Sachez que l'image des joueurs qui prient ensemble peu importe leurs maillots c'était pour me tuer tellement c'est un beau geste d'amour, de respect et d'unité. Avec le ballon au milieu en +
My 13-year-old niece stopped going to basketball practice because one of the coaches kept offering to drive her home alone. Her mother thought she was being dramatic.
“He’s been coaching kids for years,” she said. “Why would he suddenly be a problem?”
My niece refused to explain. Then one Saturday, I picked her up from practice myself. The coach walked over to my car.
“You’re not her mom.”
“I’m her aunt.”
He smiled. “I usually take her home when her mom is busy.”
I looked at my niece. She immediately said, “No, you don’t.”
Before #FIFA start pumping the propaganda tonight and telling us all how amazing this #WorldCup has been, let’s remember they oversaw:
- highest ticket prices ever and took a cut from resale sites.
- did nothing about Somalian referee and dozens of staff who were banned from entering the US for no legitimate reason.
- stood by as Iran were forced to train outside the US and travel in on match days.
- overturned red cards after phone calls with the president.
- Americanised the beautiful game with hydration (TV) breaks and 25 mins half time in the final
- guided Argentina through the tournament with less travel, VAR support and blatantly turning a blind due to their aggression and foul play.
Le respect entre la France et l’Angleterre comme quoi on peut être des pays "rivaux" historique sans être des fils de pute comme les argentins ou paraguayens #FRAANG
when someone tries to tell me abt wattpad, but i was on it before there was a premium option, it had no ads, authors posted new chapters at 3am, the comment section was easily pushing 100+ under an hr, mafia troupes were taking over rankings, & 1D was buying me every other story
A 17-year-old in Iowa boiled beets in her chemistry class and turned them into stitches that change color when your wound gets infected. Her name is Dasia Taylor. It started as a science fair project.
She wanted a low-tech version of the "smart stitches" Tufts researchers built in 2016. Those used thread wired up with sensors and a tiny chip that pinged your phone if something went wrong. Cool, but useless without a phone or a hospital that can afford it.
Her version doesn't need any of that. Healthy skin is slightly acidic, like lemon juice but much milder. When bacteria grow in a wound, the chemistry flips and turns more like soap or baking soda.
Beet juice has a quirk. The same red pigment that stains your fingers when you cook it shifts color based on what it touches. Bright red on healthy skin. Dark purple on infected skin. The switch lines up with infection almost exactly.
She tested ten threads before finding a cotton-polyester blend that soaked up the dye and changed color within five minutes. That was the prototype.
Around 1 in 40 American surgeries end in an infection at the cut, costing hospitals more than $3 billion a year. In poorer countries the rate is closer to 1 in 9. In parts of Africa it's 1 in 6. In some Ethiopian hospitals, up to a quarter of surgery patients leave with an infection.
The whole game is catching it early. Spot it in time and antibiotics handle it. Miss the window and the patient is back on the operating table.
Dasia filed a patent in 2021 and started a medical device company called VariegateHealth in 2022. The stitches haven't been tested on real patients yet. New medical device patents can take a decade. She's also looking into a side benefit: the beet pigment kills bugs like E. coli and Klebsiella in lab tests.
Smart stitches need a phone to read them. Hers just need eyes.
Les femmes donnent + leurs organes tandis que les hommes sont plus nombreux à les recevoir ! En 62% des donneurs sont des femmes et 73% des receveurs sont des hommes.
My coworker used to take the long way home every night. Two extra bus stops, more walking, more money, more time. One day I asked her why she didn’t just take the shortcut alley behind our building.
She laughed and said, “Oh, because a guy followed me there once and told me he could ‘do whatever he wanted’ and no one would hear me scream.”
So now, every night, she calls a male friend and pretends she’s on the phone with her “boyfriend.” Sometimes she even laughs loudly and says things like, “Yeah, I’ll see you in five minutes, babe,” even when she’s completely alone.
Not because she wants attention.
Not because she’s dramatic.
Because sounding “taken” and “protected” is safer than sounding like a woman by herself.
Men cannot even begin to understand the calculations women make every day just to get home alive.