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Masai Giraffe Calf Tumbles Into the World

On April 14, Jamala, a 16 year-old Masai Giraffe, gave birth to a calf at Safari West in California. The calf, named Phoenix, was born on the eve of the total lunar eclipse, making the birth all the more unique and exciting for the zoo. He made a happy landing after his first six-foot plunge to the ground, and was standing on those spindly legs just half an hour later.

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  • Question: Ayn Rand and Harry Potter do not mix. - Anonymous
  • Answer:


    “Give me your wand, boy,” Voldemort hissed.

    “I cannot do that. This wand represents my wealth, which is itself a tangible result of my achievements. Wealth is the product of man’s capacity to think,” Harry said bravely.

    Voldemort gasped.

    “There is a level of cowardice lower than that of the conformist: the fashionable non-conformist.”

    Voldemort began to melt. Harry lit a cigarette, because he was the master of fire.

    “The smallest minority on earth is the individual. Those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities. The minimum wage is a tax on the successful. The market will naturally dictate the minimum wage without the government stepping in to determine arbitrary limits.”

    Voldemort howled.

    “I’m going to sell copies of my wand at an enormous markup,” Harry said, “and you can buy one like everyone else.”

    Voldemort had been defeated.

    “He hated us for our freedom,” Ron said.

    “No, Ron,” Harry said. “He hated us for our free markets.”

    Hermione ached with desire for the both of them to master her, but nobody paid her any attention. They had empires to build.

    Ayn Rand’s Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone: by Mallory Ortberg

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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.


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Tabloid headlines without the sexism

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Honest Trailers - Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones (by Screen Junkies)