Finally a motivation video without fitness models, but with ordinary girls!
I love this!!!!
HELL YES
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH
Not gonna lie, if this was the kinda of representation I saw growing up, I would of not have thought that I needed to already be a good weight and healthy to partispitate in physical activity.
Ok so today I was on the bus with another trans guy and we were talking about how hard it is to get testosterone. The waiting lists, the price, all the doctors you have to go to, that kind of stuff. Except, we were calling it âTâ, like you do when youâre both closeted and in public.
Then suddenly the elderly lady sitting behind us was like âyoung men, either Iâm going crazy or you both have never heard of supermarkets, they have shelves full of tea there! Do you need directions to one?â
To which my buddy starts to explain, because why not. âWell you see, weâre both trans, and⊠â
The lady didnât wait for him to finish his sentence. âOh no, I donât mind that at all! Now do you want to know how to get to a place that sells tea? Iâm actually heading there right now!â
We let her take us to the supermarket. We let her show us, excitedly, where the tea was. We both bought loads.
This is beautiful
Confused elderly lady doesnât care if youâre trans or not. She just wants to make sure youâre stocked up on tea. Â
Today a 27-year-old man I was taking care of in the hospital asked if I could help him get boosted up in his hospital bed because, and I quote, âYou look strong. Like, you look like you could take a motherfucker out.â
That is the most flattering thing that a patient has ever said to me, and Iâm counting the little old lady who told me my eyebrows were beautiful, and the very deaf old German man who yelled at me that I was âWONDERFUL!!! MADE BY GOD TO BE A NURSE!!!!!â
Seriously, it kills me when I see people hold scientists up as pinnacles of logic and reason.
Because one time the professor I was interning for got punched in the face by another professor, because mine got the funding, and told the other professor his theory was stupid.
This same professor told me to throw rocks to scare the âstupid fucking crabsâ into moving so we could count them properly.
SCIENCE
thank you
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I have witnessed:
Two professors hiding around a corner and snickering, âShhh, here she comes!â While a female professor approached and, when she finally found them, she proceeded to scream while pointing from one to the other, âYou! I called your office but you werenât there! So I tried to call YOUR office to figure out where HE was but YOU werenât there!â
Two grad students standing outside a closed and locked door yelling, âCome out of the damn office. You havenât left for days. If you didnât have a couch in there Iâd be concerned as to where you were sleeping!â
A religious studies professor apologizing for being late to class because, âsecurity stopped me because Iâm dressed like a hobbitâ
Watched a professor snort the results of my experiment to determine if I had the right final compound.
Two archeology professors toss priceless fossilized teeth back and forth in an attempt to figure out who is smarter by âguessing the type of tooth and species of animal before it landsâ
Multiple fully degreed individuals throw dry ice at one another in an attempt to be first to use the lab/get that piece of equipment/or change the iPod song.
A genetics professor build furniture out of stacks of paper and planks of wood because she is that far behind in grading papers/responding. One of the impromptu furniture pieces housed a fish tank.
I could go on but I think that covers the larger portion of the insanityâŠ
Every time it comes around on my dash, it gets better.
–Â I have had a professor buy a huge fuckoff bottle of rum during fieldwork in Costa Rica and let the undergrads get wasted because âyouâre not underage in Costa Rica and weâll be up all night with the bats anyway!â
– Same professor hung a bat from her headlamp and wore it as a decoration for an entire night.Â
– A whole swarm of older women – and these are women with PhDs and world-renown bat experts, the bigwigs – all, to a woman, go to the formal charity dinner at an international research symposium in Toronto in late October dressed in skimpy Batgirl costumes. Because Halloween was that weekend, you see.
– At a different conference, a professor get blackout drunk and pass out on the side of the road.Â
– âYeah, we have to say we did it properly for the grant but to be really honest, Miracle-gro works better.â
– Teaching lab: we had liquid nitrogen for a demo, and after class the professor, the other TA, and I spent a good two hours freezing and breaking things in it.Â
a chemistry class begins with 30 students nine months later just six of us left sitting on tables dipping paper into contaminated chemicals to see what happens when we burn it teacher making idle suggestions while he marks our work
âgo to the fume hood thing, yeah now put some potassium in chlorineâ can i burn the results sir? âfuck it sure whatever its tainted anywayâ
The prof Iâm working for just asked me if I knew how to pick a lock, and when I responded âyesâ she replied, âsee, this is why I hire the former delinquents instead of the suck-ups. Youâre actually useful.â
I then let her into her office.
âSecurity stopped me because Iâm dressed like a hobbit.â I would bet anything this has happened to Dr. Medievalist.
Semi-related non-academic anecdote: The concert hall security guys tried to throw out our violone player in between performances this spring because they thought he was a homeless guy. Despite the fact that he was wearing concert black⊠and carrying a violone. There is no more obvious instrument.
One of my English Professors admitted that sometimes âyou just have to do a soliloquyâ and would phone up the main office of the department on the internal phoneline to recite a Shakespearean monologue at them. No greeting, no warning, just âTo be or not to beâ.
every time i read this stuff i think about how upset vulcans would be to meet earthâs greatest scientific minds
At one of the leading conferences for a certain branch of mathematics, there is an annual tradition of âwalrus wrestling,â where the participants kneel on the floor with their hands behind their back and try to knock each other the fuck over. This takes place at the formal dinner.
Alrighty, Iâve told this story before, but itâs been about a year.
Now, understand that I am a camping and scouting veteran, a camp counselor, and an avid hiker; I know damn well what poison ivy looks like, along with every possible rhyme to remind a person.
Leaves of three let it be, red tint, itâs not difficult. I could spot the stuff from a mile away.
But this was a special occasion.
I was a brand new wildlife student, two years ago, facing for some reason my toughest challenge yetâDendrology lab. We learned about 10-20 new trees every week in the field, and every week we were also tested on what we learned last class (along with their scientific names).
Memorizing Latin wasnât an issue, but I was having notable trouble keeping up with identification (and we werenât even into autumn yet, when the leaves are gone).
Now, when youâve been doing something for years and years, itâs easy to sometimes overlook something odd, because you tend to fall into a habit of glancing and moving on, confident in your assessment, as long as the stakes arenât enormous.
So this is a field quiz, no big deal. My professor is relaxed. Heâs an impressive dude with a lot of knowledge, and he could probably about identify a tree blindfolded using some sort of echolocation known only to foresters.
So when he glanced at a small but particularly interesting poison ivy plant, he didnât notice something crucial, which was its uncharacteristic leaf.
See, we were just a few classes into the semester, so we only knew about two trees with a very specific type of leaf called a âmitten lobe,â and those were Sassafras and Box elder.
Sassafras can actually produce three different leaves, the middle one in the photo being the mitten lobe (x):
So this poison ivy plant was not only growing out of the ground like a sapling, instead of as a vine or small shrub like we were used to, but it also had a mitten lobe as one of its few leaves.
Iâm not sure if it was a mutated plant, or what exactly was going on, but this is not a normal thing.
Our professor missed it, but we were all hyper-analyzing this tree, because we were new to identification. So of course we all saw the mitten lobe and thought, well itâs either sassafras or box elder! We didnât pay attention to ANYTHING else. It felt like some sort of trick question. The Mitten Lobe was the object of our entire, collective focus.
So, there are a few ways to tell sassafras and box elder apart. One methodâin retrospect, the recommended methodâbeing the branch alignment. This is THE most basic and first step to breaking down trees into possible identities. Itâs where most people start.
And the other being the distinctive smell and taste of sassafras (if you crush a leaf, it smells a lot like fruit loops).
And how are a bunch of new, gung-ho students halfway through a test and eyeball-deep in stress going to decide on the difference?
Weâre going to stick the leaf in our mouths.
So we all grabbed a leaf and tore it apart to share with our classmates and stuck the pieces in our mouths. Understand when I say not a single student knew the mistake we were making, because they absolutely would have interrupted the test.
Our professor was distracted, and we were all chewing slowly, as if at a wine tasting, mulling over the taste of the leaf and our options. It didnât taste like sassafras, or like anything, really.
Which I said. Which is when our professor turned to me in horror and said âMolly Anne, did you just eat that leaf?â
I told him yes, and he was SO Plainly Horrified that Iâm not kidding when I say half of the classâthe half that hadnât partaken in our cursed saladâimmediately realized what we had done and put their pencils to their test to write in âpoison ivy.â
Anyway, once it dawned on us our terrible mistake, a few things happened:
My professor asked us how we managed this, and we basically kept repeating âTHE MITTEN LOBEâ over and over again.
I called my mom, and she immediately said âyouâre not doing well in Dendrology, are you?â
She went to Poison control for advice, and I had to break the news to my classmates that we were likely to break out orally and anally.
After the quiz, I went home for the day, and my professor called me twice to make sure I was alright.
I had never gotten poison ivy before, so I held out hope my apparent immunity would hold up for me in my darkest hour.
Although I wasnât the only leaf-eater, I was the loudest and most dramatic in the aftermath (I found it hilarious), so I became known as the Only Fallen Dendrology Student in the incident.
When it came up in a lecture later that week, one of my professors laughed, âthat was you?â
I am pleased to report that I did not break out. However, a few of my classmates werenât so lucky and said they got it badly in their throat.
A week later, once of my classes toured an herb farm, and I asked to taste every single plant we saw, even when told âsureâŠ.you canâŠbut itâs disgusting.â
Someone in my class couldnât believe my dedication and said, âdidnât you just eat poison ivy like a day ago?â
Yes, I did.
EDIT:Â
Iâm seeing people tag this like âdonât try this if youâre not experienced!â
?? ? ? ? Donât?? Try this AT ALL?? At WHAT point in this story was there a takeaway of âhey go out and eat poison ivy to see what happens, but ONLY if you are in this field!!â