A 12-year-old boy was swimming in a few feet of water off Alaska when an orca shot straight at him at full speed. It bumped his shoulder, then folded its body in half, turned, and swam back out to sea. The boy was unharmed. The researcher who described it said the orca realized at the last second that he was not food.
Wild orcas have killed zero humans in all the years people have kept records. Not one person, in any ocean, ever. The same animal, kept in a marine park tank, has killed four people.
They could if they wanted to. An orca can kill a blue whale, the biggest animal that has ever lived. Off South Africa, pods flip great white sharks upside down, hold them still until they stop moving, and eat the liver. The sharks leave those waters and stay away for up to a year.
What an orca will eat comes down to one thing: what its family taught it to hunt as a baby. Scientists have found at least ten different kinds of orca around the world, and each kind eats only a short list of foods. Some hunt only salmon. Some hunt only seals. One group near Antarctica eats just one kind of fish. A salmon-eating pod will swim right past a seal, because no one ever taught them to catch seals.
Baby orcas learn the family diet from their mothers and grandmothers, the same way you learned which things in your kitchen are food. This gets passed down for generations and almost never changes. Different kinds share the same water, ignore each other, and don't even breed with each other. Humans were never on a single one of those lists. We are just not something an orca's mother ever taught it to eat.
There is one exception on record. In 1972, a surfer off California was bitten hard enough to need more than 100 stitches. He was in a black wetsuit with sea lions swimming nearby. The orca let go the moment it realized its mistake and left.
And wild orcas do more than leave us alone. In a 2025 study, scientists recorded 34 separate times, over 20 years and in oceans all over the world, when wild orcas swam up to people and offered them food. Fish, birds, pieces of seal, a whole stingray, once a sea turtle. Each time, the orca dropped its catch next to the person and waited to see what they would do.
This is horrifying, upsetting, disgusting, and misogynistic on EVERY level. This isn't protecting her from anything except just caging her. I can't fathom the fact that religious people think it's normal and acceptable.
for some reason, supergirl is being held to a higher standard than most movies. it's not going to be remembered among the greatest comic book movies, but it's a solid and enjoyable film, and milly alcock and eve ridley both give captivating performances.
I saw “Supergirl” in IMAX. It wasn’t a “superhero movie” about saving the Earth through self-sacrifice as “justice” confronts “evil.” It was a coming-of-age story about saving oneself, Kara, as she struggles with her own trauma. Structurally, it feels less like “Mad Max: Fury Road” (2015), where everyone is driven purely by survival instinct beyond notions of good and evil, and more like The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (1966), where heroes, villains, and scoundrels all converge.
ontem no terreiro eu tava doida louca empolgadíssima pra falar com seu zé e ele bem lançou "você vai ser a última". fiquei mal. e ele realmente falou com TODO MUNDO antes de falar comigo, mas todo mundo mesmo, a gira durando horas, ele fazendo tudo que você puder imaginar menos vindo falar comigo e eu tinha ido pensando justamente em falar com ele. e ele passando de pessoa em pessoa e rindo da minha cara toda vez que passava por mim e dizendo coisas tipo "espera mais um pouco", "não vou esquecer você não", às vezes ele passava por mim e fingia susto como se eu fosse assombração, fiquei me sentindo pior que o chaves naquele episódio que todo mundo chama ele de ladrão. pois bem, depois de quase 4 horas de gira ele finalmente veio falar comigo e explicou que me deixou por último porque eu sou uma filha da puta que faz muita pergunta e pra ele dar conta de mim só se resolvesse os problemas de todo mundo antes. no final das contas ele só queria poder me dar a atenção que eu precisava e me ouvir sem pressa sem que pra isso precisasse negligenciar ninguém. eu brinquei dizendo que ele é o único homem no mundo que me faz de otária ❤️
mas como eu não sou tão otária assim também decidi fazer as palavras dele se concretizarem né então botei ele pra trabalhar mesmo, pois me ensinou a jogar dados, me contou a história dele, me ensinou coisas sobre minha malandra, explicou uma dúzia de fundamento e eu fazendo nota, me ensinou umas macumbas aí, revelou aquilo que eu sentia que tava faltando no padê que vou fazer pra minha pombagira, respondeu todas as perguntas que eu já me fiz em toda história da minha vida, me disse até o preço do medo abundante de todas as verdades e só conseguiu escapar de mim lá pra sabe-se lá quanto depois de meia noite (a gira já estava durando há umas 5 horas). no final eu estava sorrindo após ser nutrida de muito conhecimento e atenção e ele é quem estava cansado miserável não-verbal. te amo seu zé