Cosmo, you sexist piece of shit.
Oh boo. There’s Wanda, his wife, grinning evilly in the background as he’s saying it.
Besides, context is important. Remember what this episode was? "Queen for a Day." The one with Trixie Tang’s birthday?
The entire point of Wanda hitting Timmy with this wish was to teach a moral to him. Timmy was hitting a mental roadblock trying to come up with a birthday present for Trixie, not having a clue what “a girl” would want for her birthday. Cue the wish forcing him into a female body and… Still pretty much liking the exact same stuff. And as he later found out, Trixie liked the same things he did, even if gender norms didn’t fit for it all.
In the end, Timmy ends up giving Trixie the present she wanted in a comic book store, but fakes getting upset over it when he gives it to her because her friends thought it was only for boys. But, she WAS grateful.
And this moment? This right here? Our male protagonist, Timmy, is now getting playfully mocked by Cosmo for suddenly being a girl. That’s going to teach boys, through the eyes of Timmy, how stupid it is to be demeaning to females for being female.
This episode was basically a giant slap in the face to the idea of gender norms. And you’re still calling Cosmo sexist for reinforcing the moral, which is how stupid even casual sexism is?
Childhood is firmly not ruined, thank you.
A photo campaign explores the diverse experience that black students at Harvard have to face. ”Our voices often go unheard on this campus, our experiences are devalued, our presence is questioned” — this project is their way of speaking back, of claiming this campus, of standing up to say.
So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.
I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”. So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. He kids face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.
I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specificthey won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals.
a-game-of-romance-and-winchester, thank you. You made a huge difference to this kid, I swear. You gave them something huge and important. I’m obviously so much luckier in my parents than this kid is that it feels wrong to even think this post is even slightly about me, but I can promise you, you made a difference.
When I was in the fourth grade, we got a writing assignment - one of those generic, bland, “talk about a kid with a toy” assignments you get when you’re that age. I, being a weird kid who had recently read Anastasia Krupnik, decided to go for a free verse piece about a kid running off on his bike to escape his parents’ fighting about divorce.
I was nervous handing it in, because Anastasia got an F on her free verse poem, and all the other kids were writing ABCB rhymes about Christmas presents. But my teacher tacked it up on the wall immediately. “This is really, really good,” she said.
I wasn’t comfortable with praise. Besides, I was a smart kid, all my work was at least average. “Thanks, sure, if you really think so, I guess,” I said, and thought no more of it until two weeks later: Parents’ Night. My teacher raved about the poem for ten minutes straight.
My parents were mortified - their words, not mine. Mom wouldn’t stop apologising.
I was in so much trouble that night. I didn’t tell them anything, they looked like idiots who knew nothing about my life, it was so humiliating, do all the kids in your class think we’re getting divorced? your teacher’s clearly worried about you, she’s friends with Gabrielle’s parents so now they’ll think we’re on the rocks too, I don’t know where you get this stuff from, where did you get it, why would you even think of that, you’ve got to go tell your teacher that this isn’t anything to do with real life, where do you get this stuff, what’ve you been reading? You’ve really upset us. We’re so embarrassed and hurt and humiliated. So ashamed.
Fast-forward two weeks. My mom had almost stopped telling me how bad I’d made her feel. All the kids were filing out of the assembly hall after hearing a local author read from his new book.
My teacher pulled me aside. “Someone wants to talk to you. He read your poem, he really likes it, and he wants to see you.”
It was The Author.
I’ve never been more nervous. “Your poem’s really good,” he said.
I squeaked. He had to know, I had to tell him, to make it clear - “My parents aren’t getting divorced, they’re really happy together, I made it all up, really I did!”
"It’s really good. It’s complex, it’s really grown-up and mature. You should keep writing."
"Um," I said. I tried to be really grown-up and mature. “Wow. Thank you.”
I never told my parents; like I said, I was a smart kid. I replayed the memory before I went to sleep every night for at least a month. I replayed it every time my mom reminded me how much I’d hurt her by writing. I hid it somewhere under my ribcage, like hot soup on a day so cold you can’t feel your fingers.
OP, that kid’s got a fucking shitty father and he’s got a tough road to walk. I hope he’s surviving. I hope he finds paper. I hope his secret stash of drawings never get found. I hope he gets out.
But now he’s got one memory of a few minutes with someone who believed in him, believes he can make it, that his dreams and his voice are worth something, was willing to put their money where their mouth was. He’s gonna see that two-dollar pad over and over again in countless grocery stores, and he’s going to know better than to ask his father for another one, maybe he won’t get any paper of his own for years, but I think he’s also going to remember that someone thinks he deserves it.
Whatever happened to that pad in the parking lot, you gave that kid something his father can never rip up. Thank you.
"This is Coy Mathis, a transgender 6 year old living in Colorado. It just so happens that my brother is in her class at Eagleside Elementary School in Fountain, Colorado. When I asked my brother how he felt about Coy he said, “She’s got really cool hair and we play on the slides at recess.” I asked what he thought about Coy’s decision to be a girl and he said, “She is a girl. She just got the wrong body on accident.” How is a 6 year old more understanding and accepting of her than many of the adults at Eagleside Elementary?"
-Courtney (via Have A Gay Day)
It drives me up the wall when adults discriminate against LGBTQIAP+ children, ESPECIALLY trans and non-binary children, and excuse it with “well my child would be confused.”
No, children are still learning about the world every day. They can learn about ALL genders and gender expressions and experiences so easily because they have much less transphobia to unlearn first.
Children can get it. Children can understand. And Adults need to stop using children to mask their own ignorance.
I WANNA BE SOMEONES FAVORITE FRIEND OR FAVORITE PERSON OR SOMETHING LIKE HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE
I felt too much, he didn’t.
six-word story (via c-oquetry)
There’s too much “I need him, he completes me” and not enough “I complete me yet I want them along for this journey”
Do not hate homosexuals, bisexuals, asexuals, ect
But do not hate heterosexuals.
Do not hate trans*gender, agender, non-binary people
But do not hate cissexuals.
Do not hate people of color
But do not hate white people.
Do not hate women
But do not hate men.
Do not hate Christians
But do not hate atheists.
Hatred only breeds more hatred. Is it that hard to understand?
This needs more attention than it’s gotten.
your smile makes flowers bloom
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HOW CAN WE BE HAPPY ?
Once a group of 50 people was attending a seminar.
Suddenly the speaker stopped and decided to do a group activity. He started giving each one a balloon. Each one was asked to write his/her name on it using a marker pen. Then all the balloons were collected and put in another room.
Now these delegates were let in that room and asked to find the balloon which had their name written, within 5 minutes. Everyone was frantically searching for their name, colliding with each other, pushing around others and there was utter chaos.
At the end of 5 minutes no one could find their own balloon.
Now each one was asked to randomly collect a balloon and give it to the person whose name was written on it.
Within minutes everyone had their own balloon.
The speaker began— exactly this is happening in our lives. Everyone is frantically looking for happiness all around, not knowing where it is.
Our happiness lies in the happiness of other people. Give them their happiness; you will get your own happiness.
And this is the purpose of human life.