i feel like the sheer egotism of butch hartman is a rly good example of… mediocre white men really do only become successful b/c they feel like they deserve it
fairy odd parents + danny phantom were solid shows but we gotta remember that they are not solely butch’s creations; they had entire teams devoted to them & without the many talented and creative people building off of his initial pitches, neither show would have been nearly as successful as they were, and certainly doesn’t warrant butch claiming to have “created [our] childhood”
what rly drives this point home is looking at how… straight up mediocre most of his current art is, like. maybe it simply didn’t take as much to get accepted into calarts in the 80s as it is now (which is very likely – look at how gymnastics have gotten more and more complicated & difficult over the years for a related comparison) but i know off the top of my head at least a dozen or more of my friends who doubt their skills and feel like they’ll never be successful, yet are INFINITELY better artists and creative minds than butch hartman could ever hope to be
so many of us let ourselves be stopped from pushing our ideas or careers b/c we think we aren’t good enough, but if butch hartman thinks he’s good enough to think he can get away with swindling 1.2k people out of $268k to funnel into his christian youth indoctrination scam then hell if i’m gonna keep letting my insecurities convince me i’m worse than that
Honestly something that bothers me more than most things is having my compassion mistaken for naivety.
I know that another fish might eat this bullfrog right after I spend months rehabilitating it.
I know that turning a beetle back onto its legs won’t save it from falling over again when I walk away.
I know that there is no cosmic reward waiting for my soul based on how many worms I pick off a hot sidewalk to put into the mud, or how many times I’ve helped a a raccoon climb out of a too-deep trashcan.
I know things suffer, and things struggle, and things die uselessly all day long. I’m young and idealistic, but I’m not literally a child. I would never judge another person for walking by an injured bird, for ignoring a worm, or for not really caring about the fate of a frog in a pond full of, y’know, plenty of other frogs.
There is nothing wrong with that.
But I cannot cannot cannot look at something struggling and ignore it if I may have the power to help.
There is so much bad stuff in this world so far beyond my control, that I take comfort in the smallest, most thankless tasks. It’s a relief to say “I can help you in this moment,” even though they don’t understand.
I don’t need a devil’s advocate to tell me another fish probably ate that frog when I let it go, or that the raccoon probably ended up trapped in another dumpster the next night.
I know!!!! I know!!!!!!! But today I had the power to help! So I did! And it made me happy!
So just leave me alone alright thank u!!!!
THIS.
I heard a story about this, a parable I guess.
There was a big storm and a ton of starfish were washed onto the beach, stranded much further up than they could get back and beginning to bake in the post-storm sunshine. A little girl was walking down the beach, picking up starfish and throwing them back into the sea. Some guy comes up and asks her what she’s doing. “Saving the starfish,” she says.
He looks around at the huge beach and the hundreds of starfish, and says “You can’t possibly save them all. I’m afraid you’re not gonna make much of a difference.”
She throws another starfish back into the ocean, and replies “It made a difference to that one.”
Yeah, I mean, we know we can’t change all the things. But have you ever noticed how much better life is when you’re around people who change things when they can?
Kindness is a choice. Even if it’s small, it’s worth it.
This is what I’m talking about, when I say that kindness and compassion do not equate with ignorance, stupidity, or naivety. Being cynical does not make someone more intelligent or more worldly.
Kindness is not weakness.
Kindness is brave. Especially when you also know that your kindness might not be returned, may even be met with anger or cruelty. It’s reaching out with an open hand, knowing that it’s just as likely to be bitten as it is to be held.
Kindness is hard. If you can’t find it in yourself to be kind, then fine. But don’t make it more difficult for those that can.
This adorable little robot is designed to make sure its photosynthesising passenger is well taken care of. It moves towards brighter light if it needs, or hides in the shade to keep cool. When in the light, it rotates to make sure the plant gets plenty of light. It even likes to play with humans.
Oh, and apparently, it gets antsy when it’s thirsty.
The robot is actually an art project called “Sharing Human Technology with Plants” by a roboticist named Sun Tianqi. It’s made from a modified version of a Vincross HEXA robot, and in his own words, it’s purpose is “to explore the relationship between living beings and robots.”
I love how baby boomers will talk about child-rearing like “I was beaten and repressed as a kid and turned out fine” and then like fifteen minutes later they’ll be like “A cashier at a clothing store wouldn’t take my expired coupon, this is a PERSONAL AFFRONT and you have to help me get them FIRED.”
Like. Are you sure you turned out fine, though? Cuz like. It seems like maybe you didn’t.
They could be the coolest, nicest people you’ve ever met, but they still think it’s perfectly fine to physically assault someone a fifth of their size, so maybe they didn’t turn out as ok as they assure you they did.
What folks don’t realise is that trauma/abuse survivors can and often forget their trauma (Dissociative amnesia) until many years later when they understand better and are ready to process it. (Which may never happen). Memory loss is a natural defense mechanism humans develop in an attempt to protect themselves from pyschological damage, and mostly regain those memories later on.
So many people were/are still attacking the young Thai coach trapped inside of a cave with 12 members of the soccer team he helps run, people assumed that he took the boys there for a trip and passed all blame onto him and called for his punishment/jail time when all of this ends. Turns out, the initial reports were not 100% correct. The details are not completely clear, but it seems the boys went to the cave to celebrate the birthday of one of them, and when they failed to return home later that day, their parents got worried and the coach, Ekapol Chanthawong went to search for them. Finding their things at the entrance of the cave, he went in after them to get them out and bring them home. Apparently, the boys wandered deep inside and when he found them, they became trapped by a sudden monsoon and flooding of the cave that came with it, hence why they had to retreat even farther inside. They barely managed to make it there in time, that’s how fast it all happened. He risked his own life trying to save them. The boys had some snacks that they bought for the birthday celebration, and he rationed all of that for the upcoming days, giving the kids his portions. He also taught them meditation to calm them down and help them preserve energy and told them to only drink the water dripping down from the walls of the cave and not the water that flooded in. If it wasn’t for him, this situation could have ended with the worst possible outcome, so please think before you scrutinize him. He already blames himself. Just consider how huge of a psychological trauma this is going to be for all of them.
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