ok so the other day i was at sears. I was in the baby section. Im standing there looking at clothes and a lady who works there comes up and is like “oh are you expecting?” And i was like “uhhhh” and because im a dumbass i was like “no i already delivered.” And she was like “How long ago?” And i was just like “two weeks.” And she said “wow! You look great! When i had my first son, i looked like a mess for six months. Is it a boy or a girl?” And i was just awkwardly like “a girl….” And she asked her name and i said Chernobyl and she was like “oh what a cute name! It sounds really familiar.” And i honestly just stood there going through all that and pretending i had a human baby two weeks ago named Chernobyl because i didnt wanna tell this poor lady i was buying baby clothes for my fucking baby opossum
every time i see this text post i forget the ending and every single time it decimates me
i was not put on this earth to embody fleeting conceptions of physical beauty that change every decade to reinforce racist misogynistic fatphobic ageist ableist classist ideals and neither were you
I feel like Reeves is one of the few genuinely good people left in the world of celebrities
To my understanding Reeves lives in a nice but relatively small apartment and only keeps enough of his paychecks from each movie to live comfortably, maintain a cushion, and take the occasional vacation, and then he just gives the rest away without fanfare to people who need that money. He’s living the kind of lifestyle I feel like a lot of us would be happy to have with access to that kind of money.
So there’s a pretty long tradition in math of people coming up with problems they can’t solve, and talking to their friends, and realizing that nobody they know can solve them either, and then announcing to the world that you would get some sort of prize if someone could solve them.
Usually the prize is a small amount of money.
Sometimes, if someone is really cocky, or the problem is known to be really hard, it’s a lot of money.
And sometimes there’s Stanisław Mazur, who offered a live goose as a prize for finding a particularly pathological object (a Banach space for which some compact operator is not the limit of finite-rank operators).
And then, Per Enflo did manage to find such an object. Today, there is photographic evidence that he did, in fact, receive his prize. Go look at that picture, and tell me that Enflo is not 100% pumped about his goose. The older Mazur, on the other hand, looks mostly like “WTF, this fool actually called my bluff”.
The photograph is a delight. @elodieunderglass I cannot but suspect that this intersection of mathematics and geese may speak to you.
“The construction of a Banach space without the approximation property earned Per Enflo a live goose in 1972, which had been promised by Stanisław Mazur (left) in 1936.”
WHEN will my field finally award me my rightful GOOSE
y’know…. conversations about world war ii would be a lot more bearable and constructive if white men found that period rightly horrific rather than pornographic
We glorify war because it’s the only time we’re allowed to release the beast and not go to jail for it.
You want to see who a man truly is, put him in a battle.
Man is never more himself, than when he has nothing to lose.
you’re not fucking odysseus, go to therapy
Aaaaand this is why men must stifle ourselves. Warriors must suppress their feelings for fear of being seen as psychotic.
please get help like on the real, forreal, no jokes, get help
We go to war to defend the nation, a nation in peril.
Men die in war. They shed their blood and die defending their country.
Warriors don’t glorify war.
Warriors are not beasts.
Warriors are Men with feelings.
Warriors are human!
Warriors are fighters, trained with fight skills, with trained and conditioned bodies, imbued with the Moral Virtues of Humility, Integrity, Selflessness, Self Control and always showing Respect.
Warriors are in full possession of their Manhood, deserving to be shown Respect.
They defend and protect their nation.
Always show Respect!
WarriorMale
“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.”
That’s a quote from JRR Tolkien, who fucking fought in one of the world wars.
