The answer is 1, why is everyone a delinquent?

Y'all please, learn your pemdas (or bodmas or whatever you learned it as)

It's 16

*sigh*

Parentheses equation is 2+2, which is 4.

Now we multiply by 2 to get 4x2 which is 8

8 DIVIDED BY 8 is 1.

I have no fucking clue how you can get 16 out of this. I don’t think you’re bad at math, I think you just need glasses.

It’s 1.

It’s 16.

8 / 2 * (2+2) = 

8/2 * (4) = 

4*4 = 16

You do the parentheses, then you go left to right.

That isn’t how this works.....

PEMDAS

8/2*(2+2) (P = Parentheses)

8/2*(4) (M = Multiply)

8/8=1 (D = Division)

@kingoftartesoss​

Use Mathpapa calculator if you still don’t believe me.

No, Riley.

M isn't in the original problem but 8÷2 still needs a resolution. You have to solve 8÷2 as-is after (2+2) no matter what.

So you're not following PEMDAS by factoring x4 into 8÷2.

It's literally this simple.

I, uh, I think it’s 1, actually.

Plug it into a searchbar, or a scientific calculator that waits until the whole thing is input & that's the answer.

No need.

Everyone on this post:

@nonanalogue can you solve this for us because I swear to goodness the answer is 1 but this post is making me doubt my brains

Happily!

So the problem is two-fold: first, order of operations as most people are taught it is a lie, and second, the original problem is written very ambiguously.

Let’s drill down into that first point.

PEMDAS! Parentheses, exponents, multiplication, division, addition, subtraction. Everyone’s taught to do operations in that order! Except that’s not really right. As a math teacher of mine put it, “it works for now, but you’ll find out I was lying in a few years.”

The problem is that multiplication and division are the same operation, and addition and subtraction are also the same operation. Division is really just multiplying by a fraction, and subtraction is just adding a negative. With that in mind, it doesn’t necessarily make sense to do some multiplication arbitrarily early in the problem before the rest! As a result, here’s the bottom line for that point:

Both 1 and 16 are right.

How can that be?

Well, that brings me to the second point: the expression is written very ambiguously, so as to maximize confusion! It’s also why I don’t like using the division symbol when a fraction will do just nicely.

Observe two other ways we could write this expression:

The first one resolves to 8/8, which is 1. The second resolves to 4(4), which is 16. Both are right, only because the original expression is vague.

The sad thing is that everyone hates fractions, when actually they make life so much nicer!

same this shit rocks

this is genuinely one of my favorite videos

I want to wish a very happy interantional women's day to all trans women, trans girls, transfemmes, demigirls, intersex girls and women and anyone else who clebrates.

You're all valid as women/femmes and this day is for you too!

[ID: a Bugs Bunny meme. There is a picture of Bugs Bunny in a suit shown from waist up against a black background. The caption says: "I wish all transfemmes, trans girls, trans women, demigirls, intersex women and intersex girls a very pleasent International women's day." End: ID]

@stardusteyes @mollyencrypted

^This includes multigender, GNC, nonbinary, genderqueer, agender and any other type of women who celebrate this day! Y'all amazing!

@paintedbytosia @stickia404 @i-am-still-trans-gwender @transpanda-1 @princess-sheep @cholerascum @ava-is-up-to-something @teaktty @7he-0n3-th4ts-l3ft-b3h1nd @p1nkparader @thebeardedladyofthelake

Yayyy!!

Because it is the anniversary of his death, I wanted to share a small story about my grandfather.

Before I knew that I was intersex, I identified as a trans man. And I went the way any trans man has to go if he wants to transition in my country. My parents thankfully were supportive but I was afraid to tell my grandparents. My grandparents were German and lived/were raised during the third reich. While both of them never said or acted in a way that suggested that they had fascist views (my grandfather was until he died part of a leftwing political party), but there still was this fear in me. "They are old, they grew up surrounded by abhorrent beliefs...". And then there was my aunt. Who would constantly claim that my grandfather was homophobic.

The problem was, back then, there were no openly out gay people in our area, so I never got the chance to see my grandfather interact with someone who was queer. So I just believed her. Because she was so insistent on it. And because it confirmed my fears and my brain loves to be constantly afraid.

But I knew I wanted to come out. I had to, eventually, because I had stopped my estrogen treatment (back then, I did not know that I got that because I was intersex) and went on testosterone instead and first physical changes began to show. We all lived in one big house, so my grandparents would eventually notice.

I was so afraid that my father at some point offered to talk to his parents. I waited outside in the hallway that led to their kitchen and listened.

My father explained, easy to understand, that I was going to transition from female to male because I felt terrible in my body. My grandfather asked, "Is that why the child* is so depressed all this time?" I had been in and out of multiple clinics for manic depression at that point. My father gave a yes. And my grandmother made the incredibly selfish comment, "Can't that wait until I am dead?"

Before I even got time to be upset, my grandfather slammed his fist down on the table. I had never seen or heard him do anything like that before. He was a very calm and collected man who preferred to leave the room before he got too angry. "No, it can't wait. The child gets to get well now. And if that is what is going to help, then it needs to be done."

From that day on, he never used my deadname again or used the wrong pronouns for me. Sometimes, he would stop in a sentence to think and remind himself, but he did always address me correctly.

He celebrated with me when my name was legally changed. He built the bed frame for me and my boyfriend's bed when we moved in together, just like he had built the first adult sized bedframe for me when I outgrew my small bed. He drove my boyfriend to his chemo sessions because my grandfather also had cancer and knew how terrifying it was to go alone.

Did he fully understand what it means to be intersex? To transition? No. But he understood that one of his loved ones was suffering and that he could help to alleviate that pain. And so he did.

He taught me calligraphy. He taught me how to sew. He taught me bookbinding. He gave me many gifts.

But the biggest gift he gave me was, that when someone hated me for what I am, I could stomach it. Because this man was willing to unlearn the bigotry he had been taught for decades so he could love me for who I am.

*in my grandpa's dialect it was normal to refer to children as just 'the child' (genderless)

— Jonathan Marks - Anthropology and the Bell Curve (via leofarto)

I was reading an interesting article years ago about collective memory. There have been a lot of thinkpieces over the years about how humans are getting lazier and worse at remembering things thanks to technology. There’s a tendency, particularly in the western world, to behave as if memorization was all people did prior to the internet. 

But outside of artificial school test-taking environments, human beings have always relied on the collective memory of their close peers to keep track of information. Anyone who’s ever worked clothing retail knows that no single employee has the location of every item in the store memorized, but as long as you have enough people working the floor, nobody will ever have to waste time searching for an item because at least one employee is bound to remember which rack it’s on.

TL&DR - brains were never designed to function in isolation. 

Testing the intelligence of an individual in an isolation is never going to give you an accurate idea of a person’s true intellectual potential.

TL&DR TL&DR

Two (or more) heads is better than one.

My maternal grandfather was a math professor at the City University of New York. He died before I was born, but he passed a key bit of wisdom to my mother, and she passed it on to me:

The important thing is not knowing the answer, it’s knowing how to find the answer.

It our era of text and alphabets, that’s often knowing how to look something up. But for most of human existence, there were no alphabets. So knowing how to find the answer meant finding the person who knew the answer.

All human knowledge is cooperative.

there’s a reason ‘i know how to google this’ is a skill you (at least used to, before the LLM ‘overview’ slop) could put on a resume

you are NOT going to 100% know how to code something every time

you are NOT going to know that little bit of syntax, you won’t know that a pre-written function to do what you want exists, you won’t know that Oh Excel Has a Tool For That Actually

but if you know you WANT to do something

if you can read and navigate documentation

you can probably figure out something to do

and if that fails? that’s what GITHUB, reddit forums, and the help forums for various software programs are for

i hate matlab. it’s a frustrating language to work in, for something called ‘Matrix Lab’ it’s annoyingly obstinate at doing shit with matrices, and it eats up processor power and battery like nobody’s business

but it’s been around for decades and has built up a VERY robust community to ask for help from

and odds are, someone else has had the same error you do, and you can, if you’re clever (and a little bit lucky), debug your code by looking at advice people have given other askers

expecting one person to do everything alone is asinine. human brains simply CANNOT contain the amount of information you need to do everything alone.

you are a social animal. you stand on the shoulders of a hundred billion humans who lived, learned, and died before you. You honor their memory by asking for help.

I have an employee who doesn’t understand how to find the answer to anything. At all. Like, they run into a problem and just…stop. You ask them what happened to [assignment] due yesterday, and get “Oh, I didn’t know how to [do thing].”

So…look it up? Ask someone? Do anything besides ignore it and hope I don’t notice you didn’t do the thing?

I’ve finally gotten this person to sometimes ask me when they don’t know how to do something, but I don’t think I’ll ever get them to the point of thinking to google things if they run into problems. Maybe they just turn off their brain when they come to work, but if they’re like this in all aspects of life then I don’t understand how they got a college degree.

Do you know what its like to be trans?

sometimes i see cis people say "trans people will understand if you misgender them at first. i call my nephew 'her' all the time and he knows i don't mean it" no he doesnt. he probably never hangs out with you for more than ten minutes because that's how long you can last in a conversation before making him feel like shit. also he thinks you're, best case scenario, stupid for not being able to figure it out, or worst case scenario, uncaring about him and his needs. he doesn't like spending time with you. you're deluding yourself into thinking you're far kinder than you are. you're weird man.

a common thing that people tag this post with goes something to the tune of:

"its fine if you dont get it perfect at first so long as youre trying :) but yeah its very obvious when people arent putting any effort in lol"

and like. i promise you do not have to play devil's advocate for cis people on this post yall. you don't have to offer leeway to the person being cruel to you. not only that, but people that misgender you ever will take a mile if you give them an inch.

cis people hear "its fine if you misgender me at first" and think of "at first" as five years or more. i'm not joking. they do this for a variety of reasons, but most significantly because cis people never stop thinking of you as "transitioning" even if you would consider yourself "transitioned".

cis people will also consider themselves adequately "trying" no matter what they actually do. this is due to a variety of reasons, but most significantly because they believe misgendering is what transphobes do, and they aren't a transphobe-- look, they haven't kicked you out of the house, have they?

there's a common line of thought, especially among white people, that there are two kinds of people-- racists and non-racists; transphobes and non-transphobes; misogynists and non-misogynists-- and they are the non-racist, non-transphobic, etc kind. that's not really how it works. how it actually works in real life is that anyone can do transphobic actions, no matter the ephemeral trasphobe/non-transphobe dichotomy they believe themselves to be in, and it's up to that person alone to correct their transphobic action. cis people often put themselves in the non-transphobe box, which they believe washes their hands of guilt-- they believe what they do cannot be transphobia, because they are not a transphobe.

cis people who believe this, and i promise you it's a lot of them, are in their minds perpetually "trying" to not misgender you, to make you comfortable, even if they've never once done so. so when you tell a cis person that misgenders you that it's okay to do it at first, and that it's okay as long as they're trying, they'll never ever stop misgendering you. because to them it's still "at first", and to them, they're always "trying", even if neither thing is remotely true. cede no ground to misgendering and deadnaming, outing and transphobia, even when it 'only' harms you emotionally and not physically. it's never worth it.

the version of this post that's actively going around right now is one where two random people ive never met added onto it that it's okay, actually, when cis people misgender you by mistake. and i wish this version was going around instead.

im reblogging this one more time to say i dont generally agree with the opinions of those randos that said its okay when cis people accidentally misgender me. that trans people, by and large, don't mind if the misgendering is a mistake. we fucking care! it makes us feel like shit. it makes us want to be as far away from you as possible no matter how you meant it.

if you are walking around with a knife and "accidentally" run it into my chest, im not going to say aww its okay just try harder not to do that next time. im going to run away from you. and if i have to be in proximity to you again (because i wont want to!), ill be as cautious as possible around you. and really, how accidental can the knife be if youre the one holding it and pointing it at me? it's your responsibility to put the fucking knife away.

you should actually put in more effort to not misgender trans people than you do to not misgender cis people. you should devote more time and attention to doing so and i'm not joking. trans people deserve to never be misgendered ever. never ever.

I waited a bit before making this strip.

After the comic talking about what it was like to grow up with a conservative father who routinely listened to and agreed with conservative talk radio, someone spoke to me the words you see in the comic today.

As you could imagine, it was hurtful to hear something so disgusting.

I wanted to make an immediate response to it, but I ultimately decided that I needed to address my emotions only after I had time to process what was said, and how I was feeling.

I am never going to pretend that I am anything less than an incredibly fortunate person.  Something that I’ve told one of my coworkers is that I don’t have everything I want, but I do have everything I need.  As far as I’m concerned, that makes me one of the most fantastically lucky people in the whole of human history.

I’ve been surrounded by wonderful people and have the ability to provide for myself, and I hope that I’ll continue to be so fortunate.

That said, we all have things that get us down.  Right now, our trans brothers, sisters, and enbys are the target of what’s becoming a global movement against our existence.  We fear for our safety, we fear being cast from society, we fear we’ll lose access to life saving medical treatment.

Many of us grew up confused and afraid of our own bodies and emotions, and had families that, while otherwise loving, exhibited ideals and behaviors that said people like us were less than, that people like us were disgusting or broken.

That’s incredibly damaging not just for a child to grow up with, but for anyone regardless of their age.

While the person who said this comment to me apparently disagrees, I want you all to know that your emotions are real, that the pain you feel is valid, and that it is ok to talk about your feelings.

You don’t need to be the world’s least fortunate person to be allowed to talk about your pain. 

You’re allowed to allow yourself to heal.

We should all be here for each other; to listen, to learn, and to love.

pic id: screenshot of a tweet by Katerina Dimitratos, handle @ KDimitratos, date and time are not in the screenshot. Tweet reads: "Saw something that said: treat your kids with so much love that if someone mistreats them, they will immediately know.

Love that. Everyone do that. Thanks, goodnight."

Little Bird just got a full dental done and I'm over the moon because her breath has been untenable for like a whole year now. like don't get me wrong i took her to the vet for regular checkups and they told me the plaque wasn't quite ready for a dental yet so this was on-schedule but my GOD my car will finally be a habitable zone with her in it again.

cannot overstate the power of a good dental.

when my childhood yorkie was 12 she became lethargic and grumpy. it was completely outside her personality, but we thought, "Well, she's getting old." then I was home from college & noticed her breath was rancid, so I brought her to the vet. she had a massive tooth infection. we put her on antibiotics for 2 weeks and then had several teeth pulled.

days later, she bounced back completely to her old, energetic self. she lived to be almost 18. a dental gave us 6 more years with a happy, healthy dog :^) !!

i also cannot overstate my love for rural appalachia vets. her dental was quoted anywhere from 1200-1600 on the island, which i don't begrudge. their operating costs are bonkers. but it was $360 here today back east. yahoo!!!!

SERVICE DOG PSA

So today I tripped. Fell flat on my face, it was awful but ultimately harmless. My service dog, however, is trained to go get an adult if I have a seizure, and he assumed this was a seizure (were training him to do more to care for me, but we didn’t learn I had epilepsy until a year after we got him)

I went after him after I had dusten off my jeans and my ego, and I found him trying to get the attention of a very annoyed woman. She was swatting him away and telling him to go away. So I feel like I need to make this heads up

If a service dog without a person approaches you, it means the person is down and in need of help

Don’t get scared, don’t get annoyed, follow the dog! If it had been an emergency situation, I could have vomited and choked, I could have hit my head, I could have had so many things happen to me. We’re going to update his training so if the first person doesn’t cooperate, he moves on, but seriously guys. If what’s-his-face could understand that lassie wanted him to go to the well, you can figure out that a dog in a vest proclaiming it a service dog wants you to follow him

Facts about your body after you turn 25, AKA things I wish someone had told me:

(via hornedchick)

Kurt Vonnegut wrote: “When I was 15, I spent a month working on an archeological dig. I was talking to one of the archeologists one day during our lunch break and he asked those kinds of “getting to know you” questions you ask young people: Do you play sports? What’s your favorite subject? And I told him, no I don’t play any sports. I do theater, I’m in choir, I play the violin and piano, I used to take art classes.

And he went WOW. That’s amazing! And I said, “Oh no, but I’m not any good at ANY of them.”

And he said something then that I will never forget and which absolutely blew my mind because no one had ever said anything like it to me before: “I don’t think being good at things is the point of doing them. I think you’ve got all these wonderful experiences with different skills, and that all teaches you things and makes you an interesting person, no matter how well you do them.”

And that honestly changed my life. Because I went from a failure, someone who hadn’t been talented enough at anything to excel, to someone who did things because I enjoyed them. I had been raised in such an achievement-oriented environment, so inundated with the myth of Talent, that I thought it was only worth doing things if you could “Win” at them.

if u don't know what i mean, go listen to the lion king broadway soundtrack. genuinely it's phenomenal. the way the film's score is woven into songs like "Grasslands Chant" and "Endless Night" makes me bonkers insane. in the context of the previous post, i'd love to see future adaptations of lord of the rings have access to and evolve the original howard shore score in the same way.

but if you don't care about lord of the rings, you will have still listened to the lion king broadway soundtrack. and it's really good.

I'm not normal about this score

This sounds like it heavily references "Lala" from "Rhythm of Pride Lands":

Since Lebo M had a hand in doing the musical's music, this isn't surprising.

healthcare should not have a weight limit.

like it doesn’t matter if a person is so fat they’re immobile & have infections in their skin folds & need assistance with everything from hygiene to cooking to cleaning etc. they should still get good medical care.

the fattest person you possibly imagine still deserves medical care. it also doesn’t matter why they’re fat, even if that person got fat because all they did was eat and eat without ever exercising, they still deserve medical care.