Remember kids: Pluto is not a planet, WAS never a planet, and any acknowledgement of Pluto as a planet was an error of assumption
Fuckihg fight me right now viva la Pluto
F u c k you it was a clerical error!! The real ninth planet is out there but it’s not Pluto! Stop ruining science!!!!
A clerical error? Oh, no - the truth is far more absurd.
(Hold on, folks - this requires a bit of background.)
In a nutshell, since the late 19th Century, it had been suspected
that there was a ninth planet, based on apparent irregularities in the
orbit of Uranus. This as-yet-hypothetical planet, whose gravitational
influence would have accounted for those irregularities, was termed
“Planet X”.
The trouble is, nobody could find the thing, no matter how
hard they looked. That seemed to have changed in 1930, when a new moving
object was finally detected on the outskirts of the Solar system. When
word of this discovery got out, the media declared that Planet X had
been found, and the object was subsequently named “Pluto”.
However, there was a problem with the newly dubbed Pluto: its faint
albedo and lack of a visible disk suggested that it was much too small
to be Planet X. In fact, while school textbooks treated the matter as
resolved, the truth of the matter is that we had no idea what
Pluto was - we didn’t even know for sure whether it was a planet at
all, much less that it was Planet X. Though little reported-on by the
mainstream press, the search continued.
It wasn’t until 1992 that data from the Voyager flyby of
Neptune revealed that prior estimates of the masses of the outer planets
had been slightly out of whack. With the corrections enabled by Voyager, the apparent anomaly in Uranus’ orbit was proven to be a math error: there was no Planet X after all.
So what the hell was Pluto?
Eventually, it was determined that Pluto had less than 0.2% of its
initially estimated mass, and that its appearance near the predicted
position of Planet X’s orbit was just a bizarre coincidence. In spite of
this, it retained its provisional planetary status; it had already captured the public’s imagination, and the fact that Pluto
was the only “planet” to have been discovered by an American created
enormous political pressure against classifying it as anything else.
This would remain the status quo until the discovery of additional
outer-Solar-system objects as large or larger than Pluto in the mid 00s -
most notably Eris - forced the classification issue to be resolved.
TL/DR version: Pluto was never uncontroversially classified as a
planet in the first place. It just happened to coincidentally be near
the orbit of a hypothetical ninth planet that was later proven not to
exist, and sort of inherited the planetary status of its phantom sibling
on a provisional basis due to a combination of institutional inertia
and politics.
(As icing on the cake, at the time of this posting, early 2016, there’s new - albeit controversial - evidence that there really is a mysterious ninth planet lurking out there. Note, however, that this conjecture is based on a completely different set of anomalies from the ones that led to the Planet X hypothesis.)
I love seeing men gush about their relationships and the women they love. It’s time for the whole trope of men hating being married/ viewing relationships as things holding them back. Amen for men uplifting their women and their relationship. Amen for men getting choked up and ready eyes thinking about the one they love. Amen for men thinking of the woman they are with as their best friend.
Don’t lie to them. If y'all are in love, tell them what’s bothering you. They care. It’s okay to be vulnerable with them. Don’t tell them “yes, I’m okay” and you’re not, because then you’ll be mad at them for not understanding your hurt when YOU HAVEN’T EVEN EXPLAINED IT to them. People can’t read minds. Give them the chance to listen, give them the chance to understand. Let them love you, communication is key.
Concept: A cute girl reads romantic period poetry to me while she runs her fingers through my hair and we lay in the park and I shut my eyes and she kisses the top of my head.
if you don’t believe islamophobia is rooted in racism please explain to me why brown men with beards and turbans are still being violently attacked and called terrorists
if teenagers are ever being mean to you just pull out any miscellaneous item you have on you at the moment and make up some bullshit term to scare them
teenagers: we are going to punch you me *pulling out spoon*: have you lot ever been Uncle Jimmied
teenagers: we are going to kick you me *pulling out an electric toothbrush*: have you all ever experienced a Norwegian Christmas…
teenagers: we are going to unlawfully take your money me *taking car keys out of my pocket*: say, have any of you ever had a Pacific Ocean Garbage Patch…….
teenagers: we are going to call you mean names me *taking Costco brand pair of socks out of my purse*: it’s been a while since i gave someone a Tropic Of Capricorn………….
teenagers: we’re violent just for the fun of it ! me *microwaving a hard-boiled egg*: you’re all about to get a Matthew Broderick Jr.
OK BUT fOr real can we just talk about how
pearl gets stabbed, literally stabbed thru the back
and the FIRsT THING SHE DOES RIGHT AFTER SHE LOOKS DOWN AND SEES WOW THERE IS A SWORD THRU MY LITERAL, BODY
SHE LOOKS, UP AT STEVEN TO MAKE SURE HE’S NOT UPSET
LIKE PEARL IS JUST STANDING THERE WITH A SWORD THROUGH HER TORSO AND STEVEN’S THE ONE SHE’S WORRIED ABOUT INSTANTLY, THAT’S WHO SHE THINKS ABOUT
AND THERE ARE STILL PPL WHO ARE LIKE “PEARL DOESNT CARE ABOUT STEVEN” IM LIKE, LOOK AT HER SHE HAS A SWORD THROUGH HER CHEST AND SHE’S WORRIED ABOUT HIM
So my choir director asked me to do a solo part in the song we are singing tomorrow and holy shit i've never done this before but i feel so honored and blushy. It's such a huge complement when he asks me to do things like this or when he praises me for how i spit out my consonants. doinhiernhioernohineroinh (also im hella nervous)
!!!!! I BET YOU’RE GONNA SLAY UP THERE OMF I’ll be there in spirit being that embarrassing dad in the background but like in spirit form so like I’ll actually be at home sleeping but a piece of me will spiral into the venue and just be like “OMF THAT’S MY GIRL UP THERE MY BABY GIRL ALL GROWN UP LOOK AT HER GO”
