I’m going to scream. Pushback on the narrative that climate breakdown can be averted by individual decisions centres around the fact that NORMAL PEOPLE do not contribute to a significant amount of carbon emissions cos the average NORMAL PERSON emits 7 tons of CO2 a year. Not Taylor fucking Swift who has emitted over 8000 tons of emissions this year SO FAR. Her CO2 emissions from private jet use alone are equivalent to that of TWO THOUSAND normal people. We absolutely should be blaming individuals if those particular individuals are emitting two thousand people’s worth of emissions.
“We should be addressing structural issues” my brother in Christ widespread private jet use is a structural issue. Celebrity culture and the extravagant lifestyle that comes with it is a structural issue. These are whole industries that are massively impacting climate breakdown but because Taylor happens to be the most egregious case her stans want to pretend it’s not a problem. Stan culture really is a disease
what the hell even is a webp image. i dont care fuck why cant you play nice and just be a png. asshole image
open the image in a new tab, then search the URL until you find a section reading “format=webp”. you can replace “webp” with “png” (or any other kind of file!) and reload. then it should save as your preferred file type!! my magic wisdom
i do think we need to start treating spraying harmless “weeds” in your lawn as utterly absurd princess and the pea level of obsession with needing the world to revolve around your every whim, like.
Okay a flower grew out of the ground outside and you can’t cope with it. Do you need to sleep on thirty feather beds as well
in my meeting with one of the people who is over grounds on my college campus i was told that when the college stopped spraying weeds, they would actually get calls from people. complaining about the dandelions
and I was sitting here like okay this is why I shouldn’t be in a public facing job because i would be the rudest motherfucker imaginable about that.
what, are you some kind of spoiled child monarch who drinks out of a golden sippy cup? Do you have a retinue of servants at home to dispose of anything and everything that you might arbitrarily dislike? have you considered leading a life where you might encounter something that could be described as a real problem? do you call the weatherman to complain when it rains?
I honestly can’t even imagine what must happen inside the kind of person that would do that. “Hello I have an urgent problem, you see, I visited your campus recently and there was a flower.” “yes?” “I didn’t like the flower.” “Uh huh…”
What a sad way to live, honestly, that the sight of a little flower could ruin your day so much you have to call someone to complain.
