recipe makers NEED to stop framing vegan food as “healthy food” and assuming that the vegan cook/eater requires caloric and macronutrient breakdowns on every recipe or food review. fixating on notions of “health” (read: weight loss) when it comes to veganism not only nullifies the ethical commitment the lifestyle implies but also assigns a new, wildly unethical and dangerous social imperative of body punishment instead. this creates a deadly environment for vegans with EDs, as well as others whose class/disability/ etc contexts require them to consume processed foods.
The imbrication of contemporary “plant based” culture with diet culture/antifatness is stripping bodily autonomy from marginalized people who want to follow their ethical commitments, but cannot do so without putting their lives in danger.
#hate that veganism is still equated with a diet
EXACTLY! veganism is not about weight loss. it is not about starvation. it is not about restriction. it is not about thinness.
& I want fat vegans, vegans healing from eds, vegans who mostly eat “junk food”, vegans who eat instant meals, vegans who are gaining weight / want to gain weight, to know: I love you so fucking much and you are doing awesome!!
as vegans, our goal is to improve our individual & collective relationships with other living things, and, through the minimization of harm + maximization of active compassion, create the ecological conditions for truly collective, multispecies liberation from all systems of hierarchy and oppression.
this praxis starts within. It is incompatible with a worldview that celebrates restriction, one that promotes hierarchical visions of “health” and “beauty” as social status markers. we have the opportunity to reimagine the world with care and intention. to cook and eat toward that purpose (how cool is that!!). don’t make the mistake of equating our political orientation with reactionary pro-diet, anti-care politics.
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U.S. conservatives always talk about creating jobs but get SO MAD whenever anyone mentions banning prison labor like imagine the insane ammout of jobs that would be created literally overnight if companies in your country had to actually employ people instead of using slave labor from people that got caught with weed 10 years ago.
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“everybody experiences that” says mother who has the same symptom of the same mental illness
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king cailan dragonageorigins is the funniest character in all of fiction based exclusively on how obviously about to die he is the moment you meet him
my guy shows up and says “i was hoping id get to 1v1 an archdemon today but honestly these darkspawn are kinda cringe. im gonna ignore wise warnings about taking this all 1% more seriously and go speak to my good old trusty right hand man who looks like somebody made a sim of the concept of betrayal as a guy”
and if you say hes a dumbass everybodys like thats your king!!! you cant say that!!!!!!!
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all goofing aside I genuinely don’t understand the urge to reimagine Taylor Allison Swift as a secretly queer icon when the pop music scene™ is like. literally overflowing with women who actually like women. Gaga and Kesha and Miley and Halsey are right there. Rina Sawayama and Hayley Kiyoko and Rebecca Black and Kehlani and Victoria Monét and Miya Folick if you’re willing to get slightly less top 100. Janelle and Demi for them nonbinary takes on liking girls. like what are we doing here. like I’m not even saying you can’t enjoy Taylor but why would you hang all your little gay hopes on her.
Isn’t Lady Gaga bisexual?
yes that is indeed why she’s on the list of famous women who like women
why have multiple people reblogged this with some horse-assed “um actually most of these people are bi or pan” did I fucking stutter I said they like girls. what is your point. I’m going to kill you.
#op probably has this post muted but the icon is too real.
the icon is because of this post
POV: you make a good post and then encounter tumblr reading comprehension
btw to just clarify for anyone who sees this reblog of this post
op is basically saying something along the lines of “yea ik taylor swift is bi but like. why is she y'all’s only lgbtq+ pop icon when there are all these other lgbtq+ people in the pop scene???”
i might have worded this badly but hopefully i got the main point across
hi op here I certainly did not fucking say Taylor Swift is bi
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Eugenics
I just felt these tags were too important not to add @blacksasuke
Raise your hand if you’ve ever heard “Black people don’t need sunscreen because they don’t burn.”
Raise your other hand if you were today years old when you found out that not only is that not true, but Black people are more likely than white people to die of skin cancer, because they’re told they don’t need to take precautions, sunburn doesn’t visually appear as quickly on Black skin even as the damage is being done, and then doctors aren’t taught what skin cancer looks like on Black people so by the time they catch it, it’s too fucking late.
I’ve been singing that song for a while tbh. It’s amazing how many times I’ve brought up sunscreen or skin screenings with a dermatologist, and women I know don’t realize they also could develop sun cancer.
If you’re reading this and you’re black, please I am begging you look up what melanoma and the other skin cancers look like on darker skin. It’s on the internet, it’s a quick google search, please do it now while it’s in your mind.
And once you’ve done that give yourself a full body check-over. Remember to include around your eyes, the back of your neck, and the part in your hair. Also! Please make an appointment with a dermatologist in your area (check reviews online to find one who is comfortable checking you) and go see them.
Skin cancer is very treatable if it’s caught early. However it can be very serious and often deadly if it isn’t. Take! This! Seriously! If you’re black you still have skin, and you can still get skin cancer! You really do owe it to yourself to know what to look for, and to check yourself on a monthly basis. It could genuinely be the difference between life and death.
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the woman in the river shows me an axe of silver and asks if it is the one I lost. I respond that it is. she produces an axe of gold and asks the same question again. I shamefully look away, not sure whether I’m comfortable admitting that I was dual wielding
she stares at me in abject confusion as I take stock of my tools. a look of dissatisfaction brews on her face. “but why is one golden?” the woman asks.
I tug nervously at my coat, feeling the slightest bit insulted. “well, it’s not cheap to have a matching pair,” I tell her. “not everyone can afford two golden axes.”
“why not two silver axes?”
“I had the money for one golden axe.”
the woman crosses her arms. “but the gold is worse for everything you’d want an axe to do.”
“it’s not. it was more expensive and also really hard to find.”
“gold” she says, “is softer than silver.”
“it’s literally not, though,” I say. “that’s a really common misconception, but pure silver is softer than gold.”
“most metal sold as silver is actually an alloy. that axe is probably sterling silver. I don’t believe for a second someone made you a pure silver axe.”
I look at my axe, then back to the woman, then back to my axe.
“it was pure silver when it went into the river.”
an unreadable expression. with a great splash, the woman disappears into the current.
for three days and three nights, I wander along the river’s edge, hoping to find the woman again. I throw rocks, twigs, and once or twice a weird looking animal into the water. it’s all to no avail.
on the final evening, I see a glint at the river’s mouth. I run as quickly as I can, knowing I’ve finally found… oh for fuck’s sake, it’s just silver-plated. I lob the awful thing into the river with a huff.
“how can you tell?” asks the woman, peeking out of the water. “that could be the one you’ve lost.”
“it’s not.”
“but you won’t cut your losses and move on,” she gestures wide, “one axe the richer?”
“that’s too wide of a gesture for a cheap knick knack,” I say, gesturing modestly in some approximation of how much I think the silver-plated axe is worth. the woman seems annoyed.
“I’ve been telling you, you have your real axe. the gold axe is the one that sucks.”
“so what?” I spit. “are you suggesting I just use two cheap silver axes instead of my cool pure silver and gold axes?”
she groans. “I honestly would, man.”
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