Advise low‑risk multiparous [and nulliparous with additional explanation] women that planning to give birth at home or in a midwifery‑led unit (freestanding or alongside) is particularly suitable for them because the rate of interventions is lower and the outcome for the baby is no different compared with an obstetric unit.
ovce.sk – projekt, na ktorom sa podieľala moja sesternica, sa zameriava na bezpečnosť detí a mládeže, najmä na riziká internetu, mobilov a nových technológií. Pre nižšiu vekovú kategóriu detí projekt pôsobí ako prevencia, mládeži vtipne nastavuje zrkadlo ich nevhodného správania sa a dospelých chce projekt poučiť. Okrem iného sú jeho súčasťou takéto kratučké rozprávky:
…the Linux philosophy is “laugh in the face of danger”. Oops. Wrong one. “Do it yourself”. That’s it.
Really, I’m not out to destroy Microsoft. That will just be a completely unintentional side effect.
Theory and practice sometimes clash. And when that happens, theory loses. Every single time.
Software is like sex; it’s better when it’s free.
This conversation is how, after five months of marriage, eight months of being engaged, and another year of whatever the hell we were doing before we got engaged, I realized I don’t trust my wife.
When the concept of trust is brought up, it’s usually framed in the context of actions; of what we think a person is capable of doing. If you trust someone, it means you trust them not to cheat. Or steal. Or lie. Or smother you in your sleep. By this measure, I definitely trust my wife. I trust the shit out of her. I also trust her opinions about important things. I trusted that she’d make a great wife, and a trust that she’ll be a great mother. And I trust that her manicotti won’t kill me.
But you know what I don’t really trust? What I’ve never actually trusted with any women I’ve been with? Her feelings.
If she approaches me pissed about something, my first reaction is “What’s wrong?”
My typical second reaction? Before she even gets the opportunity to tell me what’s wrong? “She’s probably overreacting.”
My typical third reaction? After she expresses what’s wrong? “Ok. I hear what you’re saying, and I’ll help. But whatever you’re upset about probably really isn’t that serious.”
I’m both smart and sane, so I don’t actually say any of this aloud. But I am often thinking it. Until she convinces me otherwise, I assume that her emotional reaction to a situation is disproportionate to my opinion of what level of emotional reaction the situation calls for. Basically, if she’s on eight, I assume the situation is really a six.
Mayim Bialik, ktorá mimochodom aj v skutočnom živote má PhD v neuroscience, hrá Amy v seriáli Big Bang Theory. Tu je s ňou jedno fajn interview a komentár k tomu, že počas jazdy v newyorskom metre kojila syna, ktorý už nie je úplne malé bábätko:
What I like to point out is that was the best way for that subway ride to be pleasant for everyone.
Fahrenheit 451 is a novel about a dystopian future where books are outlawed and firemen burn any house that contains them. The story is about suppressing ideas, and about how television destroys interest in reading literature. I wanted to spread the book-burning message to the book itself. The book’s spine is screen-printed with a matchbook striking paper surface, so the book itself can be burned.
Program allows people to play chess against younger versions of world champion Magnus Carlsen… The aim is to promote chess among as many people as possible to make the sport more popular and accessible. “The good thing is that you can play me at any age. At age five, anyone has a chance to beat me,” Mr Carlsen said.
So what is it like for Mr Carlsen to play against his younger self? “He is really tricky,” the champion said. “Even Magnus at 11 years old was a very gifted tactician. A while ago I played as a test Magnus [aged] 14. I outplayed him at some point positionally. And just boom, boom, he tricked me tactically. “But he makes mistakes as well, so I just have to be patient.”
We enter the meditative state induced by counting laps, and observe the subtle play of light as the sun moves across the lanes. We sing songs, or make to-do lists, or fantasize about what we’re going to eat for breakfast. Submersion creates the space to be free, to stretch, without having to contend with constant external chatter. It creates internal quiet, too.
Ak je to príliš rýchle, tu sú slová (zvýraznenie moje):
I thought it was ok
I could understand their reasons
They said ‘There might be a man or a nervous child seeing’
this small piece of flesh that they weren’t quite expecting
so I whispered and tiptoed with nervous discretion.
But after six months of her life sat sitting on lids
Sipping on her milk nostrils sniffing up piss
Trying not to bang her head on toilet roll dispensers
I wonder whether these public loo feeds offend her?
Cos I’m getting tired of discretion and being ‘polite’ as my baby’s first sips are drowned drenched in shite,
I spent the first feeding months of her beautiful life
Feeling nervous and awkward and wanting everything right.
Surrounded by family until I stepped out the house
It took me eight weeks to get the confidence to go into town
Now the comments around me cut like a knife
As I rush into toilet cubicles feeling nothing like nice.
Because I’m giving her milk that’s not in a bottle
Wishing the cocaine generation white powder would topple
I see pyramid sales pitches across our green globe
and female breasts banned. Unless they’re out just for show.
And the more I go out, the more I can’t stand it,
I walk into town feel I’m surrounded by bandits
Cos in this country of billboards covered in ‘tits’
and family newsagents’ magazines full of it
Whsmith top shelves out for men – Why don’t you complain about them then? In this country of billboards covered in ‘tits’ and family newsagents magazines full of it Whsmith top shelves out for men, I’m getting embarrassed In case a small flash of flesh might offend. And I’m mot trying to ‘parade’ this, I don’t want to make a show But when I’m told I’d be better just staying at home And when another friend I know is thrown off a bus And another woman told to get out the pub Even my grandma said maybe I was ‘sexing it up’. And I’m sure the milk makers love all this fuss All the cussing and worry and looks of disgust As another mother turns from nipples to powder Ashamed or embarrassed by comments around her and
As I hold her head up and pull my cardy across and she sips on the liquor made by everyones God, I think
For God sake, Jesus drank it
So did Sidhartha, Muhammed and Moses and both of their fathers
Ganesh and Shiva and Brighid and Buddha and I’m sure they weren’t doing it sniffing up piss as their mothers sat embarassed on cold toilet lids
In a country of billboards covered in ‘tits’
In a country of low cut tops cleavage and skin
In a country of cloth bags and recycling bins and as I desperately try to take all of it in,
I hold her head up
I can’t get my head round
The anger towards us and not to the sounds
of lorries offloading formula milk
into countries where water runs dripping in filth
In towns where breasts are oasis of life
now dried up in two for one offers, enticed by labels and logos and gold standard rights
claiming ‘breastmilk is healthier powdered and white’
packaged and branded and sold at a price so that nothing is free in this money fuelled life.
Which is fine
If you need it or prefer and can afford to use bottles, where water is clean and bacteria boiled,
but in towns where they drown in pollution and sewage
bottled kids die and they knew that they’d do it
In families where pennies are savoured like sweets
We’re now paying for one thing that’s always been free
In villages empty of hospital beds
babies die, diarrhoea fuelled that breastmilk would end
So no more will I sit on these cold toilet lids
No matter how embarrassed I feel as she sips
Cos in this country of billboards covered in ‘tits’
I think I should try to get used to this.
Aj som sa tento týždeň chystala niečo napísať o profesorke, ktorá kojila na prednáške, ale natrafila som na tento výborný článok (aj obrázok je odtiaľ), ktorý zahŕňa nielen moje komentáre ale aj postrehy, ktoré ma nenapadli, tak vám ponúkam rovno ten.
In short, it seems to me that Pine did absolutely everything she could reasonably do to prevent the baby from interfering with her class. To ask more of her than that is unreasonable. What we should do, instead, is realize that it’s not a big deal to have to be in the same room as a baby once in a while. It might not be ideal. If the baby screams or cries, that’s annoying. But we’re grown-ups (or at least, we’re college students learning to become grown-ups). We should be able to deal with it graciously and then forget about it. That’s what life is like in a society in which women – even mothers with babies — are equal members of society. That’s what life is like in a society which accepts that babies are part of life.
Male Scientist Balancing Act – začala som čítať s nádejou, ale tá sa rozplynula hneď pri prvom odstavci… Idú zisťovať, ako ženy v akadémii hľadajú rovnováhu medzi kariérou a rodinou. Ako? Opýtajú sa mužov.
The twenty-three-year-old is the highest ranked weightlifter in the country, beat out every female and male American at the world championships last year, and can lift more than 568 pounds–which is apparently equivalent to one large adult male lion. And yet Robles scraps by on $400 a month from U.S.A. Weightlifting and donations from friends because she doesn’t the kind of body that secures lucrative endorsement deals.
We found that employed husbands in traditional marriages, compared to those in modern marriages, tend to (a) view the presence of women in the workplace unfavorably, (b) perceive that organizations with higher numbers of female employees are operating less smoothly, (c) find organizations with female leaders as relatively unattractive, and (d) deny, more frequently, qualified female employees opportunities for promotion.
I’m not condoning rape, obviously—you should never rape anyone. Unless you have a reason, like if you want to fuck somebody and they won’t let you.
Dobre, možno si to nerobí srandu z obete ale spoločnosti, ktorá takéto správanie dostatočne neodsudzuje… ale aj tak mám nepríjemný pocit z toho, že sú muži, ktorí sa nebudú smiať z tohto dôvodu ale preto, že sa viac či menej v takejto situácii ocitli…
Nielenže nestíham písať, čo sa mi preháňa hlavou, nestíham ani len čítať, čo mám naškrečkované v bookmarks. Toto som mala odložené ešte od februára a natrafila som na to pri dnešnom upratovaní: Milý Oskar, aj ženy majú príbehy
In the highlights of [great] movies from the past few decades, there wasn’t a single clip of a woman doing something that related to her children, her friends, her work or her contribution to the world. There wasn’t a single clip of a woman leading, making a choice, making a decision or showing agency. There wasn’t even a single clip of a woman experiencing a moment of meaning or joy.
There wasn’t a single clip of a woman that didn’t have to do with either her romance with a man or with her getting attacked.
Here are the four things we hear from the women in the montage:
We’re getting married in five hours! (Yelling angrily at fiance).
Woman screaming in fear in shower
Yes!…Yes!…Ohhhhh! (Meg Ryan faking her orgasm).
I’ll have what she’s having. (Response to Meg Ryan’s fake orgasm).
Pozorovali Higgsov bozón, ktorý teoretický fyzik Peter Higgs predpovedal pred skoro 50timi rokmi. Alebo presnejšie povedané – časticu, ktorá by ním mohla byť.
(somewhat related: Môj otec bol včera na svadbe a po obrade čakali svadobčania pred reštauráciou, kedy dorazí nevesta, aby sa mohlo ísť dnu. Chvíľu to trvalo a keď potom zisťovali, že prečo, vysvitlo, že medzitým stíhala nakojiť svoju ročnú dcérku.)
Even children are busy now, scheduled down to the half-hour with classes and extracurricular activities. They come home at the end of the day as tired as grown-ups. I was a member of the latchkey generation and had three hours of totally unstructured, largely unsupervised time every afternoon, time I used to do everything from surfing the World Book Encyclopedia to making animated films to getting together with friends in the woods to chuck dirt clods directly into one another’s eyes, all of which provided me with important skills and insights that remain valuable to this day. Those free hours became the model for how I wanted to live the rest of my life.
When Arunachalam Muruganantham spotted his wife gathering dirty rags in their home one day he asked her what they were for. If he was shocked by her reluctant response – that she was using them for her monthly period – he was even more taken back by her reply when he asked why she was not buying sanitary napkins in the shop. “If I buy sanitary napkins,” she had told him. “It means I cannot afford to buy milk for the family.”
a toto tiež nie – jazda na koni je jeden z mála športov, kde muži a ženy súťažia spolu a nie v oddelených kategóriách, ale zjavne aj tam sa treba postarať, aby sa nezabudlo na všetky stereotypy, ktoré sa dajú aplikovať. Keby išlo o muža, jeho úspech by bol pripisovaný talentu a tvrdej práci. Ide o ženu, takže je zjavne dôležité, ako vyzerá (nahá na koni), ako senzuálne sa vie ku koňovi pritisnúť. A ako ten obrázok pôsobí v kombinácii s prvou vetou. Nemám nič proti nahote ako takej, ale vadí mi, keď sú ženy brané ako objekty.
The figure above is really telling a story. What it says is this. If a language has just two color terms, they will be a light and a dark shade – blacks and whites. Add a third color, and it’s going to be red. Add another, and it will be either green or yellow – you need five colors to have both. And when you get to six colors, the green splits into two, and you now have a blue. What we’re seeing here is a deeply trodden road that most languages seem to follow