Don’t fuck with librarians.
- me: how do you know when you're a part of a fandom?
- tumblr: all the url's make sense.
“We do not need magic to change the world. We carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.”
Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I’d prove myself a moron, and I’d be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters.
Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: “Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?”
Indulgently, I lifted my right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, “Why, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them.” Then he said smugly, “I’ve been trying that on all my customers today.” “Did you catch many?” I asked. “Quite a few,” he said, “but I knew for sure I’d catch you.” “Why is that?” I asked. “Because you’re so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldn’t be very smart.
Never confuse intelligence with education…
The Hunger Games:
Dedicates half a chapter to legs shaving, kills Finnick in half a sentence.
Isn’t that how life is, though? We can waste countless minutes stressing and focusing our attention on meaningless things while in an infinitesimal fraction of that time a life can be taken.
Whoa girl. Too deep for me.
- me: this book destroyed my life
- me: *add to the favorite books list*
i love how tumblr is a bunch of really intellectual activists who understand politics, religion, sexuality, and literature better than most of the human population
but put an exceptionally attractive British man in front of them and everyone is reduced to
OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU FACE SIR
UNF UNF UNF UNF GET NAKED IN MY BED NOW
THE NOISE I MADE WAS NOT HUMAN