y’all have no respect for the ppl who make your life easier. the person making your morning coffee deserves a livable wage. the person stocking the groceries you buy deserves a livable wage. the person cleaning the restrooms in the office you work at deserves a livable wage.
we live on a planet where trees warn each other of danger through a fungal network. Where octopuses dream.
Where elephants return to the bones of the deceased and stand over them in silence. Where bees use dance to communicate where to fly and where the flower is.
Where crows remember the faces of people who were cruel to them and pass this memory to their children.
Where ants build cities. Where cats purr at a frequency that accelerates the healing of bones.
Where, after a forest fire, the first thing the earth does is grow flowers.
Stop using ChatGPT. Consult a local grandma…text your friend gc w/ a weird name…type ur problems into Reddit dot com…go to the library…pay a psychic…the ancient sources of wisdom…
In 1935, two American doctors examined seven women's ovaries and saw small lumps. They called them cysts and named the disease after them. They were wrong. It took 91 years to fix.
What we called PCOS is now Polyendocrine Metabolic Ovarian Syndrome (PMOS), announced today in The Lancet by an international panel of doctors and patients. The renaming followed more than a decade of consensus work and 22,000 patient and clinician survey responses.
The lumps Stein and Leventhal saw were never cysts. Modern imaging shows they were follicles, the tiny sacs inside the ovary that grow and release an egg each month, frozen partway through by a hormonal imbalance. PMOS is a multi-system disorder centered in the endocrine system, the body's network of glands that produces hormones like insulin (controls blood sugar), cortisol (the stress hormone), and thyroid hormones (set the body's metabolism). The ovary trouble flows downstream from there.
The naming choice is not academic. When doctors hear "ovary" in a diagnosis, they look at the ovary. "Metabolic" and "endocrine" send them to the whole body.
PMOS affects roughly 1 in 8 women worldwide, more than 170 million people. The WHO estimates 70% have never been diagnosed. Among those who do, 1 in 3 wait more than 2 years, and nearly half see 3 or more doctors first. The CDC reports more than half of women with PMOS develop type 2 diabetes by age 40, a risk 5 to 10 times higher than women without the condition. Around 37% have clinically significant depression, compared with 14% in women without it. Anxiety runs at 42% versus 8.5%.
A label born from a 1935 look at seven ovaries is finally going away. The new diagnostic guidelines roll out fully in 2028. By then, a woman walking into a clinic with these symptoms should hear questions about her blood sugar and her mood alongside her cycle. Those are the parts of the disease the old name hid for 91 years.
I don’t want a city on Mars. I don’t want AI in every app. I don’t want data centres in space. I don’t want humanoids or flying cars. I want clean water. I want a stable climate. I want bees to survive. And a habitable planet.
Above 40 degree is the temperature at 9:30 am already.
All credit to our illiterate politicians for cutting down trees for their crony friends, running smear campaigns against climate change activists and constantly living in denial
absolutely inhospitable conditions. my heart goes out for those who do not have the safety of a roof/ access to cool drinking water and other facilities
Seatbelts aren't designed for breasts.
Real blood wasn't used for period product testing until like 2023.
Female crash dummies weren't regularly used in crash tests until 2022.
Women are 30% more likely to die if her surgeon is a man.
Endometriosis affects 1 in 9 women yet it takes 10 years to diagnose and there's more research done on male pattern baldness than endo.
And endo studies consist of how attractive endo patients are to males.
It is so weird to me that every single time women say, calmly, factually, sometimes even tiredly, “India is not safe for women” a particular Indian man performs a fascinating cognitive backflip.
He doesn’t hear unsafe. He hears insult.
To the nation.
To his ego.
To his WhatsApp forward degree in patriotism.
So he responds with breathtaking strategic brilliance.
“Then leave.”
“Indian women hate India.”
Yes. That must be it. Women are paying three times the rent, planning their lives around curfews they didn’t set, avoiding entire pin codes like they’re radioactive, because they secretly despise the tricolour.
Meanwhile, men can live anywhere. Walk anywhere. Exist anywhere. And still ask, genuinely baffled “where is the problem?”
Here’s the part that really seems to short-circuit them, that bad men do not listen to women. Ever. They listen to other men. To social consequences. To loss of reputation. To the threat of being named, fired, excluded, and made uncomfortable in the same society they currently move through untouched.
But that would require men to hold men accountable. Which is apparently too much to ask. Easier to tell women to leave the country than tell a friend to stop being a creep.
So women adapt. They pay more. They shrink their lives. They trade freedom for safety. And then get told they’re exaggerating, imagining things, or being anti-national.
Criticism sounds like hatred, striving for safe survival becomes complaining, and reality becomes bad PR for the country and its problematic men and all other men apparently.
Don’t for a second believe that is patriotism. That’s the emotional maturity of someone who thinks pointing out a crack in the wall means you want the house to burn.
Women aren’t asking to leave. We’re asking to live. As freely as men do.
And the real madness is that half the population is rearranging their entire existence to avoid harm, while the other half is offended by the tone in which the actual very real harm is being pointed out.
If that realisation hurts, good. That’s what accountability feels like when you’re not used to carrying it. And if you don’t want those men to represent you or India, feel free to change the narrative instead of losing the plot and subjecting women to more rubbish word salads.
There has to be something deeply wrong when a country has 10 minute delivery times for non-essential consumer goods but takes years and years to deliver justice to aggrieved citizens, or does not have a public emergency medical services worth the name.
“All men benefit from the actions of violent men. It keeps women in check. It allows men to perform the barest minimum and still feel good about themselves. The existence of violent men grants ‘good’ men awards for basic decency”.
Anyone who has traveled in local trains has seen women chop vegetables which they will cook once they reach home after a long day. Most of them woke up at dawn, packed everyone’s tiffin, commuted in harsh conditions to work a thankless job to support their families. Meanwhile, the housewives also get bashed as gold diggers and free loaders. You people just don’t like women and that’s why we need feminism.
Charlie Kirk was an unrepentant racist, transphobe, homophobe, and misogynist who often wrapped his bigotry in Bible verses because there was no other way to pretend that it was morally correct.
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WHAT CAN MEN DO TO HELP
I have been struggling to find words about the heinous and tragic crime of sexual violence and murder of a young doctor in Kolkata, and have only been amplifying stories of women & medical professionals so far.
But looking at the comments in so many posts of women, I’ve been horrified & disturbed.. but sadly not surprised. Hundreds of men have, as usual, chosen to respond with ‘Not all men’, ‘Men get raped too’, ‘Fake feminism’, ‘Victim card’, ‘Attention seeker’ and so on.
They are going to attack this post too, and I’m not sure if there’s any easy way to fight that mindset, so this post is aimed at the other men: who are feeling deeply uncomfortable today, and aren’t sure what men can do to help. As it turns out: we can do EVERYTHING.
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