We were grabbing a bite of lunch at a small cafe, in a mall, right across from a booth that sold jewelry and where ears could be pierced for a fee. A mother approaches with a little girl of six or seven years old. The little girl is clearly stating that she doesn’t want her ears pierced, that’s she’s afraid of how much it will hurt, that she doesn’t like earrings much in the first place. Her protests, her clear ‘no’ is simply not heard. The mother and two other women, who work the booth, begin chatting and trying to engage the little girl in picking out a pair of earrings. She has to wear a particular kind when the piercing is first done but she could pick out a fun pair for later.
"I don’t want my ears pierced."
"I don’t want any earrings."
The three adults glance at each other conspiratorially and now the pressure really begins. She will look so nice, all the other girls she knows wear earrings, the pain isn’t bad.
She, the child, sees what’s coming and starts crying. As the adults up the volume so does she, she’s crying and emitting a low wail at the same time. “I DON’T WANT MY EARS PIERCED.”
Her mother leans down and speaks to her, quietly but strongly, the only words we could hear were ‘… embarrassing me.’
We heard, then, two small screams, when the ears were pierced.
Little children learn early and often that ‘no doesn’t mean no.’
Little children learn early that no one will stand with them, even the two old men looking horrified at the events from the cafeteria.
Little girls learn early and often that their will is not their own.
No means no, yeah, right.
Most often, for kids and others without power, ”no means force.”
from "No Means Force" at Dave Hingsburger’s blog.
This is important. It doesn’t just apply to little girls and other children, though it often begins there.
For the marginalized, our “no’s” are discounted as frivolous protests, rebelliousness, or anger issues, or we don’t know what we’re talking about, or we don’t understand what’s happening.
When “no means force” we become afraid to say no.
dog trying to save fishes
scully: mulder what do you think happened here?
A great addition to your garden or back yard. - Bee watering station.
Bees need water just like we do but often times drown in open water. To make a bee watering station you can either do what is shown in the photo above and fill the bowl of a dog/cat watering jug with stones or you can fill a small dish with marbles and add water to that. That way the bees have something to land on!
YES. I need to start a bee sanctuary.
This is a cool idea!
Definitely a great idea to have a constant-feed waterer!! Fill it with stones/small rocks/marbles, even packing peanuts - just give them enough of an island to land on and stay dry so they can get a sip. :)
US Residents, Check out:
Pollinator.org for more references, info, and ideas on how to help our pollinator friends!
Zoos: where some animals are so sad they’re on antidepressants.
These 13 facts will make you NEVER visit a zoo AGAIN: http://peta2.me/tumblzoo
Crying. And not just because of the pregnancy hormones.
THIS IS WHAT ANARCHY LOOKS LIKE.
Hope for the future.
This kid is incredible.
Anonymous said: I think a lot of vegans (not all) ignore or fail to address the fact that the mass produce they eat comes from the labour of unpaid immigrants. I think what the person was trying to say is that veganism often ignores this for the sake of animals
I think a lot of omnivores (most) fail to realize that they eat plant food too. So we exclude a great deal of suffering from our diets, and get shit for it. You do what you can, or else you really can’t say anything. I hate the “if I can’t help everything I won’t help anything” mentality, It literally makes zero sense…you have to start somewhere. You can also eat vegan humanely, if you pay attention to where you’re getting your food. You can’t eat meat humanely.
I’m glad someone posted this….I always feel like what I do isn’t enough (living vegan, trying to live as sustainable as possible) but I’m doing what I can, with the funds I have available right now. I can’t always afford organic/local produce, but when I can I buy it.
This is why I don’t want to take our future son to zoos and such.
When I was 15, and still pretty new to Canada and English terms, my boyfriend at the time told me he liked wife beaters, I side eyed him so hard & called him out on it, while he reassured me it was simply the name of the shirt.
I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who noticed how fucked up the term is.
I’ve always hated that shit. I grew up calling them tank tops or undershirts and will continue to do so