crazy-pages:

queen-administrator:

discyours:

discyours:

People who believe that small children are proof that gender roles are natural are really on a whole other level.

A young child, using words she learned purely

by mimicking

the way others speak: I want to be a mommy when I grow up.

Y’all absolute Mensa candidates: Wow. This child is a blank slate. Completely unaffected by society. Guess lady-brains truly are the only explanation here, science deniers. 

Babies cry with an accent within a day of being born, and can even observe sounds while they’re still in the womb. There’s no stage of life where people aren’t already affected by socialisation, everyone who believes that nature can truly be separated from nurture is naive as fuck. 

I absolutely love this post just because of the “y’all absolute mensa candidates” at the top.

So there’s this part of the mammalian brain called the neocortex. It’s the part of the mammalian brain which is basically a blank slate that just process input, figures out and predicts patterns from that input, and suborns autonomic processes to higher-level abstract patterns it works out from all that data. (On Intelligence by Jeff Hawkins, excellent neuroscience book, I highly recommend it). And humanity’s whole Thing is that our neocortex has become massively oversized and completely taken over our brain, to the point where it directs the action of the rest of the brain rather than the other way around like in other mammals. That’s basically our whole schtick as a species, being run by this massive blank-slate pattern matching machine rather than preprogrammed instincts.

Other mammals are instincts with some learning thrown on top, but humans are basically only learning, with some residual instincts to make sure we don’t fuck up too bad. That’s one of the reasons why humans take so much longer to develop motor skills than other species, because our brain has usurped the typical mammalian in-born neural motor programming with a blank slate that has to just like … figure that shit out on it’s own. Human babies can’t even see properly when they’re first born, even though they have perfectly functioning eyes, because our brain replaced all that silly mammalian visual recognition software with the neurological equivalent of a blank sheet of paper, a pencil, a shrug, and “you’ll figure it out, go get ‘em tiger”.

And that’s a huge advantage! Evolution can only adapt a species really, really slowly, to changing conditions over millions of years. Typical mammalian neocortices are a fantastic patch on that which allow adaptation over the course of a creature’s lifetime, but they don’t allow for that adaptation to be passed on, and it’s still just a patch on the greater impetus of evolved instincts. But humans. Ohohohoh. Humans are nothing but adaptation. Our ability to mimic and pass on behavior means that we don’t need a lot of those built up evolutionary behaviors which change so slowly, because we just can figure that shit out by mimicry and raw learning anyway. So we just ditched most of it and a lot of what’s left now comes with a “you can learn to override this if you need to” feature. It’s a way, way more flexible and adaptable system than that old clunky “being a bunch of preprogrammed mental software” thing other mammals use.

So the idea that you can assume anything about humans’ intrinsic instincts by looking at their behavior when young is just ridiculous. From the moment we’re born we are tiny pattern matching machines, intaking and copying everything around us, because we literally do not have enough instinct left as a species to exist without pattern matching other’s behavior. We can’t even fucking see without having to learn it from scratch. But yeah, I’m sure intrinsic gendered social skills and housecare aptitude made the evolutionary cut when fucking sight and walking got the axe.

Things that improved my emotional stability by at least 90%: Not dealing with my crazy-ass family every single day

Things that can apparently trigger me into a major (thankfully temporary) tailspin: Right 😩

Time for a sleep reset soon, with any luck.

The Secret to That Bright-Red Drink? Little Bugs

nanonaturalist:

thelepidopteragirl:

food coloring from mashed up mealy bugs. Finally a good use for those little suckers. 

I remember reading about this dye and thinking that these were some strange exotic bugs somewhere deep within the rainforest that I would never see.

Then I moved to Texas and started doing nature stuff. Guys. Guys. Guys. You would NEVER guess. 

OKAY first off let me back up a little.

Texas.

Okay, you’re here with me now, right? Texas. I’ve accidentally sat on prickly pears so many times (pro-tip: don’t do this) I have a method for dealing with it.

The Carmine dye is from Cochineal insects. They are a type of scale insects, which is a weird plant-parasitic insect that essentially becomes immobile in adulthood and fuses itself with the plant (???). They’re like aphids, except more stealth and harder to deal with. Because of their Lifestyle Choices, they tend to be very host-specific, so they can only live on one type of plant. And there is a cochineal insect who is quite fond of… guess?

Oh right, yeah they also look like a bad case of the dandruffs. These bugs are also known as “waxy scales” (or something? I don’t know, it’s late and I don’t feel like doing a google), because that white stuff is a waxy substance they secrete for protection, similar to planthoppers they are related to.

Remember how I said they’re like aphids? They are very much like aphids, and yes, there are specific types of lady beetles who will eat cochineal bugs. They tend to be a bit smaller. 

This is where that red dye becomes noteworthy. Whenever you see another insect eating one of these guys, it’s like the sequel to There Will Be Blood or something.

Above: Brown Lacewing Enjoys a Refreshing Beverage with No Artificial Colors

December 2, 2018

The Secret to That Bright-Red Drink? Little Bugs

the-real-seebs:

glumshoe:

glumshoe:

It has been drilled into me that asking personal questions about potentially sensitive topics is rude, so I almost never inquire about them unless they are explicitly volunteered and just live in suppressed curiosity until someone opens up to me or I piece it together from clues. Or I die, I guess.

Which means I have… a lot of friends whose important details I just don’t fucking know. You could show up at my house one day with an alligator head and I just wouldn’t bring it up in case you were uncomfortable talking about it.

A lot of the time people will be like, “Oh, why does your friend need x accommodation?”

Fuck, I don’t know. They just do. Maybe a witch cursed them, maybe they’re half Vulcan and it reacts badly with their copper-based blood, maybe their parents were eaten by the M&M mascot… all I know is they can’t have blue candy. I have theories as to why, but unless they tell me directly or invite me to ask, I’m not going to pry. If they feel it is necessary for me to know, they will tell me.

That said, I’m pretty good at putting two and two together, so there have been many occasions where a friend will make a big confession to me and I… I definitely figured that out already but didn’t want to bring it up.

i know at least a dozen people whose genders i am honestly not sure about.