we’re going to look back at events like this when we’re older and be so embarrassed it was even an issue.
When we’re older? I’m embarrassed about this right now.
Baby Boomers entered the workforce during one of the greatest economic miracles in modern history: U.S. real GDP per capita decreased only two years between 1950 and 1970, and the resulting bounty was distributed rather equitably. We, meanwhile, have borne the brunt of the largest economic disaster since the Great Depression and watched middle-class real wages stagnate throughout our lives.
These class differences have predictably resulted in conflict. The older set has taken to newspapers, radio and print books to denounce their underemployed descendants as narcissistic, lazy and clueless: a “Generation Me” uninterested in hard work. We have responded from our own turf, in our own language, with a new Internet meme. Here are seven popular examples of the striking ways that our parents, or grandparents for some, just don’t get what we go through.
"Dying seems less sad than having lived too little"
with my fiance hasn’t changed at all.
He still treats me like a girlfriend.
I thought we would be closer somehow.
Our relationship is still about money it seems.
He makes more so I should do everything around the house.
I should take care of the animals, even though they are supposed to be ours. I’ve paid for multiple vet visits, alone, and everything else they need.
I’m packing everything up in the house.
I’m taking care of the yard.
He doesn’t seem to care about anything much besides work. I’m worried about how our dog is going to handle stairs with his bad legs, and he’s completely uninterested. People keep saying “I’m the boss now” because ‘husbands’ are supposed to do whatever you tell them to, but he doesn’t seem to care about any of my worries.
I get that he makes the money, but I wish he wouldn’t act like it so much.
I don’t ask him for anything involving money. Just help me from time to time. Just with stuff.
Sex isn’t happening. I even sent him a cute picture while he was at work, and he got home and read a book in bed.
We just don’t feel like it anymore.
It goes so long without happening that when it does happen, it’s too tiring and ends quickly because it’s tiring, and messy. And my ‘business’ kind of resets so 90% of positions hurt. We cramp, we get tired. It’s just not working.
I think we’re happy with each other. He’s my best friend and any source of happiness. But intimacy is kind of gone and silly now.
And it’s impossible to be alluring in the winter time. There is no such thing as cute and warm. It would be easier to look nice for him in the summer time, I’m looking forward to it. But it’s too hard in winter - he finds me so unappealing it feels like, (with all my snazzy layers), there’s no point in trying anyway.
I think we’re just bored on some level. And it’s only going to get worse now that we’re going to be moving farther away from where we work. I’ll be getting up super early. He’ll be getting home super late - I’ll be in bed by that time.
I don’t know. I just hope that change comes with the seasons.
"No you fool!! You could fall!!"
WHY IS THIS THE MOST ADORABLE THING THAT I’VE EVER SEEN
President Barack Obama
I’ve seen this photograph very frequently on tumblr and Facebook, always with the simple caption, “Ghost Heart”. What exactly is a ghost heart?
More than 3,200 people are on the waiting list for a heart transplant in the United States. Some won’t survive the wait. Last year, 340 died before a new heart was found.
The solution: Take a pig heart, soak it in an ingredient commonly found in shampoo and wash away the cells until you’re left with a protein scaffold that is to a heart what two-by-four framing is to a house.
Then inject that ghost heart, as it’s called, with hundreds of millions of blood or bone-marrow stem cells from a person who needs a heart transplant, place it in a bioreactor - a box with artificial lungs and tubes that pump oxygen and blood into it - and wait as the ghost heart begins to mature into a new, beating human heart.
Doris Taylor, director of regenerative medicine research at the Texas Heart Institute at St. Luke’s Episcopal Hospital in Houston, has been working on this— first using rat hearts, then pig hearts and human hearts - for years.
The process is called decellularization and it is a tissue engineering technique designed to strip out the cells from a donor organ, leaving nothing but connective tissue that used to hold the cells in place.
This scaffold of connective tissue - called a “ghost organ” for its pale and almost translucent appearance - can then be reseeded with a patient’s own cells, with the goal of regenerating an organ that can be transplanted into the patient without fear of tissue rejection.
This ghost heart is ready to be injected with a transplant recipient’s stem cells so a new heart - one that won’t be rejected - can be grown.
This is the coolest fucking thing ever. Science, man. Fucking science. Shit completely blows me away.