breefolk-hates-staff:

william-snekspeare:

Well, I’m here to show you what these wonderful little ladies make, and how us humans collect the extra.

Some Vocabulary:

This is a Langstroth beehive. Those boxes in it are called “Supers”. Supers hold 10 frames each. Frames look like this.

I’m here to teach you about honey extraction from this particular kind of hive, and when you only have like 5 or 6.

The Process:

First, we start with the frame of honey.

Notice anything? The bees have “capped” this honey with beeswax so it can keep for the winter! (or beekeep heheh)

So what you wanna do is cut those bad boys off with ya Hot Knife.

(Or you can just scrape them off with a fork. Or poke holes in them. Dealer’s choice, man.)

Next, you put your uncapped frames in the Crazy Spin Cylinder. (The Extractor)

And YA CRANK IT

And the honey sp i n s

Honey GO

H O N  E  Y

The frames are spun at such a high speed that the honey is pulled right out!

Next, you open the spigot at the bottom, run it through a strainer…

Pour it in a jar…

and VOILA!

Beautiful Bee Nectar that you got yaself! This has been a PSA

This is my favorite episode of How It’s Made.

zhvni:

poetry-protest-pornography:

reighost:

angrybooklady:

bluegrassprincess:

newwavefeminism:

sushinfood:

usobuki:

kosherrobot:

TAKE A LOOK AT THIS CREAM. TAKE A GOOD LONG LOOK. 

MEMORIZE THE PACKAGING SO YOU MAKE SURE YOU NEVER BUY THIS CREAM FOR YOURSELF OR ANYONE YOU LOVE.

This post is about vaginas. My vagina in particular. I get yeast infections pretty regularly, and until recently I was able to afford to see a doctor who could prescribe me fluconazole.

Fluconazole, a drug also known by the brand name Diflucan, is a small pink pill. You take two pills a few days apart from each other to restore balance and harmony to your bountiful folds. I’ve never ever had a bad side effect from taking this pill.

Cut to November 2016. I’m a recent college grad without reliable health care coverage in the process of finding a job. And I’m dealing with a yeast infection. Before I moved out of state, my previous doctor told me about Miconazole. She said it was as effective as the pill and hallelujah, it’s over the counter! I decided to purchase the cream pictured above. This treatment only lasted 3 days, a convenient time frame for my schedule.

The application process was a little messy, and some of the cream came in contact with my vulva and labia. Within 5 minutes every piece of skin that had come in contact with the cream, excluding my hands, was on fire. I wanted to scream it was so painful. I began frantically searching for what I should do online. 

I found a whole forum of people on drugs.com who had experienced something similar. These comments saved me, and these were just on the first page. There were 33 pages total, the earliest dated July 2009.

I was writhing in pain at 2AM when I found this forum (which I found by searching “my vagina burn itch hurts after miconazole” on Google). As soon as I read these comments I threw the devil cream directly into the trash and jumped in the shower. I didn’t feel any actual relief until I reached in and scraped the cream out of me. I paid $17 plus tax on this bullshit, but I could have just as easily ripped up my money or paid someone to not hurt me. 

The moral of the story is that vaginal health care is is completely fucked up because we don’t have access to an over the counter cure for yeast infections that is safe for our bodies and also YOU SHOULD NEVER BUY THIS CREAM EVER.

Reblog to save a vagina.

Okay so I used to get yeast infections every month after my period ‘cause my pH levels were fucked up or something (idk that’s what my doctor said) and I actually used to take this stuff and it was fine. Then a couple years down the road I had a yeast infection for the first time in ages and I used this again and it burned so bad I had to sit in the bath and like physically dig it out of my vagina

AND THEN I LEARNED THAT IT’S BECAUSE I DIDN’T HAVE A YEAST INFECTION. I had a bacterial infection, which is honestly pretty much identical to a yeast infection depending on the severity. The only difference is that IF YOU HAVE A BACTERIAL INFECTION AND TRY TO USE YEAST INFECTION MEDICATION IT WILL HURT

But it’s not actually the medication’s fault. The medication DOES do what it’s supposed to do, provided you’re actually suffering from a yeast infection. Chances are though that you and every one who commented on this did, in fact, have bacterial infections instead.

FORTUNATELY they also make over the counter tests so you can know if you need to call your doctor or just grab some yeast medicine off the shelf. Next time if you aren’t sure, pee on a stick and save yourself a world of fucking pain

AMEN.

It’s unfortunate that I’m 27 and never knew that last bit of information. The world of vaginal health is so obscure and inaccessible.

Reblogging because I too once found out the hard way that I had a bacterial & not yeast infection. 😑

I, too, once set my vagina aflame with miconazole. I didn’t know it was because of a bacterial infection. Reblogging to save a vag.

Reblogging to save a vag.

It’s almost like the shame and stigma thar surrounds vaginas is a danger to the health and well being of people who have vaginas.

Damn y’all #saveavag

charismatic-wolf:

teathattast:

@spillybun

turquoisemagpie:

Imagine JackieBoyMan being Chase’s kids uncle.
Imagine his coming to visit the family every few weekends, even after Chase left, just to check on how Stacey’s coping and to play with the kids.
Imagine the kids looking up to Jackie as a real super hero, and feeling inspired to be their own super heroes, making their own super hero costumes, with cut out cloth masks, tying their hoodies around their shoulders like capes, wearing wellington boots and winter gloves as Power Boots and Gloves. 
Imagine Jackie ‘training’ them, teaching them self defence fighting moves, telling them to always call out their ‘battle cry’ for help whenever a bad guy approaches them in a public place, teaching them basic first aid like stopping bleeding out and how to deal with wounds. 
Imagine Uncle Jackie telling the kids that he’s not always going to be ready to save the day, and that they have the power to save the day, in small ways, even if it’s only saving their home and their family. After that, Jackie isn’t seen again.

Imagine Chase’s kids finally feeling they can save the world, so they start small. They help out when their mom needs to clean up around the house. They wait by the crossing outside their house to make sure people look before crossing the street. They make sure the cats don’t go anywhere near the tree where a bird has a nest of chicks to looks after. They go to comfort their mom when she has another night spent crying in the lounge. 
Imagine one night they decide to finally defeat the monster under their bed. The monster that giggles at them in the night. The monster that caused their parents to split up. The monster that pretends to be their dad. 

They finally follow where the monster goes. They crawl under the bed and see a small gap, just big enough to pass through. They end up in a place of nothing but black and red. They hear their dad screaming. They run to him. 
Imagine Chase curling in on himself, covering his bleeding ears with his shaking hands, tears streaming from his face. Around him the monster dances over him, swiping a knife at him and laughing as Chase dodges it while shrieking in fear. The monster mocks him, teases him, giggles like a menacing child, repeating the horrible things Chase had said to the ones he loved in anger, perfectly mimicking his voice. Chase can’t take anymore. Nothing was going to save him.

Imagine Chase suddenly hearing the triumphant battle cries of his kids as they charge and push the monster away, the monster staggers back in confusion, dropping it’s knife in the process, which the kids kick away. Chase looks up to see his kids, dressed in their make-shift super hero costumes, standing between himself and the monster, staring the monster down. They announce their victory over the monster, saying it doesn’t scare them anymore, and they are more than ready to save their dad whenever he falls into trouble from that point on. 
Imagine the monster shaking in rage, as it realises that even with the super hero gone there’s always going to be someone in its way, someone to stop its plans, someone to cut the strings off its puppets. It disappears into the darkness and doesn’t come back. 
Imagine the kids helping their dad up and leading him out to the red and black nightmare. They pass back into reality at Chase’s flat and they make sure their dad gets to his bed and is comfortable, before leaving to go back to their own beds at home. 

Imagine the kids waking up to find themselves still under their beds, as if it was all a dream. They go about their day slightly unsure if it was real or not, until their dad comes around to visit and passes them something; one of their cut-out masks, that he said he found on the floor of his bedroom. They all gather in a big hug as Chase says: 
“You’re my heroes.”