another person in the comments: So what? People just aren’t allowed to like potato chips anymore? Just let people eat what they like.
Another person: Typical SJWs trying to turn potato chips into a political issue. They’re just chips.
I think this is an intersection between people being unable to think of margilized people as anything other than political entities and people who are unable to form their own opinions on trivial things without a moral authority.
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Anonymous asked: I read that Meulin and Rouge so there has to be something Leijonesque in there right? :33?
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WELCOME TO THE MEULIN ROUGE
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Let’s build eachother up, not tear eachother apart
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So ,I’m a music teacher and every year we have what are called “walk through observations”. Basically, this means that 4 times a year the principal or vice principal comes into my class to assess my teaching. Fine. Sure. No problem.
Well, today I was doing an activity with my 1st graders called “Musical Groceries”. Basically, they make up a fake shopping list and then together we figure out what the rhythm of the words on the list is. To do that, a small group of students plays the beat on the conga drum while the rest of the students move around the room while chanting the word. It sounds weird but it’s a great way for the kids to figure out the relationship between syllables and rhythm.
They quickly get bored of walking the rhythm so I let them come up with their own ways of moving around the room.( skipping, hopping, etc) One student suggested they hop around the room like frogs, way down low to the ground. Okay fine.
Or it was fine until my vice principal walked in to do my observation only to find 20 seven year olds hopping around the room like a hoard of little hob-goblins, rhythmically chanting “BREAD! BREAD! BREAD!” while five other kids played ominous beats in a drum circle.
I have never seen anyone look so confused in my life and I really don’t want to know the rating I got on my observation.this is the only non fake text post on tumblr
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Remwolf: Biology Lab
As both a science teacher and a lover of chaos, his biggest fear was losing the struggle against making really good dog puns and having someone call the cops.
double Remwolves today.