Can we all just appreciate how Beauty Bakery is a small, indie brand yet they’re making such a difference and a STATEMENT with their products in the beauty industry? They didn’t follow the regular shade range categorization(lightest to darkest), they changed it and went dark to light. Such a simple change, but it never seizes to amaze me how something like that can make people feel included. It’s 2018 and makeup brands still continue to come out with 15 shades of beige. You can have 15 shades while being inclusive. 5 shades light, 5 medium and 5 dark-deep. If small brands can do it then big brands can do it too.
Ex: Tarte came out with 20 light-medium shades(or something like that) and 3 medium-dark ones. People with darker complexions should NOT have to wait, either come out with 30 inclusive shades or don’t even try.
Thank you Beauty Bakery for making a difference.
yo ive been backing this company since almost the beginning. when i started buying their products the only thing they had was lip whips and their eye shadows, theyve come so far im so happy. i LOVE this company, ive bought their brownie dip, their lip whips, cake mix foundation, and an eyeshadow palette. havent been disappointed with a single product. PLEASE BUY THEIR STUFF!!!! vegan and cruelty free!!! the creator is black!!!!!! its an amazing company please support!!!!
They also have some on amazon I think, but I always buy from their site because I like to make sure my money is going into their charitable works too.
From their website:
VOGMASK is used for protection from airborne particles such as PM 0.3,
PM 2.5, PM 10, dust, allergens, post combustion particles, germs,
shavings, biologics, odors, scents, mold, mold spores, particles in
wildfire smoke, volcanic particulate pollution, and other airborne
contaminants. The benefits of particulate respirators are confirmed by
leading health providers worldwide. Highly efficient filtering masks
help protect the mask wearer from particles as small as .254 microns.
I can’t get through allergy season (so, the whole year round apart from the dead of winter for me) without mine, and it also helps to filter our scents and other stuff. I’ll even wear mine if I have to walk down the laundry aisle at the grocery store cause the scent of all that stuff in one place makes me wheeze and feel like my throat is closing.
You can also choose if you want one or two filers. They are sadly, not replaceable, but they do last a good few years. I’ve had mine for coming on four years no and it’s only just not starting to need replaced. I can tell because the ragweed hit my lungs like a tongue of bricks this year. But I do know it’s still working cause on the days when I don’t wear it it’s substantially worse.
Anyway, hope this is helpful!
How easy are they to breath with on? These sound like they might be useful for me but I can’t even feel like I’m breathing proper with a scarf over my face.
I don’t find them all that hard to breathe with on, though there’s a definite adjustment period of getting used to it being on your face.
Cause it definitely feels like there is something over your face, but I have found that sizing up helps with that. Also the two filter ones don’t cling us much cause the one filter one you’re sucking all your air in from one side and that can sometimes feel a little close for comfort for me. So yea. Two filters are easier to breathe through, I feel.
And for everyone asking me about perfumes and strong scents:
I use mine to filter out perfumes all the time. It doesn’t get rid of it 100% for me, but it reduces it from “like being kicked in the chest repeatedly” to a mild trace scent.
I actually used it at a candle making workshop not long ago where we were using a LOT of peppermint oils (fml) in an enclosed space (fmlx2) and once I had it on I was fine, no migraines, no wheezing or residual ill feelingness afterwards.
So. Yea.
I rarely recommend products lightly, but I’ll stan behind vogmask. Wearing it can mean the difference between being able to go outside and be social some days, and pair boning with my air purifier because the air hurts to breathe.
Got one when the fires got real bad out here and the smoke in the air was horrific. Surprisingly comfortable, took some adjusting but not bad at all. Also comes in many fun colors.
that feeling when you see someone wearing a jacket with a shit-ton of patches and you need to get closer so you can tell what type of punk they are
counterpoint: girl scouts
Are you trying to tell me that girl scouts aren’t a type of punk?
SHIT fuck you’re absolutely right
Actually, I totally have something to add to this.
So walking home from work yesterday, I passed a girl scout and her big sis selling girl guide cookies, and I was like: Score! I just got kickback money, so for once I have money on hand, and they never come to my house!
As I’m walking up, I hear the person at the door they’re currently at …let’s say he was berating the poor girl for being brown.
So when he slams the door, the little one just turns to her sis and cheerfully says something like ‘That’s another one for the list. I think he’s at least a two!’
And I’m already behind her at this point with my $10 out for two boxes of thin mints, and she’s all like ‘ah thanks!’, and I ask “What’s this list …?”
“My big sister is keeping a list here of racist fucks and she’s going to break their windows and stuff on halloween!”.
Anyways, girl scouts are precious little angels.
Oh right, this.
I checked around the dude’s house late halloween night.
All his windows were broken.
THE HEROES WE BARELY DESERVE
AHHHHH IT’S ON MY DASH AGAIN AND NOW IT’S UPDATED????? BLESSED??????
It’s 2018 and I still have no clue how CDs work. It’s a shiny disc, how do they get data on that, let alone that much?? Magic
Like a vinyl disc, where a physical groove is marked into the vinyl, a laser marks the ink of a CD in a similar manner.
A laser (your disc drive) can then look at the pattern in the ink and understand it.
There’s no grooves on a CD tho???
They’re just really tiny, hence the laser. The smaller grooves means that more info can fit on a disc of the same size.
Man how the fuck did they figure out how to make that
“What if we replaced the Diamond needle of a record player with a laser?”
it’s only comparable to the grooves on a vinyl record in the sense that a spiral is the best way to store a track of data on a rotating disc. the truth is far more impressive than any of you have let on
Audio is translated into an electrical signal by a device that produces alternating current at the same frequency and intensity (voltage) as the sound waves hitting it, a microphone.
The voltage of that analogue audio signal is measured 44,100 times per second on a scale from -32,768 to 32,767 and stored as binary.
That binary does not go onto the disc directly as burnt area = 0, as many sources will tell you. The change from a pit to a land or vice-versa is what signifies a 1. It is also modulated to allow the player to read it more easily and encoded in a way so that the disc can still be read even if there are many bits that cannot be read due to a reasonable degree of scratches or dirt.
That finalized set of binary instructions is fed into a laser that etches the pits into a glass disc coated with a polymer that falls off glass discs easily when hit directly by a laser. It is then put in a vacuum chamber, coated with nickel, and a negative copy of that is grown by the complicated process of electrodeposition.
That negative copy is used to mold a disc of clear plastic with all the pits and lands. After it is molded it is coated with aluminum and another layer of plastic on top of the aluminum.
You put it in the CD player and the sensor that measures how much light is reflected by the laser sends that data to a little computer that reverses those modulations and error-correction encoding and sends that data to a circuit that takes the now-raw binary data and turns it back into an analogue signal that is amplified and sent to a speaker.
This is both amazing and profoundly irritating – the exact writing equivalent of that thing artists do – you know, how they’ll mess up anything that’s on expensive paper and planned in every single detail but get them doodling during a boring lesson and suddenly they’re Michel-bloody-angelo.
But do you remember Susan Sarandon’s deconstructive soliloquy from this episode where she tells Rick to stop using his supposed intellectual prowess to justify toxic behavior? It’s gold, and no amount of psychopathic, sauce-chasing incels will change that.
Rick and Morty is a legit good show and people tend to focus on the creepy weird fans instead of that
Me, a Hawaiian: “While Hawai’i had a queen we were at the forefront of innovation, technological advancement, and international alliances. All the way up until the “democratic” government of the US illegally arrested her in her own palace and threatened to kill her and massacre her people unless she signed her country over to them. I’d like to have a queen who cares more about her peoples lives than her power again. Also, fuck Trump.”
Reposting cause I can and it’s still relevant
Its worth mentioning that Hawaii is also one of the few countries with a mythic, “Hero King” who they can actually prove existed. King Kamehameha the Great (yes like in Dragon Ball Z), was seven feet tall, the guardian of the war god Kukaʻ ilimoku, and took Hawaii from an archipelago of rival Kingdoms who hadn’t really gotten out of the Bronze Age, unified him under his dominion, and turned the Kingdom of Hawaii into a global trading empire who’s monarchs were greeted at the Court of Queen Victoria.
Guys I’m legit about to cry.
A post I made has over a thousand notes!! And most importantly it’s starting a conversation and spreading knowledge about what was done to my culture.
It is also so heartwarming to go in the notes and find people sharing more information and sources! And even more so to see that only two idiots decided to chime in with their misinformation.
Like, I am damn PROUD of y’all tumblr, we out here learning how to respect each other’s cultures and it’s dooooope!!!!
Our society has a number of loveable buffoons who fool around and are excused from acting like prats because they’re funny. They might be rubbish at most things but as long as their banter is flowing, we put up with it.
These types are almost exclusively men. You don’t get hilarious, idiotic women being lorded as icons of our culture. Diane Abbott is dismissed as a cretin while Boris Johnson is a joker.
Which begs the question: is conscious male incompetence a form of misogyny?
If you labour the point that you can’t cook, then chances are that you won’t be made to cook. If you make a hash out of doing the laundry or hoovering, you’re forcing someone else to take over.
Few have the patience to watch someone do a job badly over and over again and so often, they’ll just take it upon themselves to do your chores as well as their own. Emotional labour is doubled when you’ve got an incompetent clown on your hands.
I was recently listening Semi Circles, a BBC radio comedy starring Paula Wilcox, first broadcast in 1989.
It’s about a housewife who recently wakes up to the fact that she’s spent the past eight years being a slave to her kids and nice-but-emotionally-dim husband.
Part of this awakening is the realisation that she does all the housework because her husband is crap at it. Left alone, he makes inedible food. He lets the kids stay up well beyond their bedtime. He leaves the house a tip.
He doesn’t even try to do a good job because he fears that if he’s too good at these jobs, his wife will make him do more of them.
Put these garbage men in the garbage where they belong.
I went and checked the original source and it’s worse. While most of the comments get the problem (the lying, not the eggs) some of them just cannot see that this shit is actually a big honking warning sign for bigger shit. A loving person is not capable of doing this.
He literally puts his mere convenience over her actual well being. This guy thought up and executed a plan where she has to do *all* the work (because of course it wasn’t just this one specific thing) while he watches her tire herself out from the sidelines. Imagine this going on for *years*. …now imagine this with kids. You think this guy cares if she gets off during sex? Would he take care of her if she were to get sick? Would he ever lift a finger if he could get away not doing it?
She can’t trust a word he says and he doesn’t give a shit about her needs. It’s not about the *eggs*.
Sorry to reblog from you, stranger, but this commentary is all very good. I especially appreciate the emphasized statement that “a loving person is not capable of doing this.” That line is going to rattle around my brain for ages — the words feel good in my mouth. How you’ve said it is just so right.
I want to add some of OP’s further comments on the thread she made:
“To be fair, I have pretty high standards for cleanliness and his idea of clean vastly differs from mine and honestly, that’s okay! But now I’m starting to seriously wonder if he sabotaged cleaning, too, just to get me to do it. Dishes, for instance. He will wash half and leave a nasty sink full of the rest, claiming he’ll do them later. This drives me nuts, so I just do them. Often he will leave crusted on shit on then, too, so okay, I’ll just do them, right? Now because of the egg business, I’m seeing it as malicious.”
→ The husband is lazy. He seemingly commits to housework, only to bail partway through, and doesn’t even put in the effort required to do the job right in the first place.
“Yes, he sucks at dishes and laundry to the point he is banned from doing them. He will leave clothes in the washer overnight and doesnt separate anything to the point I’ve had many white clothes ruined. My favorite white brassiere is now pink due to his bullshit.”
→ The husband is inconsiderate of his wife’s property, even that which is well-loved. Could his repeated failure to learn how to do this task have been a ruse? Did he anticipate his banishment from laundry duty? OP now has to genuinely wonder about this.
“I’m starting to think he does things wrong on purpose now just to get me to do it. Another example! My car. For a while my driver side door wouldn’t open from the outside, so I had to crawl through the passenger side. He ordered a handle and kept putting it off for WEEKS. Finally, he says his hands are too big to do it, so I had to do it.”
→ The husband makes excuses for himself that cast him as an unwitting victim to fate, with the implication that he would totally do [action], if only he could. He distances himself from any possibility of blame.
Obviously, anonymous forum posts are taken with a grain of salt — we, as readers, will never know for sure if OP is real. That’s not a concern for me, though. Like I don’t care. The fact is that if one assumes this is all true, it is very obvious that the poster’s husband is a perfect example of maliciously feigned incompetence. He’s manipulative and lazy to the point of cruelty, expecting his wife to work while he fails to lift a single functioning finger. The statement that “he likes her eggs better” isn’t cute like some have stated in the replies to this post; it’s just another excuse that walls him off from criticism, a bullshit reason he pulled out of his ass to make her feel guilty and unreasonable for being upset.
The absurdity of the situation when taken at face value — lying about eggs, getting mad about making eggs, even just the reality of deviled eggs (an inherently silly prep style) being someone’s favorite food — extends an air of the absurd to the wife’s concerns, and to others’ warnings. I have noticed several comments to the tune of, “These people are all mad about eggs? What a joke! How oversensitive. That’s just how men are; this is just what marriage looks like.”
It’s fucked up, is what it is.
…deviled egg lady, if you’re truly out there somewhere, I hope you told your husband to make his own goddamn eggs from now on. It’s literally the least he can do.
oh yeah my brother used to do this. his only chores were to take out the dishes and vacuum. He always did such a shitty and slow job, that my mom had to redo it and waste more time and delay washing the floors. So eventually she made me do it instead and he got off scott free. And her reasoning was just this “he’s a man, I shouldn’t have even asked, men can’t do housework, he’s incompetent, he can’t do this!” And I resisted and even attempted to mimic (unsuccessfully) his strategy as a 14 year old because I KNEW he was just doing it to be an ass. Because what’s so fucking hard about vacuuming? Just put the thing that sucks shit in all the corners and ur good. But he somehow couldnt do that? Bullshit.
The thing about this though is, if he had just SAID “I know how to make deviled eggs, but yours always turn out so much better, could you please make them because they are so delicious?” I’m willing to bet most women would have been flattered and considered it a reasonable request. There was literally no reason to lie if you have good intentions. Especially if, as most good, non-lying spouses would, he had offered to help her in some way (even if it was just peeling the eggs or cleaning up). Same result, no deception and you actually contribute to the household!
One of the hardest lessons I’ve learned in life is to LET OTHER PEOPLE DO SHIT JOBS AND NOT FIX THEM. Notice how she accepts the justification that they have different levels of cleanliness? That’s years of society training women to be perfect; if it’s not perfect, we get the blame, should be ashamed. My mother used to go behind me, complaining the whole time how I didn’t dust right, didn’t load the dishwasher the right way, didn’t vacuum correctly. She bitched about having to do all the extra work, never getting any help from us kids. Flash forward 30 years and I found myself doing the same thing. Hubs didn’t fold the laundry right, the girls didn’t move things when they dusted, so it was easier if I just did it myself.
THIS IS SOCIETY’S WAY OF KEEPING WOMEN BUSY DOING THE SHIT WORK INSTEAD OF WRITING THE NOVEL THEY’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO, THE ONE THAT WOULD BE BETTER THAN MOST OF THE CRAP OUT THERE.
(sorry, got a little personal there)
Now, I happen to have a great hubs who called me on it, who asked, in all honestly, why my way of folding the laundry was the only way. Wouldn’t I rather he did half of it than me do all of it? Was the perfect fold all that important? See, he grew up with a father who disappeared in his office with the door closed and left his wife to cook, clean, and raise the kids. He’d made a vow not to be like that because, despite being a nice guy, his Dad hadn’t been involved in his kids’ lives.
So here’s the take away … sorry in advance for the shouting but I’m super passionate about this.
LET THEM DO IT THEIR OWN SHITTY WAY. DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT DO IT FOR THEM.
They leave a sink full of dirty dishes? Don’t wash them.
Can’t stand the piles of dirty clothes on the floor in the kids’ rooms? Give them a week warning then bag them up, toss them out and don’t replace them.
Forget the perfect fold of laundry, the spotless kitchen floor.
Go write that damn novel. When they’re hungry, they’ll go make themselves something. Trust me, they won’t starve.
“I want to be a hematologist. That’s a blood doctor. Well not a blood doctor, exactly. But a doctor that finds cures for blood diseases.” “How’d you decide on that?” “We were dissecting frogs in class and learning about how the blood flows through the body. And I went home that night and wrote an essay. And it wasn’t like any other essay I’d ever done. Normally when I write essays, it takes me a long time, but this was the fastest essay I ever wrote. So the next day I was asking the teacher mad questions, and she was like, ‘You know you can get a job in this.’ And she pulled it up on the internet, and was showing me all about hematologists.”
SUPPORT THIS BOY
I love it when someone gets that thunderbolt “I wanna do this forever” moment. It’s amazing to see that change in them once they’ve got an actual concrete dream to work towards.
