Chris Howard: America really looks like this - I was looking at the amazing 2012 election maps created by Mark Newman (Department of Physics and Center for the Study of Complex Systems, University of Michigan, http://www-personal.umich.edu/~mejn/election/2012 ), and although there is a very interesting blended voting map (Most of the country is some shade of purple, a varied blend of Democrat blue and Republican red) what I really wanted was this blended map with a population density overlay. Because what really stands out is how red the nation seems to be when you do not take the voting population into account; when you do so many of those vast red mid-west blocks fade into pale pink and lavender (very low population).
So I created a new map using Mark’s blended voting map based on the actual numbers of votes for each party overlaid with population maps from Texas Tech University and other sources.
Here’s the result—what the American political voting distribution really looks like.
Now THIS is the most accurate map that I’ve seen, and it is fascinating.
I hope Knoxville is that little blue-violet splotch.
This map does one other thing that’s interesting & useful, by accident.
One of the things that has always frustrated me about red/blue maps is that red is a color that seizes the attention more than blue. For that and other reasons, if you make a purple by “evenly” combining red and blue, it will appear to be a reddish purple - it’s kind of like the way that people think that women start to be the “majority” in a room when they hit 33%. (NB: that rule of thumb only works that way with computers; with paint things work a little differently because blue pigments trend darker than red pigments. Anyway!) A lot of “we live in a purple country” maps tend to look inappropriately Republican because of this perceptual skew.
The way Howard adds white to the map here doesn’t just look “better” because it corrects for population density - it also helps correct the vibrant-red perceptual skew by effectively desaturating the reds. (Actually desaturating them, instead of lightening them, would do more - especially because the dark blues get very dark, and this starts to make them less present visually. Adding that much grey to the map, though, might not make for a particularly attractive data visualization.)
male privilege is “i have a boyfriend” being the only response that might actually stop a guy from coming onto you, because he respects another man more than he respects your actual opinion/lack of interest.
Let’s add that even “I have a girlfriend” usually gains you nothing but gross inappropriate questions/comments. “Can I watch?” “Can I join?” “Ooo, hot!” And also “might” is the operative word in the above sentence because I’ve also had men assume that they were much better for me than my unknown-to-them (fictional, because I was lying to make them leave me alone) boyfriend.
You forgot all of the (usually explicit) variations on “well a girl couldn’t possibly do for you what a *man* can.”
Neptune hasn’t completed an orbit since it was discovered
wow dang u slowpoke
The moon looks like an excited puppy waiting for Earth to feed it and give it cuddles and Earth is like “MOVE, I CAN’T FEED YOU IF YOU’RE RUNNING UNDER MY LEGS, GOD DAMMIT”
This was supposed to be an interesting and intelligent post. Then you get that^. This is why I love tumblr.
i am just picturing jupiter’s and saturn’s moons high fiving each other when they get close at like the beginning of the gif
I really, REALLY wish you could read this article about a father who started wearing skirts because his son likes to wear skirts and dresses and he wants his son to feel stronger
Like, holy shit, the end made me feel so happy
I took the liberty to translate the text.
Please note that it’s not a word to word translation.
Sometimes men simply have to be role models.
Because his son likes to wear skirts Nils Pickert started with it as well. After all, the little one needs a role model. And he thinks long skirts with elastic bands suit him quite well anyways. A story about two misfits in the Province of southern Germany.
My fife year old son likes to wear dresses. In Berlin Kreuzberg that alone would be enough to get into conversation with other parents. Is it wise or ridiculous? „Neither one nor the other!“ I still want to shout back at them. But sadly they can’t hear me any more. Because by now I live in a small town in South Germany. Not even a hundred thousand inhabitants, very traditional, very religious. Plainly motherland. Here the partiality of my son are not only a subject for parents, they are a town wide issue. And I did my bit for that to happen.
Yes, I’m one of those dads, that try to raise their children equal. I’m not one of those academic daddies that ramble about gender equality during their studies and then, as soon as a child’s in the house, still relapse into those fluffy gender roles: He’s finding fulfilment in his carrier and she’s doing the rest.
Thus I am, I know that by now, part of the minority that makes a fool of themselves from time to time. Out of conviction.
In my case that’s because I didn’t want to talk my son into not wearing dresses and skirts. He didn’t make friends in doing that in Berlin already and after a lot of contemplation I had only one option left: To broaden my shoulders for my little buddy and dress in a skirt myself. After all you can’t expect a child at pre-school age to have the same ability to assert themselves as an adult. Completely without role model. And so I became that role model.
We already had skirt and dress days back then during mild Kreuzbergian weather. And I think long skirts with elastic bands suit me quite well anyways. Dresses are a bit more difficult. There was either no reaction of the people in Berlin or it was positive. In my small town in the south of Germany that’s a little bit different.
Being all stressed out, because of the moving I forgot to notify the nursery-school teachers to have an eye on my boy not being laughed at because of his fondness of dresses and skirts. Shortly after moving he didn’t dare to go to nursery-school wearing a skirt or a dress any more. And looking at me with big eyes he asked: “Daddy, when are you going to wear a skirt again?”
To this very day I’m thankful for that women, that stared at us on the street until she ran face first into a street light. My son was roaring with laugher. And the next day he fished out a dress from the depth of his wardrobe. At first only for the weekend. Later also for nursery-school.
And what’s the little guy doing by now? He’s painting his fingernails. He thinks it looks pretty on my nails, too. He’s simply smiling, when other boys ( and it’s nearly always boys) want to make fun of him and says: “You only don’t dare to wear skirts and dresses because your dads don’t dare to either.” That’s how broad his own shoulders have become by now. And all thanks to daddy in a skirt.
I hope it’s alright like this.
Translated version for y’alls liking
; w ; good parenting.
holy crap, I’m having that crazy weird hope for humanity thing that I get every once in a while
there is a misandry and kittens blog
it’s like it was made for us *_____*
reblogging for feminazgul, who needs this in her life.
Mirrored Geometric Animals by Arran Gregory