Every time I bring up a Universal Basic Income, people lose their minds and say, "I don't want my taxes paying for it." Here's my question: How much are your taxes already paying for poverty? How much are we spending on homelessness, emergency rooms, shelters, policing, courts, jails, child welfare, lost productivity, and food insecurity? Poverty isn't free. In fact, poverty costs society a fortune. The real debate shouldn't be whether we can afford to reduce poverty, it should be whether we can afford not to!

I LOVE this concept!!

Thank you to the algorithm that has been providing random math problems into my timeline recently! 😊👍🏻 (Yes- I’m the weirdo who LOVES math!) I love giving my brain a quick workout while scrolling through my feed. Keeps me sharp!

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One of the saddest things is a neurodivergent person who was endlessly creative as a kid and slowly stopped creating because nobody told them that part of them was worth keeping

The neurodivergent urge to scream “but I was right” five years after you make a prediction that everyone else ignored

Why is it that when the person who does everything for everyone else gets sick, they all want to blow it off like it’s nothing serious and that person should just keep performing as normal when they’re dealing with severe pain or other issues.

I think the deepest form of reset for neurodivergent especially (Autistic /ADHD) people isn't sleep, food, or a hot shower. It's a few hours where nobody needs a response, an explanation, a decision, or a piece of your energy.

We've raised over $30k for cancer research from this photo showing the colors from the back side of the moon. Insane!! Thank you so much for helping me use my platform for good! Prints still available linked in my bio- I've already sold out of some sizes!

She was 57 years old. White hair. No carefully managed image. No media training designed to make her more palatable. Just thirty years of accumulated knowledge and the calm, unhurried authority of a woman who had spent her life mastering her subject. She sat on a BBC panel, answered questions about immigration and politics, cited evidence, made arguments — and then went home. The next morning, her inbox looked like a crime scene. Her name is Mary Beard — Cambridge professor, classicist, one of the most respected scholars of ancient Rome and Western civilisation alive. And the internet had decided that a woman speaking with quiet authority on television needed to be punished for it. The messages were not criticism. They were not debate. They were rape threats. Death threats. Coordinated campaigns of personal destruction targeting her appearance, her age, her voice — anything that could be used to remind her that spaces like the one she had just occupied were not meant for her. Most people would have gone quiet. Mary Beard went further in. She did what scholars do when they find a pattern that disturbs them: she followed it backward. Through decades. Through centuries. Through millennia. All the way back to some of the oldest texts in Western civilisation. And she found it had always been there. In Homer's Odyssey — one of the foundational works of Western literature, nearly three thousand years old — there is a scene that most readers pass over without registering its quiet violence. Penelope comes downstairs and asks the poet to sing a different song. Her own son, Telemachus, cuts her off. He orders her back to her room and tells her plainly: speech is the business of men. She goes. Mary Beard read that scene and recognized it immediately. Not as ancient history. As a pattern. In ancient Rome, women who dared to speak in public were not described as orators or thinkers. They were described as noise — disorderly sound, something that did not deserve to be called language or argument. Their voices were not speech. Their thoughts were not thoughts. In the medieval world, women who claimed public authority were labeled as witches. Elizabeth I — Queen of England, ruler of a nation — had to rhetorically reshape herself into something masculine just to be taken seriously as the leader of her own country. The silencing of women who speak with authority was not invented by social media. It was not a modern pathology or a cultural accident. It was built deliberately, over centuries, into the very foundations of how Western civilisation defined who gets to speak, what authority sounds like, and who is allowed to take up space in public life. Mary Beard had found something important. In 2017, she published Women & Power: A Manifesto — short enough to read in an afternoon, substantial enough to reframe everything you thought you understood about why this keeps happening. Her argument was precise and devastating. The problem is not that women lack the ability to lead. The problem is that the model of leadership itself — the template for what public authority looks, sounds, and feels like — was built by men over centuries and has never been redesigned. When a woman enters public life and doesn't fit that template, she is not failing. The template was never built for her. It was built specifically to exclude her, and it has been doing exactly that, efficiently and continuously, for three thousand years. The solution, Beard argued, is not to teach women to perform power the way men have always performed it. The solution is to dismantle and rebuild the very concept of what power is allowed to look like. She kept teaching. She kept writing. She kept appearing on television — white-haired, unhurried, carrying her decades of authority without performing it, without packaging it for comfort, without apologizing for it. The threats continued. But other messages began arriving too. Letters from women and girls who had spent their entire lives feeling that every door was slightly too narrow, every table slightly too high, every room slightly reluctant to make space for them. Women who had spent years wondering what was wrong with them — why they couldn't quite fit, couldn't quite belong, couldn't quite be taken seriously no matter how much they knew or how hard they worked. They read the book and understood, perhaps for the first time, that nothing had ever been wrong with them. The room had been designed without them in mind. That is not a personal failing. That is a three-thousand-year-old architectural decision. And one Cambridge professor with white hair and a calm voice — who refused to go quiet when the internet told her to — spent her career documenting it, naming it, and handing that knowledge to everyone who needed to hear it. Telemachus told Penelope that speech was the business of men. He was wrong then. He is still wrong now. And Mary Beard has three thousand years of evidence to prove it. via The Inspireist #FeministFriday #HERstory

I don’t want a soft life because I’m lazy. I want a soft life because my nervous system has been in fight or flight mode since childhood.

The autistic urge to win people's friendship by being as helpful as you can, but then accidentally getting manipulated and misled by opportunists who use you for your free labour.

What If Neurodivergence Isn’t A Condition At All… It’s the last remaining fragment of original human consciousness.Before civilization trained us to Compartmentalize our attention, Suppress our sensory input, Trade authenticity for belonging, Outsource our intuition to rules and clocks… every mind operated like ours Wide open, Pattern detecting at hyperspeed, Feeling the emotional weather of the entire room, Rejecting anything that felt untrue or unsafe, Society didn’t evolve past us.It fractured away from us creating the narrow filtered, neurotypical mode as a survival hack for dense populations, factories, and endless bureaucracy. We’re not the glitch, We’re the backup drive humanity accidentally left running. The proof? The explosion of late diagnoses The way normal people burn out the second they drop the mask for a week The quiet envy in their eyes when we hyperfocus on something that actually matters They built a world that runs on reduced bandwidth… and now they’re glitching harder than we ever did. If this is my last one: You were never supposed to shrink to fit their bandwidth. The world is running out of people who still remember how to feel it all.We’re not broken.We’re the ones who never got fully domesticated.

The autistic experience of being the safe space for people who are not a safe space for you.

Ugh- so true! I fight HARD every single day to overwrite this fatal programming error in my brain, but it STILL makes me glitch sometimes- especially on days like today 😞

The older I get, the more I realize "strong woman" is often just code for "woman nobody helped."