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Every clasroom caters to boys??? What the fuck.

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What ever happened to letting “boys be boys?” Take these two cases: In one, a seven-year-old boy was sent home for nibbling a Pop Tart into a gun. In another, a teacher was so alarmed by a picture drawn by a student (of a sword fight), that the boy’s parents were summoned in for a conference. In short, boys in America’s schools are routinely punished for being active, competitive, and restless. In other words, boys can no longer be boys. Christina Hoff Sommers, a scholar at the American Enterprise Institute, explains how we can change this.

how about you stop taking things out of context

girls are being sent home for “exposing too much skin” but there’s a war on boys because we’re discouraging violence

Nibbling a toaster pastry into a vaguely gun-shape-like object is now violence.

Drawing a gun is now violence.

Oh but didn’t hear last month? In a school in Washington the entire kindergarten classes male attendance rallied against the teachers with gun-shaped pastries and medieval long swords! It was all over the news!

I nearly got suspended for sketching a desert eagle (an excellent sketch I might add), while female students practically got away with murder, so no one has to tell me there’s a war on masculinity.

I’m female, and I had to be escorted to the dean’s office by the police because I was overheard saying “my roommate is so annoying I could kill her”. It was very traumatic, and I was treated like a violent criminal who was seriously planning a murder and not just using a figure of speech. And lest you think my experience was an isolated incident:

A kindergarten girl in Pennsylvania was suspended for talk of shooting a Hello Kitty bubble gun, which the school called a “terroristic threat”. 

Another Pennsylvania girl, a 5th grader, was was searched in front of classmates and threatened with arrest after she brought a piece of paper with the corner torn off that sort of looked like a gun.

A second grade girl from Louisiana was expelled for bringing her grandfather’s pocket watch for show and tell because it had a tiny “knife” attached for cleaning under fingernails, and another Louisiana second grader was expelled because of a Play-Doh knife that her brother had accidentally dropped into her bag.

A 15-year-old girl in Indiana was expelled for carrying a Swiss Army Knife to trim violin strings.

A 10-year-old girl in Colorado realized that her mother had put a knife in her lunchbox for her to cut an apple with. The girl realized the knife was against the rules, so she turned it in to her teacher—and was expelled.

An 11-year-old girl in Georgia was suspended for bringing a Tweety Bird keychain to school because it fell under the school’s category of a “weapon”.

A 16-year-old girl in Georgia was arrested and suspended after bringing a collection of artifacts, including some ceremonial knives, to school for extra credit.

A 7th grade girl in Delaware was expelled for using a utility knife to cut paper for a project.

A 3rd grade girl in Delaware was expelled because her grandmother sent a birthday cake to her class, along with a knife to cut it.

There are many, many more instances of girls getting suspended and expelled for the same types of things, but it would take all day for me to list them all. So yes, this is messed up, but no, this isn’t about a “war on boys”, and as someone who’s had the experience of being a female student and being treated like a criminal for a completely harmless action, it really bothers me when people erase my experience, and the experiences of other girls who have had these things happen to them, by trying to claim that this only happens to boys and is a result of some “war on masculinity”.

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GET JEALOUS SO EASILY

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THAT PERSON IS MINE

DON’T BREATHE AROUND THEM PLEASE AND THANK YOU

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areyou-stillawake:

I know this isn’t horror related but someone PLEASE tell me they’re as furious that they put a love story in The Giver movie WHEN THERE WAS NOTHING LIKE THAT IN THE BOOK

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Moment of silence for all the good books that turned into horrible inaccurate movies.

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i just heard a bouncing noise and then that was followed by my dad saying

"oh no my potato"

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It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..


Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room’s only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.


She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’

STOP SCROLLING AND READ THIS

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