Handwritten evidence -
Remember when neat, legible writing was a prized skill? In a time before the digital age, when employees were valued for flowing script? Now employees can go weeks without scribbling anything more than a number on a Post-it note. But that doesn’t mean your scrawl doesn’t matter anymore - writing analysis is an increasingly popular way to screen job applicants.
A swell in the popularity of handwriting analysis, or graphology, in overseas European recruitment could see the trend catch on with UK companies. French employers in particular favour the method, with some 75% using graphology as part of their recruitment process.
"When used correctly, graphology can give a good indication of a person’s personality structure, their abilities, ability to grow and develop, and perhaps most importantly, their integrity" says graphologist Margaret White, who uses her skills to assess job applicants for recruiters.
Yo if you have dysgraphia this is fucking scary.
It’s already hard enough having potential employers hand back applications and paperwork asking why I wrote my name in print rather than providing a cursive signature without the possibility of them judging my integrity, employability, and work ethic based on their opinion of how my handwriting looks as a standard and deliberate part of the evaluation process.
This garbage is scarcely removed from palm reading.
tfw nintendo completely ignores mothers 25th anniversary
A List of “Men’s Rights” Issues That Feminism Is Already Working On
Feminists do not want you to lose custody of your children. The assumption that women are naturally better caregivers is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not like commercials in which bumbling dads mess up the laundry and competent wives have to bustle in and fix it. The assumption that women are naturally better housekeepers is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want you to have to make alimony payments. Alimony is set up to combat the fact that women have been historically expected to prioritize domestic duties over professional goals, thus minimizing their earning potential if their “traditional” marriages end. The assumption that wives should make babies instead of money is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want anyone to get raped in prison. Permissiveness and jokes about prison rape are part of rape culture, which is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want anyone to be falsely accused of rape. False rape accusations discredit rape victims, which reinforces rape culture, which is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want you to be lonely and we do not hate “nice guys.” The idea that certain people are inherently more valuable than other people because of superficial physical attributes is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want you to have to pay for dinner. We want the opportunity to achieve financial success on par with men in any field we choose (and are qualified for), and the fact that we currently don’t is part of patriarchy. The idea that men should coddle and provide for women, and/or purchase their affections in romantic contexts, is condescending and damaging and part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want you to be maimed or killed in industrial accidents, or toil in coal mines while we do cushy secretarial work and various yarn-themed activities. The fact that women have long been shut out of dangerous industrial jobs (by men, by the way) is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want you to commit suicide. Any pressures and expectations that lower the quality of life of any gender are part of patriarchy. The fact that depression is characterized as an effeminate weakness, making men less likely to seek treatment, is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want you to be viewed with suspicion when you take your child to the park (men frequently insist that this is a serious issue, so I will take them at their word). The assumption that men are insatiable sexual animals, combined with the idea that it’s unnatural for men to care for children, is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want you to be drafted and then die in a war while we stay home and iron stuff. The idea that women are too weak to fight or too delicate to function in a military setting is part of patriarchy.
Feminists do not want women to escape prosecution on legitimate domestic violence charges, nor do we want men to be ridiculed for being raped or abused. The idea that women are naturally gentle and compliant and that victimhood is inherently feminine is part of patriarchy.
Feminists hate patriarchy. We do not hate you.
If you really care about those issues as passionately as you say you do, you should be thanking feminists, because feminism is a social movement actively dedicated to dismantling every single one of them. The fact that you blame feminists—your allies—for problems against which they have been struggling for decades suggests that supporting men isn’t nearly as important to you as resenting women. We care about your problems a lot. Could you try caring about ours? —
Excerpt from If I Admit That Hating Men is a Thing, Will You Stop Turning it Into a Self-fulfilling Prophecy?, by Lindy West (via lilac-time)
fucking THANK YOU
this is a BIG thing that men don’t get about feminism and patriarchy.
I’ve reblogged this before but it bears repeating
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MACY*S at Westfield South Shore by The Caldor Rainbow on Flickr.
You know, I always intended to take a photo of this absurdly outdated Macy’s i’d drive by on the highway, but never got around to stopping to do so before it got remodeled.
I have no idea how this early 1960’s signage manage to last to the 2010’s, but luckily someone else was obsessed enough to grab a photo of it before they tore it down.
Kentucky Fried Chicken; Newburgh, NY by The Caldor Rainbow on Flickr.
Holy crap! It actually says “Kentucky Fried Chicken” on it! They’d never let that fly nowadays!
This has gotta be from the 80’s how’d this slip through the corporate cracks!
(god im so dorky)
You know, that last post of mine makes me feel kind of sad, because I went to a Toys R Us a few days ago.
All I wanted was a Nintendo eShop card.
I couldn’t find one. I’m sure they had them, they just weren’t sensibly placed enough for someone who came SPECIFICALLY for that thing to be able to find them.
I even said “okay, i’ll wander around the video game section for 30 more seconds and unless an employee asks me if I need help, I’m leaving.”
I ended up leaving empty handed.
I went to the Best Buy that was on the other end of the strip mall and left with exactly what I wanted in under 2 minutes, and mind you this was a Best Buy I had never even been inside before and I was still able to get what I wanted THAT fast.
The Caldor Rainbow
This site is so obsessive and stupid and nostalgic that I have absolutely no choice but to hold it close and nuzzle it gently.
I’m only enough to remember when these Toys R Us stores were being revamped into the early 90’s version.
It’s absolutely incredible and awesome that above and beyond 20 years later some of these 70’s style stores slipped through the cracks are are still in such pristine condition.
This is stupid but somehow part of me wants to cry.
I warned you
Abduction Malfunction by Keetah-Spacecat
Nothing like waking up on board a spaceship to find that you’ve been turned into an alien, huh?
Luckily the aliens were actually friendly and simply wanted to play video games with me. The transformation was just a harmless and temporary side effect of the radiation from the ship’s engines.
Keetah did this incredible painting for me nearly a year ago and today it occurred to me that I never posted it here on Tumblr.
I especially love the little helper robots trying to figure out what to do with my sock! This was a super fun painting! Thanks Keetah!
Padarn, Snowdon Mountain Railway by Conlaoch MacCaithmhaoil (Blaidd-yr-Ogov/Svartøyul on Flickr.
untitled on Flickr.
This book came out WAAY before you were born. it’s called The Giver. — Someone no more than a year or two older than me who thinks I’m WAAY younger than him just because he’s my manager.