How would you like it if your arms were cut off?

everythingpathetic:

Shark Fin Soup

Not only killing Sharks for their fins is pathetic enough, but using their fins in a tasteless soup ludicrously pathetic. You’re even more pathetic if you then go ahead an spend eight plus dollars on a bowl of this pathetically tasteless excuse of high cuisine. 

mad-as-a-marine-biologist:

How do you see sharks?

lifestartsatsixty:

My Father and I having a traditional London Pride in the Anchor Pub near Shakespeare’s Globe. 

Cheers to my new followers,

As much as I pretend I could ‘give a shit’ about people taking an interest in me, I cannot deny it is nice to be noticed. Since I’ve accumulated a number of new followers who only know me through the internet, which I cannot lie worries me a little, I thought I’ll tell you a little bit about myself. This isn’t an invitation to look me up, and use my personal details in an attempted to trick your skeptical colleagues that you have a “boyfriend.”

I am a first year history major at York University in Ontario. Although York isn’t a school known for history geniuses such as myself, I only plan to do my undergraduate degree here and go to graduate school at a more respectable and a less self-righteous-socialist hippy breeding institution. All joking aside, I am very happy with my classes and I’m grateful for a chance to have a post-secondary education, which I hold to the highest importance.

Born in England, with a Welsh-Irish heritage I embrace my background quite a bit; I enjoy all the traditional foods and drinks, including Earl Grey tea and a nice pint of British Ale. I grew up in a nice part of England, in a small town in Gloucestershire and I have fond memories of the place. My family and I visited Canada when I was eight, and I love it so much we decided to live here (I believe its because of the nicer people).

Apart from history I have a number of other interests, a lot of which pop up on this blog from time to time. This includes beer tasting, swimming, theater, comedy and as my friend Caitlin would put it “being overly pretentious.”  

Feel free to exercise your curiosity and ask tons of questions, whether history or non-history related I’ll do my best to answer them thoroughly and as quick as I possible. 

This is me, on my other blog. It’s a bit more personal, I’m sorry I haven’t put anything up on my shark one in a while. My only explanation is I’m a male and I cannot multitask. Nevertheless I still love sharks, and I’m really impressed with some of the shark blogs tumblr holds, I just fail to keep up. Sorry.

So if you want to know the bit more personal side of my life, surrounded by history then follow me at lifestartsatsixty.tumblr.com

Couldn’t agree more. 

(Source: theseablog)

Amazing style, I’ll give it 9.8. 

(Source: pussinboots-)

The Jaws effect: why we misunderstand sharks

Photo: The Gulf Stream by Winslow Homer (1899)

Article From Nat Geo (by Patrick Kiger, HT to Abel V):

Audiences cringed in terror as they watched the 1975 movie thriller Jaws, which depicted shark hunters’ desperate struggle to survive an encounter with a monstrous aquatic serial killer that was powerful enough to turn their fishing cruiser into splinters, and was relentless in its frenzied lust for human flesh.

But while Jaws was an escapist fantasy rather than an accurate depiction of sharks, the public didn’t grasp that distinction. In July 1975, a month after the film’s release, the New York Times reported that authorities up and down the East Coast were inundated with reports of shark sightings—most of them probably erroneous—by anxious beachgoers and recreational fishermen. The hysteria provided still more fuel for the widespread stereotype that sharks are evil, vicious, and menaces to humanity that must be feared, if not eradicated.

With the release of Jaws in 1975, and the sequels that followed, pushed the fear of sharks to new and outlandish extremes. Interestingly, Peter Benchley, who wrote both the novel that inspired the film and co-authored the screenplay, eventually came to regret his role in creating the image of sharks as killing machines, and immersed himself in efforts to educate the public about sharks and the need to protect them from extinction, according to his 2006 Los Angeles Times obituary. “Knowing what I know now, I could never write that book today,” he explained in a British newspaper interview. “Sharks don’t target human beings, and they certainly don’t hold grudges.”

(Source: mad-as-a-marine-biologist)

(Source: sharks-ahoy)