So, hypothetically… if I could take a bunch of MOOCs (Massive Open Online Courses) and read books at Barnes and Noble all day… and then be able to display my knowledge and understanding of the subject on an equal, if not higher, level than a college student… then, hypothetically… why is everyone paying for college again?
(Answer: Because a college degree isn’t about education, it’s a class marker. If we cared about everyone being educated, we would accredit free online courses and allow people to achieve intellectual growth and success without going into debt. But that’s not what college is for. I mean, yeah in college you can travel and learn from amazing professors and start your own anything and have access to facilities and resources and money, yeah, college is all that. And I’m not discrediting anyone who loves college but… college, at the end of the day is a business. College is just one more big way to perpetuate the system. But I say f**k the system, man.) #FreeEducationForAll #LearnRadically
#i applaud this pun
my type of public transportation
“Why were you late in today?”
“Oh, I got tied up on the subway…”
I was always 50/50 on whether to reblog this but the last comment pushed it to like 95/5 in favor.
"What’s our stop?"
"You’ll get off when I tell you to."
"Why do white people own so many pets?
Because we’re not allowed to own people anymore.
What is the scariest thing about a white person in prison?
You know he did it.
how many Chicago cops does it take to change a light bulb? None, they just beat the room for being black.”
A good looking 50 year old white man is trying to get laid on reality TV. What show are you watching?
To catch a predator.
Why do white girls travel in groups of three or five?
They can’t even
What do you call 64 white people in a room? A full blooded Cherokee."
#ed: i'm white
from various reddit threads
at dinner last night, a coworker was talking about hanging out with his white friends and getting fed up with the racist jokes, and asked them to tell a white people joke. nobody had any, so he googled and found these. after a few of them, people were a lot less comfortable.
white folks, next time you hear a racist joke, maybe lead with one of these in response. tag this “I’m white” when you reblog it, if you are.
(Source: transascendant, via coldplayisawesome)
Gloria Steinem and Dorothy Pitman-Hughes, 1972 and 2014
Both by Dan Bagan
Wanna see my cry like a baby? Ask me who these women were.
Hughes’ father was beaten nearly to death by the KKK when she was a kid, and what does she do? Become an activist to try and stop that from happening to other people. She raised money to bail civil rights protesters out of jail. She helped women get out of abusive situations by providing shelter for them until they got on their feet. She founded an agency that helped women get to work without having to leave their children alone, because childcare in the 1970s? Not really a thing. In fact, a famous feminist line in the 70s was “every housewife is one man away from welfare.”
Then she teamed up with Steinman to found the Women’s Action Alliance, which created the first battered women’s shelters in history. They attacked women’s rights issues through boots on the ground activism, problem solving, and communication. They stomped over barriers of race and class to meet women where they were: mostly mothers who wanted better for themselves and their children.
These are women are who I always wanted to be.
wuthering heights // kate bush
out on the wily, windy moors
we’d roll and fall in green
you had a temper like my jealousy
too hot, too greedy
Red Hook, New York
This weekend my friend and I visited The Historic Village Diner in Red Hook, a small town two hours north of New York City. For the past four months while I was abroad I dreamt of sinking my teeth into a nice juicy burger and sipping an extra large Coca Cola in big plastic glass, only found in classic diners such as this one.
Ready to chow down, we walked in only to realize it was cash only, and neither one of us had much cash on us. We knew that the only ATM nearby would charge us both a hefty fee so we sat down, feeling defeated, and ready to order just a small snack, despite being starving.
Our waitress came to take our order and told us that a “good Samaritan overheard that we were low on cash and is paying for our dinner.” We were in complete and utter shock. I enjoyed my tuna melt with a side of pasta and extra smiles that night. But seriously, people in small town America can be oh so kind. It sure is good to be home.
Yes, we love the “Historic” Village Diner (we’ve actually covered it twice!) and we love your story! That is so very very a diner thing to do.
Thanks for sharing!