In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.
“No other whales can hear her.” Whale needs herself a Twitter.
countcenci asked: Stay away. Just stay away, and read a book and meet a dude and do your job and don't come on here. You'll bleed from your eyes and your head will spin around and steam will come out of your nose. I regret it more each day. #TumblrAdvice is the same as #SelfLoathing
There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and…
“Today, most men in their 20s hang out in a novel sort of limbo, a hybrid state of semi-hormonal adolescence and responsible self-reliance.”
But what are the women doing? Being “good” and just sitting there and waiting and “bemoaning”? While this WSJ article is interesting, to a point, I think positing the question “Where have the good men gone?” ignores the fact that the good women have changed too.
What is adulthood, now, anyway? Why is it different for men than women? Aren’t we all — at least in “urban centers” — hitting these milestones of marriage and kids later, if and when we decide we want them at all? If your “stable sense of identity” is only about getting married and having kids, is there something odd about that? AND WHY ARE WE ONLY BLAMING DUDES FOR THIS?