The hard-core BATTLE OF NATIONS will allow women to compete in 2014, and my friend Rachael Forrest needs better armour to qualify. It’s a full contact sport in a medieval style, and she’s fundraising to buy protective gear that meets BON’s high standards.
Above: Rachael gearing up for action.
I’d love to see Rachael be one of the first women to take part of this. Here’s her link: click to donate and help her show the world that girls can fight too!
More about Battle of Nations: http://battleofthenations.ua/
Above: Trogir, Croatia, where the 2014 competition will be held.
I’m almost done with EMT school, and I can verify this 100%. We don’t give a shit what you’ve taken or how illegal it may be. We want to know what and how much so we can save your ass. Unless its directly related to a crime scene in some way, we don’t tell.
It makes me enraged and also deeply saddened that the police state has become so entwined with every aspect of our lives that people are afraid to tell the truth to people trying to render them with emergency care. We’ve broken ourselves.
Boost because everyone should know!!!
yeah, i see your classist ass pretending that the redneck/hillbilly stereotypes don’t negatively impact a huge region of people already in severe crisis
rest assured, i see you
and i’m taking note
Anybody who doesn’t think that redneck/hillbilly/white trash stereotypes are classist weaponry against critically impoverished people:
All y’all can suck my Hoosier ass, I oughta make you go cut yer own damn switch and turn you over my knee fer a spell. Where the hell you think I’m from? Ain’t no city, that’s fer damn sure. You know why I don’t talk like I grew up to? ‘Cause it’d make me a laughin’stock. People’d think I’m an idjit. My blood’s got Indiana, Kentuck, Carolina roots, you name it, but you wanna be taken serious, you don’t just go around usin’ them dialecks in public. Them’s fer “poor folk” and there ain’t no social sin like bein’ poor. Them people’s lazy an’ dirty an’ just a buncha fightin’ drunks, right?
In short, if you judge someone by their home area or accent, I’m judging you. Hard.
I remember once, in my own strong Southern Twang, I said to my Husband “Wow, you’re dad sounds really Southern!” because my father in law also has a strong Southern Accent.
My Husband, who was raised by his mother in a VERY well off neighborhood, replied “But he’s actually very intelligent!”
And I remember just sitting there thinking ‘Wow, does my accent really make folks think I’m stupid?’
When I moved to the city, another friend from rural parts took me aside and we had a conversation, about talking proper and talking like we fit in, not like where we’re from. She was more interested in fitting in than I was, but it’s true. If I talked like where I’m from I’d get all sorts of shit, from folks I call friends, never mind other people. And I’m from fucking southern Kansas.
I don’t tell stories about back home as much as I used to, either, because if I tell stories around the wrong sort (again, friends) then I get the wrong reaction. I get “aren’t you glad you don’t live there anymore?” and isn’t that a hell of a question? I never imagined living in a city, growing up, never wanted it. I don’t mind it, and yeah it’s got its bonuses, but I still lost my accent. And when I go home they tell me to slow down my talking, ‘cause they don’t always understand me no more.