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Setlist a bit wrinkled.-
SEEING THIS SHOW TOMORROW
HOLY SHIT Y’ALL
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“[F]or the first several years the SAT was offered, males scored higher than females on the Math section but females achieved higher scores on the Verbal section. ETS policy-makers determined that the Verbal test needed to be “balanced” more in favor of males, and added questions pertaining to politics, business and sports to the Verbal portion. Since that time, males have outscored females on both the Math and Verbal sections. Dwyer notes that no similar effort has been made to “balance” the Math section, and concludes that, “It could be done, but it has not been, and I believe that probably an unconscious form of sexism underlies this pattern. When females show the superior performance, ‘balancing’ is required; when males show the superior performance, no adjustments are necessary.” ” —
“Gender Bias in College Admissions Tests”, FairTest.org. (via vaginawoolf)
We were told our English Lang GCSEs were often about sport or politics because boys often underperformed in that exam. I can’t even fathom the number of things wrong with this kind of thinking.
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i don’t understand how this is “unconscious” they saw numbers of both males and females and only made adjustments for the males. that is pretty damn blatant and conscious to me.
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(Source: fairtest.org, via seriouslyamerica)
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This is exactly what I want in my life.
A hot guy doing push ups with no shirt on
and a happy stupid cat.
I’ll bring the nachos and the beer
and we should be good for, like, ever.
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sometimes my dad grabs my dog’s tail and literally wags it back and forth
just to make sure he’s happy.
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“It was the thirst of many years restrained in our body. Chained words which we could not say except on the lips of dreams. Everything was surrounded by the green miracle of the landscape of your body. Upon your form, the lashes of the flowers responded to my touch, the murmur of streams. There was all manner of fruits in the juice of your lips, the blood of the pomegranate, the horizon of the mammee and the purified pineapple. I pressed you against my breast and the prodigy of your form penetrated all my blood through the tips of my fingers. Smell of oak essence, memories of walnut, green breath of ash tree. Horizon and landscapes = I traced them with a kiss. Oblivion of words will form the exact language for understanding the glances of our closed eyes. You are here, intangible and you are all the universe which I shape into the space of my room. Your absence springs trembling in the ticking of the clock, in the pulse of light; you breathe through the mirror. From you to my hands, I caress your entire body, and I am with you for a minute and I am with myself for a moment. And my blood is the miracle which runs in the vessels of the air from my heart to yours. The green miracle of the landscape of my body becomes in your the whole of nature.” — Frida Kahlo (via fernsandmoss)
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I don’t know, but all of my poetry sucks recently.
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