In Britain we let those AUBERGINES live once we heal them with our FREE HEALTH CARE
NOBODY CARES, ENGLAND
at least America came up with their own word and didn’t steal ours
you used the wrong flag France
Hey! Hey, guys! Canada likes eggplants - or aubergine - what ever you want to call it - too!
Can we be included in this!?
Tumblr is the only place I can think of where a picture of an eggplant turns into a battle between countries.
I can never not reblog this post
The double negative, it hurts! But can’t NOT reblog this. Just … can’t.
(As requested: Lies about punctuation, now in convenient rebloggable form.)
I have so, SO much respect for our space correspondent, and the stuff about the Oxford Kama is excellent; but I feel compelled to disagree with the final point most vehemently. The Oxford comma is an abomination, an atrocity that should never, ever be perpetrated upon our beautiful language. I assure you, Stalin, JFK and the strippers would agree.
I wonder, sometimes, what it must be like to be you. Does it hurt to be so terribly wrong? Can you feel the sheer barbarity of your position crawling like oily mites beneath your skin? When you catch your own eye in a reflection, is it like gazing into a veritable abyss of poor choices? Are you kept awake at night by the baleful spectral howls of every writer who, when ordering a list, prioritized other factors over ease of punctuation?
Let’s be honest here. The Oxford comma only increases comprehension and never dilutes it. Not once. Whereas a lack of it can confound readers. Therefore there is logically, stylistically, and objectively no good reason why it should ever be done without.
It is my considered opinion that Thor could totally and easily beat the Hulk in a fight.
Oho. I see what you did there.
I’ll be over here, in the corner, cracking up.
When the Bordertown books first came out, in the 1980s, readers used to throw Borderland dance-and-music events, turning warehouses and other spaces into the Dancing Ferret for a night. (‘Kind of like the pop-up city raves of today. Bordertown lovers are pioneers, as always!)
Here’s a picture taken at a Dancing Ferret night in Los Angeles, sometime in the ’80s.
So who’s game to do this now…?
My tribe, my wasabi brothers……Alex and Christian. So cool to see them pop up here. What goes unmentioned above is that most of these events were also charity fundraisers. Because that’s how the Horn Dances :)
J.Nowill and Sons Fairbairn Sykes Knife
- Overall Length: 292mm
- Blade Length: 176mm
- Blade: Blued High Carbon
- Handle: Painted Alloy
- Weight: 220gms
The Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife was designed by Captains W.E. Fairbairn and E.A. Sykes at the Commando Special Training Centre, located in the Scottish Highlands at Achnacarry. Both former members of the Shanghai Police Force, Fairbairn and Sykes had returned to England at the beginning of the Second World War, where they were commissioned as Captains to instruct British Commandos in knife fighting, unarmed combat, and self defence. The knife was adopted by the British Army and soon proved extremely popular with British special forces. It has seen service in every conflict involving British forces since the Second World War and remains in service today, over sixty years after it was first adopted.
Source: © Lawrance Ordnance 2010-2012
Should anyone be curious, this is my FAVOURITE knife ever. The picture floating around (“Fight Like A Girl”) of me w/a blade is the “baby Fairbairn” version of this…..
Dale Spender, an Australian feminist who has been a strong advocate of female rights in this area, noted that teachers who tried to restore the balance by deliberately ‘favouring’ the girls were astounded to find that despite their efforts they continued to devote more time to the boys in their classrooms. Another study reported that a male science teacher who managed to create an atmosphere in which girls and boys contributed more equally to discussion felt that he was devoting 90 per cent of his attention to the girls. And so did his male pupils. They complained vociferously that the girls were getting too much talking time.
In other public contexts, too, such as seminars and debates, when women and men are deliberately given an equal amount of the highly valued talking time, there is often a perception that they are getting more than their fair share. Dale Spender explains this as follows:
The talkativeness of women has been gauged in comparison not with men but with silence. Women have not been judged on the grounds of whether they talk more than men, but of whether they talk more than silent women.
In other words, if women talk at all, this may be perceived as ‘too much’ by men who expect them to provide a silent, decorative background in many social contexts. This may sound outrageous, but think about how you react when precocious children dominate the talk at an adult party. As women begin to make inroads into formerly ‘male’ domains such as business and professional contexts, we should not be surprised to find that their contributions are not always perceived positively or even accurately.”
This is just..interesting. Women are not judged on whether they talk more than men, but how much more they talk than silent women. Eeek.