Thanks to my mom, Lisa Rustemeyer, for nominating me for the #IceBucketChallenge! I’ve seen a lot of people posting their videos and donations recently, and I’ve been hoping for a nomination ever since. Most of you probably don’t know this, but I lost my grandfather to ALS many years ago. I was very young when he passed, so I never really had a relationship with him. The few memories I do have of him are images of him hooked-up to the hospital machinery that was keeping him alive, and him apologizing for us having to see him like this. From what I’ve learned about him from my family, I lost out on knowing a very special man. This is for you gramps ♥

I’ve seen a lot of people posting recently about this challenge, some who have participated and some who have not. It seems many people are unclear about what ALS is, some are wondering what dumping a bucket of ice on your head has to do with the disease, and a few are condemning the trend as just another bout of lazy Facebook activism. 

For any of you who don’t know, ALS (also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease) is a neurodegenerative disease that impacts motor neurons in the brain and spinal cord leading to a slow and painful loss of all muscle function. Those affected lose all voluntary and involuntary muscle control, which causes paralysis, loss of cognitive function, and finally death. There is currently no treatment or cure. 

To answer those who don’t understand what dumping ice on your head has to do with ALS, it doesn’t really have any direct relation. It’s simply a way to raise awareness. What can awareness do, you ask? Well, a lot. Since July 29th, ALS Foundation have taken in over $2.3 million in donations, as opposed to the $25,000 they received in the same time span last year. And yes, this is probably just another example of Facebook activism, and you might think it’s lazy. However, even though all you see on your newsfeed is a bunch of your friends dumping ice on their heads, the fundraising impact has been huge. It has made a difference and we shouldn’t try to diminish that.

So today, I’m going to participate in both parts of the challenge by making a donation to The ALS Association in memory of my grandfather, and by getting an ice cold shower. I encourage all of you, not just the people I would like to nominate, Abby Wylan , Rachel Elizabeth, and Everett Moser) to do the same.

Learn more, sign up for The Walk to Defeat ALS, and donate at: 
http://www.alsa.org/

#StrikeOutALS

mescalineforbreakfast:

Kinda wanna have sex

Kinda wanna sleep for 12 hours

Kinda wanna eat 2 large pizzas 

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aziz ansari’s voice in the back of my head faintly telling me to treat myself is going to be my downfall

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The problem is that white people see racism as conscious hate, when racism is bigger than that. Racism is a complex system of social and political levers and pulleys set up generations ago to continue working on the behalf of whites at other people’s expense, whether whites know/like it or not. Racism is an insidious cultural disease. It is so insidious that it doesn’t care if you are a white person who likes black people; it’s still going to find a way to infect how you deal with people who don’t look like you. Yes, racism looks like hate, but hate is just one manifestation. Privilege is another. Access is another. Ignorance is another. Apathy is another. And so on. So while I agree with people who say no one is born racist, it remains a powerful system that we’re immediately born into. It’s like being born into air: you take it in as soon as you breathe. It’s not a cold that you can get over. There is no anti-racist certification class. It’s a set of socioeconomic traps and cultural values that are fired up every time we interact with the world. It is a thing you have to keep scooping out of the boat of your life to keep from drowning in it. I know it’s hard work, but it’s the price you pay for owning everything.

Scott Woods

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And yet they’re absolutely peas in a pod. They adore each other. They’re like sisters. 

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