Astrid Lundberg
@oddpride.com
Paleontology and evolution content creator (TikTok: @oddpride, 700k. Instagram: @astrid_lundberg, 295k. YouTube: astrid_lundberg, 19k). The worst part of the science history fandom. She/her (yes, really).
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delighted to inform everyone that despite all the super liberated sex/drugs/rock&roll ideology flying around in the *edgier* parts of the 1960s popular music scene, when all was said and done the only one of those guys who had the balls to actually come out as bisexual was Arthur goddamned Garfunkel
I've said this before and I'll say it again, the idea that putting feathers on dinosaurs makes them look LESS cool is absolutely insane and I could not relate less. Feathers are the most badass-looking integumentary structure in the entire animal kingdom. Everything would look cooler with feathers.
The language snob in me will never get over the ignorant ahistoricity of “gender is biological.” Gender is GRAMMAR. gender is a type of noun category. It shares an etymology with ‘genre,’ and they’re still the same word in some European languages. This isn't even about transness, you're just wrong.
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Unless the 19 year old who explained this to me the other day was lying to take the mickey (which would be hilarious and she's so valid if that was indeed the plan), the 6 7 joke is that it doesn't mean anything. In case anyone else was wondering. On a semi-related note, you just lost the game.
"The devil went down to the crossroads, and I went to Baltimore to watch the ships come in" I was having thoughts about port cities and/as liminal spaces, so I sampled the sea chantey "Leaving of Liverpool" and wrote a song about it. musicbyastrid.bandcamp.com/track/baltim...
the electronic signs on DC metro platforms say "BRD" while the train is at the platform, which always unscrolled into "Be Right Dere" in my head. I didn't think it actually stood for that, but I couldn't think of anything else that made sense and I'd never bothered to ask. Anyway it's "boarding"
the 1950s pop music hyperfixation has taken me to google maps where i am currently staring at lubbock looking for insight into what was going on with buddy holly & the crickets, which is how i just found out that there's an american windmill museum (it is in lubbock) (it was not there in the 1950s)