“Ms. Gardner, citing an example that resonates with her personally, pointed to the Wikipedia entry for one of her favorite authors, Pat Barker, which was a mere three paragraphs when she came across it. Ms. Barker is an acclaimed writer of psychologically nuanced novels, many set during World War I. She is 67 and lives in England. By contrast, Niko Bellic had an article about five times as long as Ms. Barker’s at the time. It’s a question of demographics: Mr. Bellic is a character in the video game Grand Theft Auto IV; he is 30 and a former soldier.”—
Hey everyone. Editing Wikipedia is EASY. It doesn’t require a login or password. All you do it click “edit” and BOOM. You’re on an editable HTML page.
Longer articles can be daunting to edit for a first timer, go to a short article that you know something about (Do you have a vaguely famous relative? Or an obsession with an obscure 17th century scientist? Go find that page.) Click the edit button. Look at it. Fix a misspelling or a comma error. Save the page. Go back to the article and see the change implemented in real time.
After you do that, as you look through Wiki, note where you could be of help. And edit Wikipedia.
(This article is about getting women to contribute more to Wiki, but it’s important for everyone who has knowledge [WHICH IS ALL OF US] to contribute to this incredibly valuable resource.)
on saturday night SNL aired a skit of a mock commercial for an estrogen replacement therapy depicting men with facial hair wearing dresses as representative of transgender women. (i am not going to post it, because i believe that will only perpetuate the problem.)
the skit was stereotypical, hurtful, and minimized the real struggles and discrimination that transgender people face in their everday lives.
some people might defend this skit as “just a joke.” i do not believe it is funny to further ridicule and make fun of a community of people who already face discrimination, bias, and hatred on a day-to-day basis. a skit like this only tells other media outlets that it’s ok to make fun of trans people for the sake of a good laugh.
i urge you to raise awareness about this skit by explaining to your friends and family why it is not funny, but rather an example of transphobia.
INFJ- Why you want one: They’ll sit-inside-and-read-Dostoevsky-with-you-on-a-rainy-day, they’re good curators of interests and they’ll find something interesting to do and plan the whole date out (to the second). Spoiler Alert: Icy-cold exterior. Where to find one: Any independent or used bookstore in a trendy neighborhood on a Friday night. Typically they’ll be there before heading to a small divey but not too divey bar to have a moderately pretentious microbrew with their one other friend. Pickup technique: Ask them about Rilke, social justice, chai tea.
ENFJ- Why you want one: They’re warm, friendly, and very concerned about your happiness. Spoiler Alert: You’ll always be surrounded by a lot of people, not really for homebodies. Where to find one: At a party they are hosting for their friends in their home. They’re busy making sure everyone is happy, and stressing out about nonexistent riffs between their guests. Pickup technique: Ask to help, compliment how much fun everyone is having. Tell them some juicy gossip. Try not to feel bad when they have to give attention to all the other plebey party guests.
ESTP- Why you want one: Know Jeremy Piven in Entourage? Sometimes it just feels good to be around an asshole. Spoiler Alert: Followed to its logical conclusion, this personality type can also be called ‘sociopathic.’ Where to find one: The clubbiest of clubs, near edge of the dancefloor where they’re looking to shove their tongue down someones throat for awhile and then have some aggressive sex before they leave without saying anything. Pickup technique: Maybe the easiest to pickup, just try to look good and get in their line of vision. Be aggressive.
ISTP/ISTJ- Why you want one: Not really sure you do? Maybe you’re an ISTP or ISTJ yourself. Maybe you have really low self esteem and don’t feel like you ‘deserve’ someone interesting. Spoiler Alert: Boring. Probably cares about things like ‘baking’ and ‘crafting.’ Where to find one: Jesus, I don’t even know, doing something really boring by themselves. Buying tax prep software at Best Buy? On a long solo walk in the woods? Pickup technique: Is anyone really interested in this?
ESTJ- Why you want one: Might be a more reliable fuck buddy than an ESTP. Spoiler Alert: Kind of boring, possibly sexually attracted to day planners. Where to find one: Out with their friends, policing the fun. Pickup technique: Make a really boring and unnecessary statement about the progress of the night. Show them your day planner + coding system.
ENFP- Why you want one: Passionate, unpredictable, absolutely always interesting. Spoiler Alert: Not loyal to people or ideologies. One day it’s yoga, the next it’s kickboxing. One day it’s Theravada Buddhism, the next it’s Assemblies of God. This applies to their romantic life. Where to find one: The clubbiest of clubs, in the middle of the dancefloor, possibly on X. Pickup technique: Wear some bright colors, talk about how you bathed in the Ganges to get salvation, give them drugs, promise to get tantric. Beware of passionate yet very sloppy kisses.
INFP- Why you want one: They’ll read you poetry and rub your back while you fall asleep, they have the most comfortable beds. Spoiler Alert: May suffocate you with intensity. May cry during a commercial for McDonald’s. Where to find one: Getting existential at some dive bar with a small but intense looking group of people who all look remotely like someone who used to babysit you. Pickup technique: Say you think care ethics is an overlooked school of thought or that you ‘really resonate’ with Joni Mitchell or anything else deep + nice sounding.
ESFP- Why you want one: They’re warm, easy to like, and fun to be around. Spoiler Alert: They are only ever motivated by what will get them the most amounts of attention possible. This gets old. Where to find one: Hanging with their bros at a bar, being as loud as possible, telling hilarious jokes, bein’ a bro. Pickup technique: Challenge them to a game. Preferably fetch, as there is no distinguishable difference between an ESFP and a labrador retriever.
ISFP- Why you want one: They’re the perfect person to talk about your work dramz with over a game of tennis. They’re smiley and cute and really good at interior decorating. Spoiler Alert: They don’t mature past the age of 15. Where to find one: Hanging with their one bro at a bar, probably not talking but smiling and and genuinely enjoying themselves. Pickup technique: Talk about animals and/or children. Make a comment about aesthetics in some capacity, except don’t use the word ‘aesthetics’ because they won’t know what it means.
INTP- Why you want one: They’re really smart and make up for being awkward + not really sexy by having a lot of interesting things to say. Spoiler Alert: You’ll get tired of them making jokes about ninjas and Lord of the Rings. Probable addiction to World of Warcraft. Where to find one: At their friend’s house drinking whiskey Cokes and watching Shark Week on the Discovery Channel. Pickup technique: Wear something slutty + talk about science/robots/the singularity.
ENTP- Why you want one: They have the best circle of smart and interesting friends, they’re laidback, they give great advice. Spoiler Alert: They’ll never put another person ahead of their own interests, self-involved. Where to find one: Out with their friends at a bar they take issue with for one reason or another (cf: hipster), but enjoying themselves as long as everyone knows they’re too smart for whatever beneath-them drinking game is going on. Pickup technique: Intersperse non-sequitor jokes and puns with douchey statements like ‘Thomas Pynchon is the only funny postmoderist.’
INTJ- Why you want one: It’s kind of intoxicating to be around someone this smart and serious. It’s really sexy for as long as you can go without getting compliments/any affirmation that they like you back. Spoiler Alert: Oblivious misers. Where to find one: Home alone, reading something really interesting, generally not giving a fuck. Pickup technique: Figure out what they’re interested in and make insightful comments. Don’t expect any affirmation or acknowledgment that they heard you.
ENTJ- Why you want one: They’ll give you great advice and push you to follow through on it. Spoiler Alert: Loud talkers, stubborn, make black-and-white decisions. Where to find one: At a weird event with their friends. Like ‘Julius and Ethel Rosenberg discussion group’ type weird. They’re the one taking notes or serving a pretentious dish. Pickup techniques: Make aggressive but smart statements. Talk about why you’re right. Use historical examples but also throw in something about Aqua Teen Hunger Force.
ESFJ- Why you want one: Literally your standard bro or prototypical ‘wife material.’ Spoiler alert: They’re not that interesting. They’re mega-sensitive but not likely to be able to communicate why. And not in the brooding, artsy way, in the self-righteous way. Where to find one: Hanging with their bros, they’re the one with their cell clipped to their belt and their shirt tucked in. Pickup techniques: Tell them why their sports team of choice ‘deserved’ to make the playoffs because they really ‘wanted it.’
I never remember my M-B classification, but reading this I’m pretty sure it’s ENFJ.
Um, I’m not the kind of girl that does a big thing for Valentine’s Day or really anniversaries or any things like that in relationships. So, this was always a nothing holiday for me, but some people are into it and you say Happy Valentine’s Day to the ones you love. Anyway, I’ve been noticing (this week especially) that I can’t really relax and I realized it’s because this stupid holiday is looming. However, the feeling does not come from not being in a relationship…
Last year, I called my Mom on the 14th to wish her a Happy Valentine’s Day. She didn’t come to the phone. I told the nurse to tell her I would call back, but I didn’t do so until a few days later. Again, she didn’t come to the phone. Again, I was lazy about calling her back. She was always supposed to come to the phone. She promised.
I can’t actually remember the last time I spoke to her. I can’t place it on a timeline and I don’t know what we said to each other. All I can remember is that I didn’t try hard enough to say Happy Valentine’s Day to my Mother.
I don’t talk about this much in real life and I don’t want to. If I do, my friends make excuses for me: ”You just had laser eye surgery, and you were just really not feeling great.” I don’t make excuses for me. I didn’t try hard enough to talk to her. I said to myself, even knowing she’d just been in the hospital for the first time in years (red flag), “I’ll call her back tomorrow.” Then, there was no tomorrow.
When she died she was completely alone in her nursing home, and I was out to dinner with friends in New York City. I try really hard to forgive myself for having been passive. Sometimes, I’m okay with it. Today I’m not, and I don’t know if I will be until after this holiday and this anniversary (February 20th) pass. I feel like every day for the next few weeks, I’m going to go to sleep trying to unsuccessfully recall the last few weeks of her life: “Wait, did I talk her then? No.” When I can’t think of the last time I talked to her, I’ll think instead of numbly shopping for the outfit she was buried in and making a decision on whether the funeral director should give her a haircut before she was laid out. But, I’ll wake up and I’ll make sure everyone who is important to me knows that they are important to me. I’ll call people back the same day. I’ll answer all text messages and emails regardless of how I’m feeling. I’ll put on my brave pants. I’ll tell myself, like my Mom always told me, “keep your chin up, kid.”
Valentine’s Day, I’ve never cared for you and now I just really don’t.
She kept coughing up pieces of her anti-anxiety pill, and coughs of powder that is contained within the pill, and I kept shoving them back down her throat and giving her bits of kibble and water to make her happy.
She’s calm now, and I’ve washed my hands from the Doxepin and gross dog saliva, but then I touched my face and tasted this bitter, tingly medicine thing.
I’ve totally dosed myself with anti-anxiety medicine meant for my dog.
“And if you feel, as I do, that there’s a French bulldog on every corner (sort of the canine Starbucks), you’re not wrong. This plucky dog, with its gotta-love-it bat ears, is No. 5 in the city, and is the fastest growing among the breeds nationwide.”—