Im sorry but it is so funny how people outside of tumblr view us. Like why are the tiktokers treating tumblr like some professional ass website you need to do extensive prep before you begin posting on. And the follower farming advice is so fucking funny to me when this is the website where people actively hate getting new followers

See there’s a good chance this grind mentality is actively harming them on tumblr because I read this and fully recoiled

Like no thank you I’m here to scream into the dumpster and set it on fire, take your hustle culture and fucks given for “engagement” back to TikTok

“Have some idea of what kind of content you want to do”

No bitch open up, pick some tags to follow at random, and let the fucking breeze move you

Stop trying to make fun sites into work

Big Men / Tiny Men ?

No bitches

A Winding Stream Somewhere in Mt. Rainier National Park, WA [4672x5840][OC] - Author: Elliot-Fletcher

me every five minutes: if I built another weird electronic contraption I think it would fix me

folks you don't understand. I have a tinkering compulsion. last week I was bored one afternoon so I built a rechargeable electronic D&D dice set that seeds its random number generator by measuring the ambient electromagnetic field. it took four hours and I didn't need any parts that weren't already in my house.

in case you're wondering what that looks like

people in the tags have been 10x hornier about this post than anything else I've ever put on the internet which is equal parts refreshing and validating. I do in fact believe making and discussing Whatchamacallits is an underappreciated form of flirting

Whoever wrote this, slayed so hard with all these statements, truer words have never been spoken

beautiful women will be like “i baked a cake” and you will say “oh ? what flavour is it” and they say well its a honey rosewater apricot pistachio cardamom vanilla fig jam earl grey poppyseed orange blossom extra virgin olive oil chiffon sponge soaked in raspberry elderflower champagne lipgloss pomegranate matcha ginger blueberry cherry blossom magnolia petal almond passionfruit persimmon syrup with whipped amalfi lemon limoncello ricotta goats cheese honeycomb black pepper bergamot lemon thyme lemon balm rosemary chantilly whipped cream cream cheese feta cheese italian meringue frosting . like ok. i want to spend the rest of my afternoons walking around inside your beautiful mind like a garden

We are coming. Fascists beware.

Join the correct side of history.

Chicago:

Boston

New Orleans

Utah

Because we don't teach history right.

We teach history like it's a work of fiction where the characters act the way they do because they were written that way. And not like the real world with real people who were just as human as us and had reasons to act the way they do. And that the same mistakes and foibles they had could happen to us too.

And even this history is woefully undertaught. People learn it to memorize the events of the story and then forget about it. They don't learn to comprehend it, they don't learn to learn from it.

This will be a long story, but settle in, because this is important.

I was fortunate enough to have some great teachers growing up, in a small, fairly well-funded school system (and during times when everyone still agreed that fascism was bad). In 8th grade, our school had an interdisciplinary unit for about a month focusing solely on the Holocaust. Every class taught something related to it, even math. For a month, we read horrifying stories and watched documentaries and did research assignments on the Holocaust. By the end, any one of us would have said we were experts on the subject.

And at the very end, our entire grade (about 100 kids) was broken into four groups, and we were told that as a reward for all our hard work on the Holocaust unit, we were going to compete for a trip to Disney World. Only one team could go, but the entire team would get to travel there and spend a few days in the park, all expenses paid.

The competition was simple: the group with the most team spirit would win. We were instructed to come up with a team name, a catchy slogan, and a logo (something simple and easy to draw). We were allowed to prove our team spirit however we wanted. That was it. That was all of the instructions. The competition would last a week, and short of stopping physical violence, the teachers stepped back and let us have at it.

It was terrifying.

At first, everyone just hung up posters in the halls and cheerfully recited their slogan whenever the teachers were watching. Within a few days, posters were being torn down and shredded. Verbal fights were breaking out in the hallways. It wasn't enough to say your team was the best, everyone had somehow decided. You also had to prove that everyone else's team was inferior. People started making up lies and gossip, saying that everyone in a particular group was lazy or ugly or smelly or what have you (we were 13). Slurs were thrown around. (Again, we were 13.)

By the final day, the groups were marching down the halls in formation, shouting their slogan in unison. Shouting slander against the other groups. The floor was covered in tattered paper.

I was shy and introverted and weird and unpopular and mostly stayed out of it. But those images are burned into my memory. These kids had turned into vicious monsters, all for a stupid school project.

The teachers had us march down the hallway to the auditorium to announce the results of the competition. The groups were little armies now. Most students marched in lockstep, shouting their slogans. We were seated together in our groups. The teachers dimmed the lights, quieted us down, and the teacher in charge of this whole project said that before he announced the winners, he had something to share with us about the person who was responsible for this entire competition. He turned on the projector and displayed a portrait of Hitler.

Everyone lost their minds. Kids were booing and throwing things. We knew that Hitler was a Bad Guy.

The teacher calmed us back down, and then explained that there was no trip to Disney World, and the fact that not one student questioned for a moment that such a massively expensive and complicated prize would be granted for such a silly competition was honestly kind of disappointing. This entire week, he said, was our final exam. The final exam for the Holocaust unit.

We had spent a month learning about this. About how this "bad guy" inspired a whole hell of a lot of people to march in lockstep shouting slogans and plastering their symbol all over everything. That one bad guy had told them that they were special, and other groups were trying to take away what was rightfully theirs for being the best, and they ultimately got extremely violent. We had learned all about the Hitler Youth and the SS and book burnings and, of course, the concentration camps. We'd all read the Diary of Anne Frank. We'd been marinating in this information for a month, in all of our classes.

But we hadn't learned. We hadn't really understood what they were trying to teach us. Not that this happened. But that this happens. It can happen very easily, especially if people aren't watching out for it.

The kids were furious. They shouted that this wasn't fair, that we were only following instructions. The teachers had lied to us. They had told us to do this, and now they were mad at us for following directions?

He was ready for this, of course. Calming us back down again, he pointed out that all they'd done is tell us to give ourselves a name, a slogan, a symbol, and demonstrate "team spirit." That was literally it. No one told us to rip posters down. No one told us to march in the hallways. No one told us to spread rumors and shout insults. No one told us to fight each other.

They didn't have to.

All it takes to get people to behave this way is to tell them that their group is special, they deserve good things, but the good things aren't there because those other people are taking them from you.

The Nazis were not uniquely evil people. They were just encouraged to demonstrate their team spirit. And there were no teachers to stop it from getting violent. Because the person encouraging them wanted things to get violent.

The Holocaust was not the story of Hitler the Bad Guy. He was there, and he was responsible for a lot, but that wasn't the point. Germany during the Holocaust wasn't suddenly, by total accident, full of evil people.

It was just full of people like us.

This time, it just was a lie about Disney World and a week of chaos. But if we didn't watch out, the next time fascism started to rise, we would get swept up on the wrong side of it. We had just proven that we would. We'd be too swept up in making sure that our special group got the prize they deserved to notice that we were being lied to about the prize in the first place.

That could happen. If we weren't careful. If we forgot the lesson we'd just learned.

After he'd let the horror and shame and embarrassment and indignation of that week sink in properly, he reassured us that it wasn't our fault. The point wasn't for us to prove that we understood the lesson of the Holocaust. It wasn't actually a test after all, it was our final lesson. The most important lesson.

He'd known that this test would go this way, because it always did. He did this every year. He said in all his years of teaching, only one student, one student, had ever questioned it. Pulled him aside in the hallway and said straightforwardly that whatever was going on was messed up and he wanted no part of it.

And you know what? That is how you teach history. You give students the facts of what happened. And then you show them how easily it can happen again.

Sadly, most schools don't have the resources for this sort of thing, and these days they'd probably not be allowed to run this little experiment. But I'm extremely grateful to that teacher, grateful that I was part of that experience. It was harrowing, and it made me and a lot of other people vigilant for the rest of my life in a way I know I would not have been otherwise.

It was over 35 years ago now and it still makes me emotional to think about.

Most people never got to have that experience, to properly learn that lesson. But at least I can pass the story on to you. And you can pass it on to others. Because if you think you would have acted differently, that you would have seen through the ruse, think again.

That story is so important!!!!

I myself am German, born in 1999 and live in a village very close to an old 'Arbeitslager' where 'war criminals' were held captive (and tortured).

Our village took the 'Entnazifizierung' very seriously, so we had the topic of WW2 for five years in a row. Every grade had at least a couple months of learning about it.

The information we were given was more than words and Numbers. We were visiting the sites, especially on school trips, we were taught how propaganda works - I still shudder when I see the German flag hanging anywhere outside of international Sport events - we saw actual pictures of the corpses, listened to time witnesses.

My grandmother told me about the bombings she witnessed as a child, my father kept telling me that he would have surely fallen for the same lies his father fell for (my grandfather was a nazi).

We were taught about relativations, things like 'at least they gave us the Autobahn' and 'work' in times when people were starving, you know, all those 'socialist takes' that has right wing people today use to claim the nazis were 'communists'. Those arguments were used to explain why people fell for the propaganda in the first place. (We don't hate Nazis for the Autobahn, in case this you're confused.)

We didn't do any of the (aweinspiring) roleplay the Person before me told you about. We were reminded everyday that this history is our responsibility to never repeat. And we watched the movie 'die Welle' which is basically the same experiment in video format, to get that point across.

I won't say it worked for everyone. I just know how all these things combined worked on me. And I take this responsibility very seriously.

It's why you see me post all those politic posts. But this is important to me. And right now, it should be important to everyone.

there was a huge wave of grassroots organizing in the spring of 2024, students, activists, professors—the democratic base. democratic mayors and governors set the police on them, democratic congressmen sold them out to the republicans, and the democratic media lied about antisemitism. now there's only token opposition, chuck schumer is cracking jokes about area 51 . the party is over, sorry

there was a huge wave of grassroots organizing in the spring of 2020, african americans, activists, young people—the democratic base. democratic mayors and governors set the police on them, democratic congressmen sold them out to the republicans, and the democratic media lied about violence. all the energy was co-opted into some street name changes and joe biden. the party is over, sorry

Oh, to be a non-sapient creature that doesn’t have to drive or pay taxes or reply to emails

Thank you Derek, menswear guide, for reminding me why paying more to be free advertising for brands is dumb.

Genuinely, luxury goods are 99.999% name recognition. Which makes their label both the point and extra advertising.

You know what's fun about that though?

That means the people have a huge impact on how valuable that stuff is. Tesla is a PERFECT example here. A lot of people aren't ditching Tesla stock and cars over ethics. Humans just aren't built that way. No, they're ditching that stuff because Elon's name is a joke. Not just evil, but pathetic. The nazi thing is a plus for a lot of his followers, but their car being seen as laughable and undesirable? Well, now a bunch of these guys are using dental floss to remove the Tesla logo off their cars and slapping on Ford or Toyota ones.

So, you know what would be SUPER fun to do? See if we can do it again. And HARDER. There are plenty of luxury brands that have been fully exposed as evil but that isn't something that decreases the value for the kind of people who buy them. Rich people really don't care, because, for them, inspiring hate is just as satisfying as inspiring envy. The one thing that they CANNOT deal with inspiring is laughter.

Not that I have ANY idea how to run a massive campaign to do this. But I'd be FASCINATED to see if it can be done intentionally and so very publicly again. Boycotts based on ethics are great! But as far as I know, none of them have EVER been as powerful as the fall caused by Musk's loss of reputation just was.

“Rayban charity glasses event” is a scam don’t click any link in a post that says that.

Old tumblr users remember this scam back when it first went out.

Also no, this isn’t a joke. This phishing scam is 100% running its course again so watch out for your mutuals long abandoned accounts suddenly posting it. Please make everyone aware of it since most users here are newbies who have not seen it before!

no other warning like this is on any of the other products on the site.