pyreo:

pyreo:

You grow up and you realise A Bug’s Life was the revolutionary Leftist masterpiece of our childhoods

I’m not even slightly kidding

Ants are the workforce doing the labour needed to survive, and they have to do it twice over to provide for both themselves and for a group of parasites who do nothing but consume the labour of others

The ants work themselves near to death trying to stay afloat

The grasshoppers don’t even need any food. They have tons

to spare but still insist on taking the food the ants worked for because they ‘deserve’ it, despite actually contributing nothing of value. The only reason this works is by threatening ants with force and degrading them so they feel weak and worthless, and insisting that the grasshoppers deserve a cut for some vague service they claim to provide to society

In reality Hopper is desperate to stop the ants from thinking for themselves, keeping them ignorant of the fact that he has subjugated ants through threats of power while the ants actually overpower the grasshoppers through sheer numbers.

And should the ants ever realise that the grasshoppers take from them while providing nothing and that revolution is possible, the class system they’ve installed will be finished.

tl;dr feed the 1% to birds

Use the phrase «My understanding was…» instead of «I assumed…»

diaryofakanemem:

lifepro-tips:

If you use the phrase “I assumed…”, you’ll be viewed as having hastily jumped to a conclusion based on insufficient evidence.

If you use the phrase “My understanding was…”, people will merely
think you misunderstood something, and will be far kinder to you (and in
instances where what you misunderstood was something they said, they
will often apologize, or fault themselves for not being more explicit).

This is especially useful in a professional/workplace environment.
Telling your supervisor you “assumed” something typically results in a
reprimand; saying “My understanding was…” will instead be attributed
to a miscommunication, or a lack of clarity in their original
instructions.

I starting using this and it has avoided so many arguments 🙌🏾

a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

Platonic intimacy is seeing your friend’s car in the grocery store parking lot and parking so close to him that he can’t open his door and has the crawl through the passenger’s side.

Platonic intimacy is hot gluing four copies of Resident Evil – Code: Veronica to the ceiling of his hallway closet and seeing how long it takes him to notice that there’s four copies of Resident Evil – Code: Veronica hot glued to the ceiling of his hallway closet.

Platonic intimacy is watching the graceful curve of his body as he stretches in bed, fixating on the strip of skin where his shirt’s pulled up juuuust enough that you can sneeze on his exposed stomach and then run away while he’s distracted and bewildered by how super gross and unnecessary that was.

Platonic intimacy is sending him an e-mail that says, “The Harbinger of Boy Sauce is Upon You,” instead of just, like, texting him and letting him know you’re on your way to help him do his shots.

Platonic intimacy is calling him in the middle of the night and waking him up because you heard a weird noise outside that you’re about to investigate, and you need moral support and also someone to call an ambulance if you end up having to knife fight a racoon.

No, it’s platonic. If it’s romantic, you gotta’ have a rose between your teeth and one titty out.