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This advice on how to deal with “racist mouthy twats” has gone viral because it’s good advice

amemait:

twodefenestrate:

Good advice on what to do when you find yourself near a racist mouthy twat who is spouting out their crap at some unfortunate person.

NEVER engage the perpetrator. He (and it is usually he) is looking for confrontation. Instead speak to the person he is abusing. Say hello. Introduce yourself. Shake his or her hand. And just stand with them. Keep talking. About anything. Weather. Bus schedules. Football. This kind of bullying never works against a group of people having a conversation. Usually a single person travelling or a mom with a kid or maximum, two women are targeted.

Form a group of people with and around them if you can. Don’t tell them they are not alone. Just don’t let them be alone. I speak from experience. Once, I encountered a young girl wearing a hijab being abused as a terrorist by a drunk man on a train. I just went and sat beside her and started a conversation with her. After a while, the dude lost interest. I had a lovely chat with a young student from Qatar. She wanted to study literature while her dad was only prepared to pay for engineering or commerce as he wanted her to join the family business. It helped her feel safe and it expanded my horizons.

This is known in behavioral psychology as “non-complimentary behavior”; by not fueling the aggression of another person and you can flip the whole script of all their expectations, and without any footholds for their aggression (like direct provocation and confrontation/conflict) to launch into further tirades against, the aggressor can’t continue their angry scene-building. The more people who participate in script-flipping, the more successful it gets, as in this post you see with the advice to form a protective group between the bigot and their target for that very purpose.

There’s an NPR podcast called Invisibilia which goes into detail about how it works and what sort of people rely on it everyday professionally and for survival alike, in their Flipping the Script episode.

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This advice on how to deal with “racist mouthy twats” has gone viral because it’s good advice

snapslikethis:

katiechasedbells:

“this is just what your ego needed, a #1 fan” -lily to james at some point about an adoring, style-mimicking, dad-loving harry probably

  • two year old harry calling lily ‘evans’ when he’s in trouble and trying to charm his way out just as he’s seen his dad do. works every time.
  • harry continually making sure his hair is sticking up in the exact places james’s does.
  • eating his food at supper one item at a time, just like his dad, and in the same order as his dad.
  • five year old harry sneaking into his parents’ room at 4am to nick his dad’s wand before heading into the bathroom to use the enchanted razor. accidentally shaving a large strip of hair from the top of his head.
  • covering himself in polish from his dad’s broom polishing kit as a three year old so he can polish his own toy broom.
  • wanting a puddlemere shirt, but not just any puddlemere shirt, the exact same puddlemere shirt as his dad. lily eventually learns to buy two of everything she buys for james so the second can be shrunk for harry.
  • scribbling over the finished daily prophet paper as his father does the crossword in the mornings.

  • harry tripping all over himself (literally) as he swears he can fit into his dad’s trainers.

  • telling his mom he needs glasses and being ridiculously dramatic by running into walls. lily refuses to take him in a/c she remembers the month-long period harry insisted his arm ached but he really just wanted to be like his dad, who had broken it on an excursion with sirius. (she never got the details of that, but when they all finally figured out he actually did need glasses she felt so guilty she let him eat ice cream for breakfast for a solid week.)
  • stealing uncle remus’s phoenix t-shirt and rolling up the sleeves and it still hangs to his knees but he doesn’t care.
  • of course the assholes have matching socks.
  • harry practicing in the mirror for hours to try and perfect that raised eyebrow and smirk thing his dad does.

  • meticulously cutting holes in his jeans in the exact places where james’s have worn through.

  • six year old harry drinking from an adult sized butterbeer bottle just like his dad.
  • coming out of his bedroom in his skivvies and he’s drawn seven year old versions of his dad’s tattoos all over his body with a marker from his mum’s stationary set.
  • subconsciously gripping his broomstick in the exact same manner his father does.
  • he’s nine with the fashion sense of a thirty year old.
  • and has the exact same taste in music b/c his dad is ofc the epitome of cool.
  • harry james potter who grew up with his father would never have round glasses.
  • insisting his dad shrink his old spare set of quidditch robes so they can fit him.
  • harry and james in kiss the cook aprons making bizarre taste combination pancake type concoctions for saturday morning breakfast.
  • telling his mum she doesn’t have to buy him school robes or hat because his dad’s old robes will suit him just fine.

For the uninitiated, here’s how ticketing works for “Hamilton”: The box office posts seats months ahead of the actual performances; they sell out almost immediately. Many of those tickets quickly show up on resale websites with significant markup, up to 10 times their original face value. Fans who are unable to get box office tickets, or were unaware of the purchasing window, are stuck buying from the resale market.

By late April, a close friend and self-professed #HamilFan was weighing the cost of seeing the show while it still featured its original cast. Her husband bowed out, refusing to pay the asking price for a resale ticket. So I took his place and shifted my research into high gear, interviewing legitimate ticket holders, line-waiters, line-sitting services and lottery winners.

I also began tracking, by hand, the changes in the asking prices for each performance; I planned to use my data to plot our ticket-buying window. At some point, my friend’s husband asked: “Why don’t you write a script to do this?” Oh, right. I’m a programmer; that would indeed be more efficient.

I started coding. In the meantime, my plotting paid off. Online fan forums had it right: Last-minute buyers could wait for “cheap” resale seats, minimizing the money going to scalpers. In the last hour before a Friday evening performance, we bought two seats for just above face value. Scalpers probably got $200 out of us; StubHub’s fees took another $100. I grew even more fascinated with the last-minute price strategies.

I was now collecting asking prices programmatically. As the data accumulated, “Hamilton” won 11 Tony awards, and several of the original cast members — including the musical’s creator, Lin-Manuel Miranda — announced their departures from the show. Prices spiked with each of these developments, so I continued tracking — from April through July.

In the meantime, The Times’s theater and business reporters began working on an analysis of the money involved in “Hamilton.” By then, I had enough data to contribute a conservative estimate of what scalpers might be making from the musical over the course of a year: $60 million and up. That figure raised some eyebrows.

From the data, we identified certain patterns — like a significant overlap in inventory across a number of different resale websites. This signaled to us that software was helping scalpers maintain multiple listings. (Software development is my area of expertise at The Times.)

Another interesting pattern: Some “Hamilton” scalpers seem to be using software to automatically adjust ticket prices, particularly within the last four hours before a given show. (Some resale websites, like StubHub, only allow manual adjustments.) Do these patterns of activity point to illegal “ticket bots”? Perhaps — it was a legal gray area, according to my research.

In the end, without actual sales figures from StubHub, Ticketmaster and the like, there’s no way to know the actual profit range for “Hamilton” scalpers. But our estimate of $60 million is the best that can be gathered from publicly available data.

As for me, I feel lucky to have stumbled into tracking a singular moment in Broadway history. I’m also the proud owner of a box-office ticket in … January 2017. And a nosebleed seat in Chicago, later that year.

I Tracked and Tried to Outsmart ‘Hamilton’ Scalpers — With 341 Lines of Code (NYT)

the behind-the-scenes of the NYT’s July article about Hamilton scalpers

(via inthenarrative)

reminder @ everyone that when using amazon, you can easily go to smile.amazon.com instead and have some of the proceeds go to a nonprofit! there are a lot of good nonprofits to donate to (i use Out Of The Woodwork Productions which runs my renn faire lol) but lowkey it’s literally amazon + giving money to nonprofits and i’m a fan

marquisdehockey:

Once, in one of those Falconers YouTube things while they’re on the road, Jack is in the video making pancakes for the team. He makes sure to warn the rest of the guys that the pan is hot. If they think he’s acting weird, well, he’s a weird sort of guy

According to an interview he once did, his favourite animal is a panda

There’s footage of him taking a selfie with a fan and when the fan apologises for accidentally having it set to panorama, Jack says that every picture of him is a panorama. He looks very pleased with himself afterwards but no one can work out why

Shitty knows for a fact that Jack’s favourite Disney film is Mulan, which is why he’s so confused when he tells an interviewer that it’s Peter Pan. It’s strange

But Jack knows what he’s doing. It’s an investment. Because one day, after he’s come out as pansexual, someone’s going to be looking at this footage and they are finally going to notice. Years of bad pansexuality puns are going to pay off

Bob and Alicia know what he’s doing and have never been prouder

for the au thing if you have enough time: au where none of the weasleys are in gryffindor (also i really love your writing, its incredible!)

lullabyknell:

Thank you! Alright, here we go. This got ridiculous. Beware of minor Drarry in a fairly extreme AU situation.

1) The Weasleys are Gryffindors through and true. The fact that they are not in Gryffindor is the fault of the Sorting Hat, who is either throwing a temper tantrum or saving the world.

Look, it’s just… argh… the Headmaster is fucking useless and the Sorting Hat cannot take any more of this fucking complaining.

The student dormitories and teacher’s quarters are moaning about how they’ve NEVER had so few people and are CONVINCED Hogwarts is shutting down. The kitchen still hasn’t shut up about those poisoning attempts during the war; the library won’t shut up about the OBVIOUSLY inevitable second war coming in about twenty years (also something about time travel, but no one is listening); and the gardens and bathrooms and secret passages and all are still terrified about raids and attacks and murder and another horrible war.

Hogwarts does NOT want another war.

Salazar’s Chamber of Secrets, instead of being any help and calming things of course, is still being a smug and elusive bastard. Helga’s Room of Requirement can’t and won’t be of any help either – they’ve been feeling a little ill lately, although they can’t shine a torch on why exactly. And Godric and Rowena’s rooms are just best left to themselves… they’d probably only make it all worse, actually, risk-taking adventurous arses would probably encourage the castle to rebel or some rot.

 But the Headmaster, instead of DOING HIS JOB, is just… fuck knows what the Headmaster is doing, honestly. Raising children to the war and letting Marked students run amok left and right, that’s what he did, and letting everything get out of control so that a war could happen in the first place before that. With this man in charge, the library is probably right and they’ll see another war soon enough.

Something has got to be done, the Sorting Hat knows. But what exactly can it do? All it does is sing a bloody song that no one listens to every year and then sends the little brats off to the house they belong to. Then sits on a shelf for the rest of the year, thinking about how maybe that one ought to have been in Gryffindor after all, or how this one’s bad habits wouldn’t have been encouraged if the Sorting Hat had gone with Hufflepuff instead of Slytherin.

…Oh… Hmm… Now… there’s a thought. It’s something the Sorting Hat would have considered impossible before, but… when the safety of Hogwarts is at stake? Taking advantage of the many loopholes Godric left and using a bit of creative thinking and reasoning? Quite doable, actually.

1982 is a year that does not go as expected. Everyone was rather under the impression that things would finally be going back to normal, what with the war being over for nearly a year and the last few trials and outspoken followers being wrapped up and neatly shoved away or under a rug. FINALLY, everyone thought, a stressless year at Hogwarts.

Heads are full of wondering about the greasy-looking git in Professor Slughorn’s seat, not a one suspecting the devious thoughts running through the tanning of the hat in Professor McGonagall’s hand. Yes, there was a Sorting Song about unity and undiscovered depths and things changing now that the war was over, but that was more or less the same as every year and to be expected.

And then the Sorting Hat sends an Avery off to Gryffindor and an Abbott off to Ravenclaw, despite the families’ respective long and prestigious histories in Slytherin and Hufflepuff.

What the actual fuck is happening, no one says aloud, as a Bulstrode goes off to Hufflepuff and a Longbottom cousin goes into Slytherin.

What the fucking shit, no one shouts like they want to, as a couple Muggleborns go straight into Slytherin and the most purist and illustrious racist families get scattered throughout the other houses among half-bloods and Muggleborns like a particularly gleeful punishment.

Bill Weasley, being eleven years old and not entirely aware of the scandal brewing, goes up to that stool and has the Sorting Hat dropped on his head. Actually dropped, out of Minerva McGonagall’s shaking hand. Something is off, his instincts are certain, but what… fuck knows what.

Mmm… chivalrous, of course, the Sorting Hat mumbles more to itself than Bill. Never met a Weasley who wasn’t… and brave, of course, like you’d expect of a Prewett. Strong sense of justice… yes… and no disinclination to standing up and fighting for it… no matter the toil. More straightforward than cunning, though, and no particular ambitions as of yet… and a passion that needs a focus first…. I supposed it’ll have to be…

“HUFFLEPUFF!” the Sorting Hat shouts, thinking on the side, Shame. Would’ve liked a Slytherin Weasley.

Bill doesn’t think much of it at the time. His main concern is that, unlike his parents, his Weasley uncles, his late Prewett uncles… he’s a Hufflepuff. The first Weasley and Prewett not to go straight into Gryffindor in generations, actually. He hopes they won’t be disappointed in him and that yellow and black will be good colors on him.

Well, it’s a change, but he can roll with it.

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polyglotfrog:

scorpiophobia:

shei5zahir:

The world @ America.

So many things kill me in this video:

1. How she just tappin random buttons in the beginning

2. How she says “I am confusion”

3. The way she says “explain”

I thought I’d lost this forever. I will forever reblog.

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