Jun. 13th, 2017

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on tonights news: asexual or aromantic folks, while not having some of the same experiences as other lgbt groups, still deserve to be able to find safety in our community because they go through enough shit from people who youd think would understand their struggles and empathize………. more at 10

also no group in the community has the same experiences of the other groups. lesbians don’t have the same experiences as gay men. bisexual people don’t have the same experiences as lesbians or gay men. transgender people don’t have the same experiences as bisexual people. if we’re gonna base it on 100% shared experiences then our community wouldn’t have this many groups, which I know is what the white gays want but that’s not actually what our community is about

not only that, but not all gay men have the same experiences. neither do all lesbians, trans people, bi folks, and yes ace and aro spec folks. people who share the same sexual or romantic orientations or gender identities have shared or similar experiences, but they aren’t monolithic groups. for example, a gay man who grew up in an accepting and open-minded family is not at the same sort of risk as one who grew up with parents that rejected him; that doesn’t mean that both men don’t experience homophobia, but they likely experience it very differently! it’s also why it’s useless to argue about which identity group has it “worse” or is “more oppressed” when people within groups have very different experiences, which result from the intersection of class, race, ethnicity, ability, etc. this is one of the key ideas of intersectionality: one that seems to elude many REGs/TERFs. 

The idea of a unified experience or “socialization” is impossible, and this is perhaps the greatest weakness in REGs and TERFs arguments.

And now the weather
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some kid on tumblr: hey man if youre feeling down i like to take a nice hot shower to cheer me up

some fucking troglodyte: op clearly has never been depressed. in fact this post made my depression worse. nice going clarence Op why do you hate mentally ill people janet. why did you do this Kimberly
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♡ MERMAY! Part 1 ♡
I had a great time exploring negative shapes this Mermay. All originals are up for sale on my new site:
♡ JIJI.storenvy.com ♡
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don’t get it twisted like i respect bugs for being the best they can be in spite of their specific assigned flesh prisons and their ecological significance but they need to stay the fuck away from me 
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“We were just enjoying the music.” (x)
Powerful Photo Series Shares The Stories Of Pulse Nightclub Survivors, Family Members, And First Responders
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Well fuck…
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I really don’t trust anyone who films themselves doing nice things. It removes all genuineness from the act. If you can’t just give the man a sandwich or the boy some shoes without a recording you clearly have an ulterior motive. 

also thanks for exposing this person to the internet at what could be their most trying time. do you really think anyone wants to be filmed while someone buys them one cheap meal that will last them a few hours? society already treats poor people like shit. don’t make it worse.

StopUsingThePoorAsProps2k4ever

Going to use this as a teachable moment: Judaism also says DON’T DO THIS. The best way to help someone is without making a show of it, and to help people help themselves. Give in ways that respect the recipient’s person-hood, not the donor’s ego.

Maimonides made a scale of eight levels of giving. Here are the ways to give from worst to best in the words of Jewish Virtual Library:

When donations are given grudgingly.

When one gives less than he should, but does so cheerfully.

When one gives directly to the poor upon being asked.

When one gives directly to the poor without being asked.

Donations when the recipient is aware of the donor’s identity, but the donor still doesn’t know the specific identity of the recipient.

Donations when the donor is aware to whom the charity is being given, but the recipient is unaware of the source. Giving assistance in such a way that the giver and recipient are unknown to each other. Communal funds, administered by responsible people are also in this category.

The highest form of charity is to help sustain a person before they become impoverished by offering a substantial gift in a dignified manner, or by extending a suitable loan, or by helping them find employment or establish themselves in a business so as to make it unnecessary for them to become dependent on others.
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that these women weren’t forced into this work

that these women are of age

that these women were treated properly on set

that these women are okay with it being released in the format it has been released(onto which website/etc)

you fucking don’t

IF YOU’RE WATCHING HIGH-PRODUCTION PORN FROM MAINSTREAM COMPANIES, YOU CAN NOW BE CERTAIN OF ALL OF THESE THINGS. The major companies require an STD test every fourteen days, and some even require WEEKLY tests. They go to great lengths to make sure the performers feel comfortable on set and their actions are consensual, before and after filming.

They go to very, VEEEEEEEERY, perhaps annoyingly great lengths to verify age. If I lose ONE of my government-issued ID’s, I’m totally fucked fr work with these people. We also have to sign a LOT of paperwork, on video, while LISTENING to someone tell us “this will be published on the internet. is that okay?” to which we answer YES.
More into amateur porn? That’s okay! You can still take measures to ensure that you’re buying safe, consensual porn! By buying it DIRECTLY from female performers on websites like MyGirlFund. Then, you don’t even have to give money to one of the big porn companies, which many of us understandably have some qualms with. It goes straight to her!
I realize there are problems in sex work. NONE OF THEM GET SOLVED BY CONVINCING PEOPLE TO STOP PAYING US. YOU ARE STARVING SEX WORKERS WHEN YOU DO THAT.But hey, when have radfems ever given a fuck about the women they actively harm with their misguided efforts?

This is all extremely good information about how to consume porn responsibly.
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If you’re not Native American, its not smudging its smoke cleansing.

If you’re not Native American, its not a spirit animal, it’s an animal guide, patronus or daemon. (And no it’s not a totem animal either.)

If youre not African American or Afro-Carribean, it’s not a voodoo doll it’s a poppet.

Yes, you’re not wrong in pointing out that i just gave you a list of synonyms. No one is saying that these CONCEPTS are inherently appropriation. But specific terms carry their specific ties. Know what ties are for you, and what aren’t.
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If The Elder Scrolls 6 isn’t revealed at E3 this year I am going to break into Todd Howard’s house, eat all his food, leave his shower running, pour Sprite into his blu-ray player, and cover all his furniture in tinfoil.

i hope you have a good security system todd
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Grace fuck, why would you invoke her name like that???

Okay, fine, gather round children, buckle up because we’re going on a bumpy ride back to everyone’s collective least favorite place: 7th grade.

Some background: I went to a very small Catholic school. One class per grade (we were the largest with 19 kids), everyone knew each other whether they wanted to or not. Despite basically every teacher and faculty members insistence that we were The Best And Most Special Class In The School and that everyone loved having us, the longstanding 7th grade teacher Mrs. O’Hara decided to retire in the summer of 2008, meaning the school had to find us a new teacher for the upcoming year. This would be like, the first new teacher in the school in a while, and as she was getting the ‘best class’, it was viewed as a Big Deal. Somewhere in like July or August we got a letter announcing Mrs. Stubel, and it came with a list of books to pick for the summer reading, and that was basically all the information we had.

So…the first day of class. She seems nice enough. Very…ditsy, I guess? It was very easy for her to get herself off topic while talking. She constantly paced around the room, never staying in one spot for longer than a second, complaining she has restless leg syndrome. Which like, I’m sure she did, but she was in the middle of introducing herself and then went on a 20 minute tangent about restless leg syndrome without anyone prompting her. It was almost like you could see her scattered thoughts flying around her head.

So anyone, she eventually gives somewhat of an introduction- she had only taught in public schools before, and kept worrying she ‘didn’t know’ how to teach in a Catholic school despite the entire class insisting literally nothing was different, you just teach the curriculum, twice a week we have religion class with Sister Mary King, that’s literally it (she still talked over us in worry), she told us about her kids, she told us about her obsession with Emily Dickinson, stuff like that.

And then she hands us this worksheet.

She’s like, “Oh, these are just some basic questions for you to answer! Just so I can get to know you guys better!” like in lieu of an icebreaker game, which is fine, but…the questions. The questions were all “What is your most haunting fear?”, “What is your deepest regret?”, “Have you ever experienced the pain of loss?”, “What was your worst injury?”, “What was your worst nightmare?”, all questions like that, and then on the back she wanted us to draw a gravestone and write out what we wanted our epitaph to be.

We were twelve year olds, mind you.

Oh my God and one girl missed the first day because of her grandmother’s funeral, so when she came the next day and saw what the teacher was insisting she do for homework, she almost had a panic attack? And the lady still made her do it? Literally who wants to think about death anymore at a time like that omfg.

Okay, so then we get to the summer reading book reports, right? Now, she had given a list of maybe, 20 books that you could pick from, read it, and then present an oral report on it. You had to have notecards and you had to be able to answer questions from the class at the end. All in all, I’ve had worse projects.

So, on this list, she apparently put Madeleine L’Engle’s entire book series on the list…only she did not make it known that this was a series and not multiple stand alone books, so when reports started up it caused mass-panic of kids trying to put together plot points and make connections on what the hell they had read.

I was the only kid in the class who had chosen to read “A Wrinkle In Time”, and that has since lead to a series of events that…really actually scares me, I’m still incredibly freaked out, I’m not going to get into it right now because it’ll take away from the current story, but just know that I’m not above wondering if it only happened because I read the book for Stubel.

Anyway, so like, I got through the report okay. The class asking questions about it was fine, but the teacher kept asking questions that didn’t make sense, like, at all. My friend Angie has always had super neat handwriting and Mrs. Stubel got like, obsessed with her notecards and asked if she could borrow them for something. When we got our grades back a few weeks later, Angie had points taken off for not having notecards.

And then her teaching just…didn’t happen. She’d never stay on a topic, she’d always get herself distracted! We were not learning anything. And like, this wasn’t a class of advanced smart kids that loved to learn. By all accounts we should’ve been thrilled. But it got out of hand. It got to points where we had to start teaching lessons to ourselves, asking teacher from other grades for help, always coming home in tears, complaining constantly to our parents and the principal because this woman wasn’t teaching us anything. There were two kids who asked her multiple times for extra help, and she told them each time to ‘talk to me after school’, but then she’d leave immediately after school so they wouldn’t be able to talk to her. They finally brought up the issue in the middle of class and she had a breakdown, yelling about how nobody ever thinks that maybe the teacher has a lot of work to do, and maybe she’s entitled to taking off early, but when we tried to argue she shouldn’t schedule meetings and then break them off in the name of relaxation, she stormed out of the room and tried to get the principal to give us detention. (Which, like, our school didn’t even do, and she was the only one in the wrong during this situation) We are still in September at this point, and already at least ten kids have parents considering transferring them to another school. (And remember, there was only 19 of us, and most of the class had been together since preschool, so that was a big deal).

Then, she starts coming in with all the weird bruises. All the Moms™ immediately started gossiping that her husband had to be beating her, and that’s why she was so screwy in the head. But the way she talked about her husband made it seem like he *might* be dead, and we actually did witness her fall and smack her head into a doorknob once, so no one really knew what to believe. (Also, I’m not trying to imply that abuse would make someone crazy or ‘damaged’ or anything, this is just what was being said. I think they were trying to turn her into a more sympathetic character, because if you feel sorry for her you don’t have to hate her for frustrating your kids so much, and Hate Is A Bad Emotion.)

Also…this woman and Emily Dickinson.

She talked about Emily Dickinson every chance she could get. None of us knew who Emily Dickinson really was before she got there and you could see in her mind it was a capitol offense. She found out the curriculum didn’t have room to cover her (because like, we had a text book), and was way too upset about it. She started reading her poems whenever she found the time (usually somewhere in history class), and always gave us very detailed accounts about her dressing up as Emily and reading her poetry at the library.

Now, two things to note here:

The library did not hire her to do this. She would literally just get in the mood, put on an Emily Dickinson costume that she made by herself, drive to different libraries, and just read poetry out loud to everyone there until someone eventually asked her to leave.

The way she described these events…her tone, the look on her face, her posture…you could just tell that she was getting some sort of sexual gratification out of this? Like dressing up as Emily Dickinson in public and reading her sad poems is really what got this lady’s jollies rocking? Got her all hot and bothered? Which is…a lot, but why would you tell a bunch of seventh graders about it holy shit. What about that sounds like a good idea! What about that turns you back on!

So anyway, we learned a lot about Emily Dickinson against our will.

One of the Davids™ was reading a book for pleasure- which shouldn’t have been a shocker, a lot of kids always had books on them, but Stubel got really interested and asked if she could borrow it from him. He was like ‘sure, after I finish it?’ but she took it that day. He asked her for it back for like five weeks straight.

And…the strudels.

Okay, so the school was trying some dorky thing to promote ~togetherness~ or some virtue or something, I don’t remember the specifics of why, but each class had to make a huge themed poster and hang it on the wall outside the classroom. Which was like, whatever, not the most thrilling project but at least it allowed us to be productive vs just sitting there as the teacher runs about the room rambling about her family vacation from four years ago. Mrs. Stubel decided we needed a quirky nickname and after like three days of deliberation we were christened “Stubel’s Special Strudels”!

(points for alliteration or whatever, but no one actually voted for that and what exactly do strudels have to do with Catholicism? It became a big running joke amongst the kids)

Also, in case you were wondering, she didn’t explain the assignment correctly to us- so every other class had like these beautiful, artistic, well-themed and put together posters, while ours was just…literally a bunch of shit thrown together on paper. Nothing fit with each other, it was literally embarrassing to look at.

But then…she wouldn’t drop the strudel thing. Like she kept bringing it up. She got really into strudels and would just tell us random shit about them. Finally, someone jokes that we should get strudels one day for a party (like instead of a pizza party), and she’s Freaking Out and On Board. She really wants to buy us strudels and have a breakfast party now. She talked about it for like two days straight.

So like… you know in school when you would have a pizza party, usually the teacher would buy it? That’s how they always happened in my experience (not counting the last day of 10th grade when some kid had pizza delivered to the school for lunch but it didn’t get there until math class lol). But especially in grade school? Like if it wasn’t a PTA made party that’s super organized, the school would buy the food, right? Right?

Yeah, so she was like, if this is happening you guys need to give me the money. Just give me the money and then I’ll pick them up on my way to work!! And after some arguing some kids are on board. Strudels should only cost a couple dollars right?

And she’s like, oh no, I’m gonna get them from this high end bakery near my house so it’ll be special, but they’re not cheap and it’ll be a big order! I’m gonna need like fifteen dollars from each of you!

And at this point I’m just like…lady. Come on. 

But she keeps insisting. She’s not gonna go until every student in class pays up.

And I’m like…I’m poor. I don’t even like strudel.  And some of the less-naïve kids are siding with me.

And then she pulls that “you guys are just spoiling all the fun for your classmates” shit, like the naïve kids who already paid up, so it gets to the point where we just gotta cave and give her the money.

(I ended up stealing it out of my Crazy Bitch Aunt’s wallet so it’s whatever, I guess.)

And then of course, shockingly enough, every morning she was met with “where are the strudels?” and every morning she went wide eyed, slapped her forehead and yelled in embarrassed horror “I totally forgot! Tomorrow, guys, I promise!”

Honestly, with how scatterbrained and confused she always was…like to this day I can’t tell you with 100% certainty whether she hustled us or was just actually forgetting about the damn pastries, I choose to lean towards the hustled us side because that’s just the type of people I’m used to, but if I found out it was innocent forgetfulness I wouldn’t exactly be surprised.

She couldn’t handle more than one person talking at a time. Like, we’d have break periods, or group work, or something and all the talking made her go wide-eyed and batty. She’d look overworked and anxious and would be darting around the room trying to do work or something but she couldn’t focus and she’d yell at anyone who tried to talk to her directly. I remember one time she was using this boys desk for something so he asked “where am I supposed to sit?” and she snapped “Sit on the ceiling for all I care!”. And this kid was the Class Clown™ , so he immediately grabbed a chair in one hand and started climbing the bookcase to try and reach the ceiling. She’s standing right next to this and doesn’t even notice. He got all four chair legs planted on the ceiling and was trying to somehow maneuver his way into the chair (I really don’t know what the plan was exactly- he was really tall and it was a small building, so I think he probably had the idea that if he can get his body upside down and in the chair, and stretch out his arms like a hand-stand to hold onto bookcase, he could arguably sit on the ceiling.) but he slipped. Crashed into my desk and the two desks next to me, knocked over the book case, broke the chair in half and hit the desks with enough force to knock them down lower. It was hilarious. Everyone was loosing their shit cracking up (he was fine) and it still took Stubel like five minutes to notice his lying out across the desks right in front of her eyes. She was pissed but how did she miss any of it in the first place? She was barely being helpful in whatever it was she was trying to do.

This was the year the Phillies were going to the World Series, and all the grades were having a Phillies Rally in the cafeteria so a news crew was coming to the school and each class was supposed to come up with fun little cheers for them to broadcast. Multiple cheer ideas were presented to her and she vetoed all of them, someone even suggested just singing the damn eagles theme song with replaced words and calling it a day but she vetoed that too, she was very adamant that she could come up with a cheer all by herself and it’ll be the best one (whoever had the best cheer was winning like an ice cream day or something idk). And then like…literally five minutes before the rally she just hands us signs with the letters and was like ‘we’re just gonna spell out Phillies it will be cute won’t it my strudels???’. We were the weakest class there, predictably. I think we lost to the kindergarteners. There might still be a video online of me yelling “ i “ passionately at the top of my lungs. It was online bc our cheer was so bland the news crew cut it out of the broadcast.

I literally can’t say enough about how she never taught us anything. She’d be going on some tangent about how she doesn’t understand the science behind skiing, and I’d be like “Okay yes but please can you just tell me where Romania is on a map???” And she’d start fights whenever someone actually wanted to learn. It was so easy to get her angry but so hard for her to stay on topic. Kids started teaching the class themselves! Like seriously, she’d be rambling and one of us would just go up to the podium, open the teacher’s guide textbook and just start reading out loud and talking over her. By the time she noticed we’d be halfway through a lesson. And we understood it better than when she tried! You know something’s wrong when pre-teens are more qualified for a job than an adult who supposedly went to school for this.

We were in the church having run-throughs for our upcoming Confirmation and she almost set the church on fire…fifteen different times. In less than half an hour. How hard is it to hold a candle?

Okay, and here’s when stuff starts kicking up. It was October 28th, a Tuesday, and it was our last day of school that week because they were having parent-teacher conferences the rest of the week. So we were just hanging out, watching movies in class and reading (lord knows we weren’t learning), and Stubel calls me over to her desk.

So like, she had given everyone little bags with candy for Halloween, but I get up there and she hands me an extra one. And she’s like “Molly I know your birthday is tomorrow and I bought you a present but I left it on my coffee table this morning by accident! So just have the candy for now!”

And I’m like….”Ma’am I’m like, the sixth birthday this year. You didn’t give anyone else presents?”

And she goes “Oh, I know but this is a special secret surprise. I just know you’re gonna love it! Do you wanna stop by my house later this week to pick it up or should I just give it to you Monday after school?”

And like…In writing this sounds like a non-threatening exchange, and like, it was, but I felt so uncomfortable holy shit. I’m looking over my shoulder and shooting my friends SOS signals. Something about this felt so weird in my gut omfg. I told her thanks and I’d just see her Monday.

So we flash forward to Wednesday- my 13th birthday, the day the Phillies won the world series, and also the day my mother innocently strolled into the school for her meeting only to be met with screaming, the sound of heavy destruction, and the school secretary Mrs. Daily running at her in a panic, waving her arms and yelling “YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED GET IN MY OFFICE NOW!”

So my poor mother, who thought she could handle this whole meeting in a few minutes and barely be an hour late for work, is now barricaded in the front office with the school secretary, as the noises from down the hall get louder and louder. The woman explains that they had gotten so many complaints about Mrs. Stubel that this morning, when she got to the school, the principal Sister Patricia called her in and said “Listen, we need you to be professional and still have the parent conferences, but we have to let you go. We just don’t think you fit in well here, and the kids need to come first and feel comfortable in their school.” and like, I’m paraphrasing because I wasn’t there, but we all know she was very polite and professional about it.

Mrs. Stubel, however…was not.

She flipped her chair and stormed out of the office, and locks herself in the seventh grade classroom. She started wrecking the shit out of that place, screaming obscenities and the top of her lungs, they had to call the cops on her! She was locked in there for almost an hour! And let me just give you a nice little list of everything she did in that classroom:

Smashed three windows.

Threw everything off her desk and carved swear words all over it.

Got cleaning fluid that she knew would damage the chalk boards, smeared it all over.

Cracked the chalk boards by repeatedly smashing chairs against them.

Wrote swear words all over the walls and on desks

Went into students desks, ripped up their books.

Stole my glasses. (which were in my desk bc I only used them in class at the time)

Threw some desks around.

Carved swear words into the boards. (there was so much carving I’m assuming she just had a knife on her person, which has to lead to the question, did she have a knife on her while she was in class with us?)

Physically ripped the hooks to hang backpacks on out of the wall.

Knocked the closet door off it’s hinges.

Ripped up all the books in the bookcases and threw their pages all around the room.

Wrote lewd phrases inside student’s desks.

Broke multiple chairs.

Used her podium as a battering ram against the wall that’s in front of where the backpacks go. (the wall won but Damage Was Inflicted)

Set a fire in the trash can.

When the principal and other teachers started trying to get in, she tossed her rolling chair at the door to scare them off.

She was screaming curse words at the top of her lungs the entire time, and cursing the school and the kids and the principal and the church in general, and the school building was small, so all the parents and the smaller children that had to come to the meetings (who were locked in their respective classrooms in fear) heard everything.

So much more? But it’s 4:30 in this morning and this list is already long.

So my mom is in the front office and deadass the

entire police force

shows up, running down the hallway to the classroom yelling at her to stop, and it takes a while for them to get her out holy shit. They knocked down the door and she tried to escape out of one of the broken windows! But they got her and dragged her out.

So of course, in such a small school with very involved parents this shit spread like wildfire. The entire town knew within the day. The poor principal called the newly retired old-seventh grade teacher and was like “So we…need some help” and the lady was like “I already heard I’ll be there Monday” omfg. I remember I got a text from one of my classmates saying “if your birthday wish was for us to be set free from the beast I love you” omfg.

So, we eventually go back to school on Monday and everyone’s buzzing. The principal has us go to the cafeteria and she ‘delicately’ explains the situation, and that the old teacher is coming out of retirement for us, the school has a restraining order against Mrs. Stubel now and that she’s sorry we had to deal with this mess. Our classroom had to go under some heavy reconstruction before we could be let back in there, so for like two weeks we alternated between the cafeteria and the preschooler’s classroom, we had no books or anything, just provided loose-leaf paper and pens. It was like, surreal, but everyone was just so happy to be rid of her and to be in the presence of a competent teacher omfg. We eventually were able to get back into our usual classroom.

It took a while for things to go completely back to normal, though. After the big spectacle she made, for weeks after she was fired we were all very scared of the possibility of Mrs. Stubel returning to the school with a gun in hand. It was always a topic we whispered about at lunch with wide eyes and shivers. Like…genuine nightmare scenario.

About two weeks after she was fired, a boy in the back of the classroom gasped loudly during SSR, and when we all looked at him, he whispered in anger “She never gave us our freakin’ strudels!”

About three months after she was fired, we were lined up at the door to go to Library when a few of us looked through the windows and saw something darting through the trees. It was fast and we couldn’t make anything out, so we let it drop. When the class and teacher returned half and hour later, the book she had borrowed months before from one of the boys was sitting on his desk. It was just laying there, the room was silent, nothing had been disturbed…but I have never seen a book look so threatening. People were freaking out. Someone kept insisting that she turned the book into a bomb. No one figure out how she got in the school, and no one could figure out how she got it on the right desk, as we had switched the seating arrangement since she had last been there.  

A full six months after she had left, it was nearing the end of the school year and our class was dicking around during our last computer class. Someone found a website (that we weren’t allowed to be on) that pulls up any police records attached to whoever’s name you enter, so someone decided to search Mrs. Stubel as a joke. We ended up finding out she had like six DUI’s.

Aaaaand that’s the story of the horrendous teacher I had for two months in 7th grade. One of my favorite party stories but tbh she still haunts me™ .
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The Blood Tribe in southern Alberta has honoured the success of one of its members, Eugene Brave Rock.

A ceremony held at the Tatsikiisaapo'p Middle School on Thursday saw the 39-year-old actor bestowed with a headdress — the highest honour given in First Nations culture.

“Not just anybody can get a headdress,” said his aunt, Ramona Bighead, who attended the ceremony.

“Only the most notable people get one. We felt that Eugene deserved that honour.”

Brave Rock is making waves in entertainment circles for his recent role as “Chief” in Wonder Woman, the DC Comics superhero film distributed by Warner Bros.

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Born and raised on the Blood reserve, Brave Rock was highly influenced by his Blackfoot culture.

Bighead believes her nephew has displayed leadership to the community while earning the headdress honour.

“For him being an actor, in my opinion, he’s probably going to portray an Indigenous person on screen again,” she said.

“Now he has the full right to wear a headdress. No one can ever say, ‘Hey, you have no right to wear this.’”

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I never thought a post about rabies would be re-blogged as many times as it has! I’m glad that people are paying attention and hopefully learning something after reading it. Since that post I have gotten a few questions and am also seeing questions as well as some blatant misinformation in re-blogs so I would like to hopefully clear all of that up.

First let’s make sure we all understand what rabies is. Rabies is a virus, specifically a Lyssavirus. The virus is found all over the world although there are some places where it has been eliminated or never existed in the first place. Australia doesn’t have rabies but it does have a bat Lyssavirus which is similar although they don’t really like to talk about it. Rabies is only really a problem for mammals (we now believe some birds can be infected but let’s not go there). Any mammal can be infected but in the USA there are different varieties of rabies that tend to infect specific mammals based on geographic location. The Eastern U.S. has lots of raccoon rabies, North is skunk, Central/South is skunk and fox, Southwest has fox, and the West is mainly skunk. Puerto Rico is unusual because their main rabies vector is the mongoose. Bats are also rabies reservoirs pretty much everywhere. This does not mean that if you are bitten by a skunk in Puerto Rico you don’t have to worry about rabies, just that a mongoose is more likely a carrier. We in the U.S.A. are lucky. Because of our relative isolation from other land masses and our vaccination campaigns, we don’t worry about rabies so much. In other parts of the world like India or Africa, people are killed by rabies every single day. The biggest carriers there are not wildlife but dogs and cats. Can you imagine? Walking down the street and being bitten by a stray dog and then you’re dead in a few weeks. That happens every single day.

Luckily rabies virus only exists in a few select types of body tissue/excretions, specifically saliva and nervous system tissue. Bites are the main way people and other animals are infected although getting saliva in an open wound or on a mucus membrane could also result in infection. Most people are not going to rub brain or CNS tissue on open wounds so that is not a common route of exposure. Theoretically an animal could have saliva on its claws and then scratch you, infecting you with rabies but this is so far of the realm of probability that a scratch is not usually considered exposure. Blood, urine, and feces do not contain rabies virus.

Once an animal or person is bitten the virus makes its way into a nerve and travels up the nerve toward the brain. This can take weeks or months depending on the location of the bite and the species infected. After the virus gets into the brain and multiplies it will head into the salivary glands. Dogs and cats can have enough virus in the saliva to spread it even before they are showing signs. This is likely the same with other species as well. This means that just because an animal is behaving normally does not mean it isn’t rabid.

Animals tend to manifest rabies in two different ways: “dumb” rabies or furious rabies. With dumb rabies animals seem slow, they will just stare off into space or wander around seeming confused. Furious rabies is where animals become highly aggressive, froth at the mouth, and lose inhibition. Again, behavior is not a great indicator of rabies status and some animals will exhibit some signs but not others.

What happens if a pet is bitten? This really depends on the vaccine status of the animal, the species of animal, and where the pet lives. Generally a dog or a cat that is up to date on rabies will be quarantined for a prescribed amount of time and re-vaccinated. A dog or cat that is overdue for vaccination will be quarantined for a longer period of time and then vaccinated. This quarantine is to make sure if the pet was infected, we give the virus time to show symptoms without being a danger to the public.

Because wild animals have not been studied to see if the rabies vaccine is effective, they are always euthanized and tested for rabies. Even a pet skunk, raccoon, etc. is considered wild and will be euthanized. We just do not know if the rabies vaccine is effective in them and the risk to human life is too great. Even in dogs and cats the rabies vaccine is not always 100% effective.

People that get rabies tend to feel sick, as if they have the flu. This then turns into CNS signs like confusion, aggression, delirium, difficulty sleeping, ataxia, etc. ONCE A PERSON SHOWS SIGNS OF INFECTION THERE IS NO TREATMENT! This is why rabies is such a huge health concern and why we play safe and test animals even if there is a suspicion of infection. People die. That’s it. Let that sink in.

If you are infected with rabies and do not get immediate treatment you will die. There is no alternative. 10 people in the entire world have survived rabies, 8 of those people had been vaccinated against it previously. 2 people without pre-exposure vaccination have survived rabies, in the entire world. And these people are not “normal”, they will have medical problems for their entire lives. The fact that they survived is the closest thing to an honest to goodness miracle that I can think of.

RABIES WILL KILL YOU. YOU WILL DIE IF EXPOSED TO RABIES AND DON’T GO TO THE HOSPITAL.

Ok. So what will happen when you go to the hospital? Many people are afraid of rabies treatment because they have heard it’s an ungodly number of shots into their abdomen and horribly painful. That is not the case but let’s pretend for a moment it is. Let’s say you need 50 injections directly into your abdomen and they hurt a lot. The alternative is death. I think the shots are preferable. In reality, if you have never been vaccinated against rabies here is what happens:

Your wound will be cleaned
You will get an injection of immune globulin
You will get a rabies vaccine (day 0) in your arm
You’ll come back on days 3, 7, and 14 for rabies vaccines

That’s it. 5 total injections spread out over a two week period. None of them given in your abdomen.

If you have previously been vaccinated you will simply get two vaccines, 4 days apart.

It is ridiculous that we even have to discuss paying for life saving medical care, but that is the case here in the USA. As someone who had to pay off an emergency surgery over a decade, I completely understand the fear of medical bills. Again though, the alternative is death. Bills are better than death.

If you have medical insurance your rabies treatment should be covered. If you don’t, you still need the treatment. Bills are better than death. Many hospitals have discount programs if you ask, you will have to fill out lots of paperwork but it will lower the cost. You can also sign up for prescription assistance via http://ift.tt/2obFu3U it’s free and it covers the rabies vaccine and immune globulin. Unfortunately the less money you have, the more paperwork you will need to fill out but your life is literally on the line.

Lots to read but I hope that it helps clear up some confusion. Speak to your vet and human physician if you have questions and please, always go get medical help if you are bitten by a wild animal or pet that might have rabies.

@theexoticvet, thanks for throwing out some more basic rabies information! Some stuff I want to add. 

Many exotic animals species are vaccinated for rabies off label - pretty much any zoo mammal, for instance, will have had one - but this does not mean they are legally protected and they will still be euthanized if they bite someone. This is something a lot of people are unaware of. The rabies vaccine has not be proven effective by the government for non-domestic animals, which means nobody is not willing to accept the liability if it doesn’t work. There’s a good amount of anecdotal evidence that it does protect exotic animals (from known exposure situations that were quarantined monitored), but this is not a guarantee of safety and does not change the fact that any non-domestic animal must be euthanized and tested, no matter if they were vaccinated off-label or not. 

Rabies shots, from what I know of them, contain about 1ml-2ml of fluid. It’s a similar amount of fluid as the intra-muscular birth control injection (depo) - so it’s uncomfortable for a day or so, but not nearly the same as the horror stories you’ve heard about what the shots used to be. 

If you’ve encountered a potentially rabid animal, do not try to take care of it yourself. Get anyone who might be nearby further away, call animal control, and keep an eye on it. Animal control will have the correct tools and training to safely capture and contain a rabid animal.  Please don’t try to shoot it if you’re somewhere that’s legal - the last thing you want to worry about is exposure to aerosolized brain matter. This is one of those really important times to let the professionals do their job. 
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Fun Vampire Fact; the reason that Vampires traditionally cannot see their reflections in a mirror is because mirrors used to be backed with a reflective layer of silver — which, as the metal of purity, would not ‘interact’ with Vampires, who are the Devil’s work.

However, modern mirrors have used aluminum as their reflective backing for many years now — and aluminum is not a ‘picky’ metal at all. So Vampires are able to see their reflections in modern mirrors.

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