Foxtrot. Uniform. Charlie. Kilo.

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teen4ngst: Fucked up in every sense of the term

Sun, 26 May 2013 07:22:57 +0100

teen4ngst:

Fucked up in every sense of the term

drunktrophywife: Amanda Bynes wasn’t allowed on a flight because she didn’t have proper id because...

Fri, 24 May 2013 16:22:30 +0100

drunktrophywife:

Amanda Bynes wasn’t allowed on a flight because she didn’t have proper id because the id she tried to use was “im Amanda Bynes google me”

adriofthedead: someone give this dude a medal

Thu, 23 May 2013 23:42:13 +0100

adriofthedead:

someone give this dude a medal

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The Problem with 'Boys Will Be Boys'

Thu, 23 May 2013 23:41:10 +0100

The Problem with 'Boys Will Be Boys':

gettingahealthybody:

For months, every morning when my daughter was in preschool, I watched her construct an elaborate castle out of blocks, colorful plastic discs, bits of rope, ribbons and feathers, only to have the same little boy gleefully destroy it within seconds of its completion.

No matter how many times he did it, his parents never swooped in BEFORE the morning’s live 3-D reenactment of “Invasion of AstroMonster.” This is what they’d say repeatedly:

“You know! Boys will be boys!”

“He’s just going through a phase!”

“He’s such a boy! He LOVES destroying things!”

“Oh my god! Girls and boys are SO different!”

“He. Just. Can’t. Help himself!”

I tried to teach my daughter how to stop this from happening. She asked him politely not to do it. We talked about some things she might do. She moved where she built. She stood in his way. She built a stronger foundation to the castle, so that, if he did get to it, she wouldn’t have to rebuild the whole thing. In the meantime, I imagine his parents thinking, “What red-blooded boy wouldn’t knock it down?”

She built a beautiful, glittery castle in a public space.

It was so tempting.

He just couldn’t control himself and, being a boy, had violent inclinations.

She had to keep her building safe.

Her consent didn’t matter. Besides, it’s not like she made a big fuss when he knocked it down. It wasn’t a “legitimate” knocking over if she didn’t throw a tantrum.

His desire — for power, destruction, control, whatever- - was understandable.

Maybe she “shouldn’t have gone to preschool” at all. OR, better if she just kept her building activities to home.

I know it’s a lurid metaphor, but I taught my daughter the preschool block precursor of don’t “get raped” and this child, Boy #1, did not learn the preschool equivalent of “don’t rape.”

Not once did his parents talk to him about invading another person’s space and claiming for his own purposes something that was not his to claim. Respect for her and her work and words was not something he was learning. How much of the boy’s behavior in coming years would be excused in these ways, be calibrated to meet these expectations and enforce the “rules” his parents kept repeating?

There was another boy who, similarly, decided to knock down her castle one day. When he did it his mother took him in hand, explained to him that it was not his to destroy, asked him how he thought my daughter felt after working so hard on her building and walked over with him so he could apologize. That probably wasn’t much fun for him, but he did not do it again.

There was a third child. He was really smart. He asked if he could knock her building down. She, beneficent ruler of all pre-circle-time castle construction, said yes… but only after she was done building it and said it was OK. They worked out a plan together and eventually he started building things with her and they would both knock the thing down with unadulterated joy. You can’t make this stuff up.

Take each of these three boys and consider what he might do when he’s older, say, at college, drunk at a party, mad at an ex-girlfriend who rebuffs him and uses words that she expects will be meaningful and respecte, “No, I don’t want to. Stop. Leave.”

The “overarching attitudinal characteristic” of abusive men is entitlement

This is so brilliant. We learn things from socialization process. What our parents, friends and peers do, media and all. I think perhaps rape is because parents think boys will be boys, they bully, fight and destroy things, it’s their characteristics so they don’t bother to stop them. But it manifests in them, knowing or unknowingly, they will just think, because I’m a boy and boys tend to do these, so it doesn’t matter even if the girl hates it, says no, because I’m a boy.

Just reblog this, this message is really powerful. For parents and future parents.

madturbating: one time i balled so hard not even i could find me

Thu, 23 May 2013 23:40:18 +0100

madturbating:

one time i balled so hard not even i could find me

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skypestripper: hi yes i would like a glass of attention please

Thu, 23 May 2013 22:14:15 +0100

skypestripper:

hi yes i would like a glass of attention please

captcreate: Dafuq?

Thu, 23 May 2013 22:13:50 +0100

captcreate:

Dafuq?

passion: how to have a flat stomach remove all of your organs

Thu, 23 May 2013 22:13:38 +0100

passion:

how to have a flat stomach

remove all of your organs

hay-girl-hay-lesbifriends: catsandcunts: laura and i haven’t slept in about 60 hours. we got lost...

Thu, 23 May 2013 22:11:38 +0100

hay-girl-hay-lesbifriends:

catsandcunts:

laura and i haven’t slept in about 60 hours. we got lost in a mountain in pittsburgh pennsylvania last night at like 3am with no gas and ended up being in the car for 25 hours straight, and the border patrol almost didn’t let me come into canada this morning

but on the bright side i just got married

literally the worst fucking 25 hours of life with that car ride but hey ..WE ARE MARRIED :) :) :) :)

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felonyfey: decayedintelligence: There is this flooding...

Thu, 23 May 2013 22:09:34 +0100

felonyfey:

decayedintelligence:

There is this flooding happening in Norway now and apparently it washed up this really old burial ground, so there is a bunch of century old humans bones floating around right now.

Norway - forever the most metal country ever.

teresadringenberg: hockeyteeth: This is Steven. He’s my best...

Thu, 23 May 2013 21:54:38 +0100

The day after surgery in the ICU.

The day Steven had his colonoscopy and was diagnosed with UC. The day they told us that they were going to give him some medication and he would be better in a few weeks.

When our love for Arrested Development began.

First walk post-op.

Killed so many hours with hockey.

Taking our first walk after coming home.

First game of the season.

The night we came home from the hospital.

teresadringenberg:

hockeyteeth:

This is Steven. He’s my best friend. We’re going on 6 years together now, and I couldn’t imagine my life without such an awesome person. He was extremely healthy, and the only time I ever had to take him to the hospital was when he stage-dove during a set of a band he didn’t even really like, and the crowd moved, which made him fall on the ground and crack his arm in half. Good times. ANYWAYS, like I was saying, super healthy guy, right?

Right around December 1st, he started feeling kind of sick. His stomach was bothering him, but we figured he just ate something spicy or something didn’t agree with him, etc. Two weeks later it wasn’t going away, and he finally gave me the details of the situation, so I made him go to the doctor. Doctor transferred him to a GI (gastrointestinal) specialist, which of course took FOREVER, so on Christmas Eve when he decided he couldn’t handle the pain anymore, I skipped my family trip to grandma’s house and we took a trip to the urgent care instead, where they prescribed him some antibiotics and steroids and sent him on his way. By this time he had lost about 30lbs. While all of this was going on, he wasn’t eating, because everything he ate went straight through him and he wasn’t gaining any nutrition. I’ll save you the gory details, but just know he was also losing a ton of blood every time he used the restroom. He was pale, super skinny, extremely dehydrated and he looked like a completely different person.

We somehow made it through Christmas, and on New Years Eve, he had his colonoscopy. This was going to tell us everything that was wrong and it was going to be fixed and done with. Or that’s what was supposed to happen, anyways. He had his colonscopy, and the doctor diagnosed him with Ulcerative Colitis - the worst case he’s ever seen. I need to add here that they also biopsied his colon about 8 times to check for cancers. That’s important because that’s the reason his colon tore open a week later.

He was at home not getting any better, and one night he had extreme pain in his side. He though his appendix had burst, so he called his parents phone. Both of them had their phones turned off. He called me but my phone was on silent. Thankfully, his little brother answered. That is a miracle in itself for reasons I won’t bore you with, but let’s just say his brother is a heavy, HEAVY sleeper, and he doesn’t remember that phone call. His parents rushed him to the ER and he was taken into surgery immediately.

I woke up the next morning not having a clue what was going because my stupid phone was on silent for WHO KNOWS WHAT REASON. It’s never on silent and I still can’t believe that happened. I had about 40 missed calls from Steven and his parents and a ton of texts asking me if I was okay. I called to find out he was taken into surgery and they didn’t know how bad it was. They didn’t even know what was going to happen to him.

After a major panic attack, I rushed to the hospital to find out he was coming out of surgery and that they had removed 90% of his colon. Listen, you need your colon. It forms your stool and makes it hard, and it soaks up all your water and minerals. Without it, life is tough.

Not only was his colon pretty much gone, but all of the bacteria and stool that was in there was now in his bloodstream and he went septic. He was placed in the ICU for three days and then transferred to a regular room. His incision wasn’t healing, so about 2 weeks into his hospital stay they took out all of his staples on his stomach, leaving a literal 3” wide x 7” long x 3” deep gaping hole to do this thing called “wet-dry” packs, where they dip gauze in saline, shove it in the wound, let it dry, and then rip it out, pulling out all the bacteria. They did this three times a day for about a week, until they realized it wasn’t working. That’s something I could barely handle watching. I’ve never seen someone in so much pain.

Somewhere in there his lung collapsed, they had to put a tube in his side and drain fluid, and then they couldn’t get his fever down the entire month he was there so they inserted a PICC line to administer antibiotics straight to his heart. Also throw in a persistent rash, drains on both sides of his pelvis that gave us nothing but problems, and so many other health issues.

To heal his incision they sent him home with a Wound-Vac which is like a space bag on your wound, constantly sucking out bacteria. He was hospitalized for a month, and then on home health care for a month where we administered his antibiotics by IV and a nurse came and changed his dressing every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. He had lost a total of 60 lbs, and as you can see from the pictures, he was extremely skinny.

We’re just now getting back to normal, and he has surgery again June 10 to form a mock-colon called a J-pouch. Modern medicine is incredible.

His mom, who was the one in the family with the insurance, lost her job while Steven was in the hospital.

Yeah, no more insurance. His parents are also about to lose their house due to her losing her job.

Now that you know Steven’s story, if you have the means to donate a little, I can’t stress how much it would help us. Our lives are put on hold and we can’t move forward until we figure out how in the world we’re going to pay for these medical bills. Although the emergency surgery is over, he still has at least two more coming up, and the bills are looming. The price of medical supplies and hospital stays are the biggest scam, and I don’t know how we are going to make this work. If you aren’t able, all I ask is that you would kindly repost this so that maybe someone will hear his story. I am so happy to say that he is alive and on track to being healthy, and although he may never be 100% back to his “normal” self, he made it through everything and he’s alive and that’s enough to be thankful for in itself.

If you would like to donate, you can do so here:

https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_donations&business=6DAWCNVVRQVMG&lc=US&item_name=Steven%27s%20Surgery%20Fund¤cy_code=USD&bn=PP%2dDonationsBF%3abtn_donate_LG%2egif%3aNonHosted

Dear followers, these are some of my really good friends.
And one of the best couples I know.
Please donate!
Anything would help!

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