Anthropology Stories

A Social Anthropology blog of art, stories, history,ideas,culture, explorations, and information about internships, field schools, etc.
did-you-kno:

Organic farmer Tony Dighera has been experimenting with growing produce into plastic-molded shapes since 2010. He started with cube and heart-shaped watermelons, and this year he’s created pumpkins in the shape of Frankenstein’s monster, just in time for Halloween.  Source

did-you-kno:

Organic farmer Tony Dighera has been experimenting with growing produce into plastic-molded shapes since 2010. He started with cube and heart-shaped watermelons, and this year he’s created pumpkins in the shape of Frankenstein’s monster, just in time for Halloween. Source

mindblowingscience:

Today over 300,000 people marched in ‘The Peoples Climate March’ in New York City; many more thousands marched in cities around the world.
We need to take action for the future.

mindblowingscience:

Today over 300,000 people marched in ‘The Peoples Climate March’ in New York City; many more thousands marched in cities around the world.

We need to take action for the future.

(Source: twitter.com, via sagansense)

Porn Has Completely Destroyed Me

There was a time - I’d say pre 1999 - when I would have tolerated a girl with an errant fat roll, a mildly problematic ass, or even non-porcelain veneered teeth. And come to think of it, I might have even green lighted a B cup chest.

But with the installation of the high speed cable modem, alas, I am sad to say that those times have now passed. I now only want - and will only solicit affection from - girls with killer porn star looks and behavior.

I am ashamed and I do not like what now stimulates me, but the Internet, with all of its quick fix, crack-like vices, has made me extraordinarily intolerant.

Are you a Tufts or Harvard grad and a great conversationalist?

Not important.

Do you have a quirky sense of humor and a knack for cooking Asian Fusion cuisine?

Don’t care.

Would you like to discuss the sub-text meaning of the whip sawed brush strokes of that Kandinsky painting at the MFA?

Fuck off.

Be the source of a blood rush and make me throw a rod in my pants or kindly turn into anti-matter.

I am ruined. I am dead on the inside. I am ashamed and embarrassed of what now stimulates me and I know that I am irrevocably changed for the worse. For all practical purposes, Internet porn has destroyed me.

So who am I? Not who you’d think. Not the dandruff-haired blob of shit in the cube next to you. Not the UES Michigan frat boy. Not the faux disheveled Downtown hipster with the silly retro Puma sneakers.

Sadly, I am the “normal” one that you’re actually interested in. Cultured, eloquent, well dressed. I am the one you discuss with your girlfriends over Sunday brunch. I am the one you hope to bump into at Karen’s pajama themed apartment party. I am the one who takes the lead, holds doors, and hails cabs.

Shit.

Do you dream of a man who will “love you just for you?”

Do believe that you have peripheral, intangible qualities that men of substance will key upon and gravitate to?

Do you shun the gym in favor of The Apprentice and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chunkey Monkey, thinking that your black cigarette pants will sufficiently mask any belly spillage or ass expansion?

Then forget it. It’s game over. You’re a walking, talking non-compete clause and you’re going to end up alone with a slobbering oversized Rotweiller named Chuckles.

Pull your head out of your ass and be advised - porn viewing/obsession is spreading like the plague amongst my gender - upping the already unrealistic physical expectations, pushing boundaries in the bedroom (you’re down with anal, right?), and providing instant, customize-able sexual highs with the push of a button.

If you’re female and you don’t posess prodigal, Einsteinian caliber intelligence that would propel the cause of humanity forward, and, if you don’t relish the idea of being alone, then …

… throw every last dollar you have at your physical appearance.

I’m serious. Personal trainer. Porcelain veneers. High-end boob job. Get scared and get it done.

Do not extend my gender any credit. Do not hope that a guy will be in awe of your cello playing, your VP title, or your cute apartment.

I promise you he won’t care. Don’t kid yourself into thinking he will. Men are programmed to respond to the visual.

Look good or you’re alone.

Anon dude on craigslist, April 2005
Found at oneangrygirl.net (via antiporn-activist)

Oh yeah, more people should read this. Re-post!

(via antiporn-activist)

(via antiporn-activist)

rexium:

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Steal his look: Tobias Fünke (never nude)

MICHEAL KORS Dunmore Camouflage Weekender: $748.00

White 1000 Count Egyptian Cotton Down Comforter: $800.00

Wool/Silk Experia Crew Socks: $17.99 (a pair)

Birkenstock Arizona Aviator Men’s Sandels: $159.00

Giorgio Armani AR5002 Glasses: $280.00

Fake Mustache: $3.00

(via the-pietriarchy)

goodcharlotteofficial:

redbloodedamerica:

mallninjacode:

pual1010:

brownglucose:

stunningpicture:

So proud of my mother for doing her own research after I sent her that meme. A sign she hung in her car window.

Stay woke

Is this true?

Not only is it true, it gets worse. The Susan G Komen For The Cure Foundation has actually successfully sued “competing” charities, because (paraphrasing) their “message or branding was infringing.”
You read that correctly: they took money that people had donated to cure cancer, and hired attorneys with it, to sue ANOTHER group of people trying to find a cure for cancer, who, in turn, had to use their donated money to hire their own legal counsel to defend themselves.



There’s a documentary about this on Netflix called Pink Ribbons, Inc. if anyone’s interested.

goodcharlotteofficial:

redbloodedamerica:

mallninjacode:

pual1010:

brownglucose:

stunningpicture:

So proud of my mother for doing her own research after I sent her that meme. A sign she hung in her car window.

Stay woke

Is this true?

Not only is it true, it gets worse. The Susan G Komen For The Cure Foundation has actually successfully sued “competing” charities, because (paraphrasing) their “message or branding was infringing.”

You read that correctly: they took money that people had donated to cure cancer, and hired attorneys with it, to sue ANOTHER group of people trying to find a cure for cancer, who, in turn, had to use their donated money to hire their own legal counsel to defend themselves.

There’s a documentary about this on Netflix called Pink Ribbons, Inc. if anyone’s interested.

(via tyleroakley)

did-you-kno:

The burial site of Copernicus was a 500-year-old mystery before archaeologists found a promising skeleton beneath a cathedral floor in 2005. There was no existing DNA to compare with the remains until a strand of the astronomer’s hair was found in one of his books, and the discovery was finally confirmed. Source

did-you-kno:

The burial site of Copernicus was a 500-year-old mystery before archaeologists found a promising skeleton beneath a cathedral floor in 2005. There was no existing DNA to compare with the remains until a strand of the astronomer’s hair was found in one of his books, and the discovery was finally confirmed. Source


"This is without question the best time to be a girl in history."
Maclean’s cover this week: Teenage girls taking on social stereotypes and a sex-saturated culture. (Ignore them at your peril.) Read more here. 

"This is without question the best time to be a girl in history."

Maclean’s cover this week: Teenage girls taking on social stereotypes and a sex-saturated culture. (Ignore them at your peril.) Read more here. 

(Source: macleansmag)