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Things like racism are institutionalized. You might not know any bigots. You feel like “well I don’t hate black people so I’m not a racist,” but you benefit from racism. Just by the merit, the color of your skin. The opportunities that you have, you’re privileged in ways that you might not even realize because you haven’t been deprived of certain things. We need to talk about these things in order for them to change.

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Fun Story: My director kept telling me and my tenor sax buddy to play softer. No matter what we did, it wasn’t soft enough for him. So getting frustrated, I told my buddy “Dont play this time. Just fake it” 

Our Band Director then informed us we sounded perfect. 

To my readers: “p” means quiet, “pp” means really quiet. I’ve never seen “pppp” before haha.

On the contrast, “f” means loud, and “ffff” probably means so loud you go unconscious.

I had ffff in a piece once and my conductor told me to play as loudly as physically possible without falling off my chair…

Me and my trombone buddies had “ffff” and he sat next to me and played so hard that he fell out of his chair.

The lengths we go for music.

Okay yeah so I play the bass clarinet and the amount of air you have to move and the stiffness of the reed means it only has two settings and that is loud and louder, with an optional LOUDEST that includes a 50% probability of HORRIBLE CROAKING NOISE which is the bass equivalent of the ubiquitous clarinet shriek.

One day, when I was in concert band in high school, we got a new piece handed out for the first time, and there was a strange little commotion back in the tuba section — whispering, and pointing at something in the music, and swatting at each other’s hands all shhh don’t call attention to it. And although they did attract the attention of basically everyone else in the band, they managed to avoid being noticed by the band director, who gave us a few minutes to look over our parts and then said, “All right, let’s run through it up to section A.”

And here we are, cheerfully playing along, sounding reasonably competent — but everyone, when they have the attention to spare, is keeping an eye on the tuba players. They don’t come in for the first eight measures or so, and then when they do come in, what we see is:

[stifled giggling]

[reeeeeeally deep breath]

[COLOSSAL FOGHORN NOISE]

The entire band stops dead, in the cacophonous kind of way that a band stops when it hasn’t actually been cued to stop. The band director doesn’t even say anything, just looks straight back at the tubas and makes a helpless sort of why gesture.

In unison, the tuba players defend themselves: “THERE WERE FOUR F’S.”

FFFF is not really a rational dynamic marking for any instrument, but for the love of all that is holy why would you put it in a tuba part.

This is the best band post 

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Oh man, so I play trombone, and we got this piece called Florentiner Marsch by Julius Fucik, and we saw this

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which is 8 fortes. We were shocked until,

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that is 24 fortes who the fuck does that

Who does that?

This guy. Take a good look - that is the moustache of a man with nothing to lose.

Julius IdontgivaFucik

More like Julius Fuckit

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Rape Culture? What is this “Rape Culture” you speak of?

Seriously though, this is terrifying. God forbid I wear a skirt outside — I’m just ASKING   to be raped if I do that.

The 58% statistic actually terrifies me more than any other. Suddenly change the word and you don’t care? 

No one will ever be able to convince me that words hold no power.

this makes me sick to my stomach with anger and fear

I’m waiting for to see: “It’s only 83.5%, not all men are like that”

Wait, so only 16.5% of men know that rape is wrong and that no one ever deserves to be raped?

THAT is terrifying.

Jesus H. Christ

Apparently people leave their fucking common sense at the door when using this website for Christ’s sake. Would it bother you to actually fucking check sources when presented extraordinary claims?

I’ve downloaded “Body Wars” by Margot Maine, do you know how many occurrences of the word “rape” I’ve found in that book? Zero, nada, niet. Why? Because that book does not fucking address rape or sexual assault at all, the entire book is about BMI, eating disorders, weight loss et cetera.

And I’ve searched for Margo Maine on Google scholar, thinking “hey maybe they are quoting another study she’s made”, but with no result either because Mrs Maine has not done any research, she’s probably a clinician who writes book about weight loss and thinness, nothing to do with sexual assault.

So now, you have a bunch of statistics sourced by nothing, a.k.a. a pile of dog shit.

The bigger and juicier the lie is, the easier you’ll swallow it to confirm your fucking prejudices, you bunch of moronic sheep.

Chapter 11 of Margo Maines “Body Wars”: Violence Against Woman: The Deadliest Body War

Rape is the first word on the page after the title.

She talks about rape, sexual abuse and violence against woman and how it effects how they perceive themselves and try to change their bodies to protect themselves from it.

Those numbers are in there, along with a bunch of other statistics. 

Are we looking at the same book here?

I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse.

I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem.

Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo.

When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to.

And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe.

I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy.

I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.

Curious Georgiana

Such an amazing story. Thank you for sharing.

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