Punk 101: Lace Code

Lace Code is one of my favorite things, and so it happens to be the Punk 101 post that I’ve worked on the most. I’m sorry (I know I said at some point band shirts were up next 😬)

*Long Post - if you see anything thats wrong or missing, please feel free to leave a note or message me*

To start, it is important to talk about where Lace Code came from, and where it is now. Using lace colors on your boots (doc martins specifically) started with London Skinheads in the 70’s. Their white and red laces were typically symbols of white supremacy, and in some groups those laces had to be earned.

I’ll eventually do another post on Skinheads, but for now all you need to know is that the Skinhead subculture is historically known for being racist and violent. I always feel the need to point something out when talking about Skinheads: NOT EVERY BALD OR SHAVEN PUNK IS A SKINHEAD!

Later on in the 80’s, Lace Code became a popular way for many Punk subculture to communicate things such as their stance on racism and their sexuality. Now, in many areas, Lace Code is dead, but not everywhere!

Lace Code applies to ladder laced black combat boots (typically people wear docs). Each color represents something different, and this can vary by area, so it is important to check your local scene

How to ladder lace:

What do The Colors Mean?

(Colors mean different things in different places. These are the most common meanings and the ones I personally know - check your local scene to ensure its not different for your area)

Orange: Anti-Racist // Anti-ICE // No Meaning

Yellow: Anti-Racist

Green: Environmentalist // Peace // No Meaning

Blue: Killed a Cop

Purple: Queer // Gay

Pink: Feminist // Queer // Gay

Black: No Meaning

Patterned: No Meaning

Red: Nazi // Neo-Nazi // Anarchist

White: White Supremacy // Nazi // Neo-Nazi

Note: no one can stop you from wearing whatever you want, but in some areas you should be mindful because there are still people who follow Lace Code, and if youre seen with red or white ladder laces, you might be in for it

2nd Note: Its always advised that you dont wear ladder laces when traveling if you are unfamiliar with the Lace Code of the area you are traveling to for safety purposes

Y'know what, women..... you're alright.

This morning, I got up and went to shovel snow, and I immediately had such bad abdominal cramps that I threw up.

But before I threw up, I was sitting in the bathroom for a while whining like a dog from the pain and trying to NOT throw up. And I thought: This is what women must feel like, when they get cramps.

And in my pain induced hallucination, I saw the Big 4 of Womanhood before me: Joan of Arc. Rosa Parks. Cleopatra. And a Dog Girl.

This is how our conversation went:

Joan of Arc, Rosa Parks, and Cleopatra: "Now you know what we feel like."

Me: "This sucks."

Joan of Arc, Rosa Parks, and Cleopatra: "Yeah."

Me: "This blows super hard."

Dog Girl: "Yubi yubi!"

So y'know what women, maybe you're not so bad after all..

(Does a cool little upward nod at you like the kind guys usually do at each other)

Maybe we can overcome our differences.

And I will let you be my ally.

This showed up as a full notification on my phone by the way

Blame Tumblr for pickin' em. I'm just an innocent gal getting spat on by anon~

Puppy in cozy, toasty warm, comfort.  Taken into the flock. 

worth pointing out that appears to be a great pyrenees dog AKA a livestock guardian dog. :)

they’re learning to cohabitate with sheep who they will then grow up to protect!

Photo is by Cat Urbigkit. It’s from her ranch in Wyoming; she says the dogs are Akbash. Here are some more of her photos of working livestock guardian dogs.

Puppy in cozy, toasty warm, comfort.  Taken into the flock. 

worth pointing out that appears to be a great pyrenees dog AKA a livestock guardian dog. :)

they’re learning to cohabitate with sheep who they will then grow up to protect!

Photo is by Cat Urbigkit. It’s from her ranch in Wyoming; she says the dogs are Akbash. Here are some more of her photos of working livestock guardian dogs.

This showed up as a full notification on my phone by the way

Well fucks? Get to it!

an often overlooked detail of the izuru kamukura plot

shadow the hedgehog is cool. gunblades are cool. vampires are cool. scythes are cool. white hair is cool. we need to stop lying about what is not cool

Family gathering.

MOOOOOM, AUNT CAROL IS HEEEEEERE

Aunt Carol is fucking ripped.

reblog if you love aunt carol

another small addition

last truth tea

"Ok, ma'am that'll be $226.03."

I take my wallet out of my pocket and unfold it. It is empty other than a single moth that lazily flies out. The moth lands on the tap point of the card reader. There's a beat, and my payment is processed. The moth flies back into my wallet and I put it back in my pocket.

I read an AITA post a few weeks back about a woman who liked having snacks in the bath when she's had a long day (a result of residual trauma iirc - the bath was her safe space). Her brand new husband of three weeks, a man twice her age who had no job, made her pay all of his bills and do all housework, and spent all day every day gaming because he wanted to make it as a Twitch streamer, had always been fine with this; but, on the day in question, had whisked her bath snacks out of her hands as she was on her way to the bathroom and tried to bin them, telling her it was time to 'break her of that filthy habit in his home'. She told him if he ever actually paid anything towards the house she owns outright he might get a say, took her snacks back, and had her lovely bath. He was since giving her the silent treatment.

(Obviously the judgement was an avalanche of 'NTA and also he's abusing you', which she agreed with, and decided to kick him out, so happy ending.)

Anyway I told my husband about this and he was outraged. "I would never do that!" he told me, furious. "I would find it adorable if you had bath snacks!"

Since then, every time I try to have a bath (which I only do as a rare treat) after about ten minutes there has been an anxious scrabbling at the bathroom door.

"Elanor!" he says. "Do you have bath snacks? Do you need anything?"

My answer is irrelevant. He brings me wine and poptarts. Now I have bath snacks. I'm a bath snacks person. Last time he was literally sleeping on the sofa when I went for the bath. Somehow this still happened. I now have an eager bathroom butler. How did this happen. I have never been so decadent yet bewildered.

some asshole: tries to control his wife by withholding bath snacks

op's husband: