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It hasn't been a good couple years
yesterday? blorbo stuff. today? blorbo stuff. tomorrow? you'll never guess
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Found a scan of this issue on the Internet Archive (it's the back cover). This scan is 4000x6000 for all your high resolution needs!
La Domenica Del Corriere v60 n29 July 20 1958, Milan, Italy, 36 pages, 40 lira.Front and rear covers by Walter Molino.
The caption reads: "Defeated by roses. Near Turin's Lingotto station, along a lonely path, Miss Guida Concetta Rinino, 28 years old, who was bringing a nice bunch of roses to a relative, was accosted by an unknown young man. The young woman, rather than losing heart, defended herself with extraordinary energy, using the bunch of flowers as a weapon. So it was that the scoundrel, his face all scratched up, had to flee. (Drawing by Walter Molino.)"
Incredible. At a distance I understand how the woman might appear to be the abuser and the man the sympathetic victim, but the second you zoom into the man’s face the pink-cheeked rage- not remorse, or rejection, or embarrassment- not heartbreak or despair- but RAGE- the deeper story speaks itself into your suspicions.
And the bit where they’re HER roses? Almost a relief, but also sadder, as she will arrive at whatever event without them, or with them destroyed.
Do you think when the righteous anger and anxiety and annoyance fade, when she arrives at her destination- will her loved ones applaud her? Will she be proud? Will her hands shake? Will she walk home with company from then out, and for how long?
In this moment, she is provoked into anger. Anger is good- it appears strong. But look at his face. Would you put it past him to linger there after dark, in case she returns alone?
What story will HE tell, of ‘I was perfectly polite, but she didn’t even give me a chance- women like that, they’d swoon for a jerk in a heartbeat, but kind and flattering men like me?…”
I love this piece. It paints both stories while illustrating the power dynamics and struggles at play. This should be shown in art classes
Miss Guida Concetta Rinino the woman that you are
Uh, another thing, actually. Concetta is a typical Southern Italian name, and Turin is very much up North. So this would also speak to the diaspora of Southern Italians migrating to the North for jobs during the economic boom, often populating the rapidly espanding working-class neighborhoods in cities like Milan or Turin; to the staggering level of xenophobia and harrassment they received from Northern Italians; and the gross exoticization of Southern women, seen as more subservient, overly-modest and overly-religious, often "backwards" - all clichés that even Southern men were often more than happy to uphold. Hope Guida stuck the thorny stalks in his scalp and dragged.
Making women up like it's a job
are people talking about the labor conditions at Taylor Farms yet? like the fact they use enslaved prisoners in their facilities?
are we drawing the connection between worker safety and consumer safety & public health yet?
are people demanding to see the conditions in this place that keeps making us sick? why are the enslaved workers not having the time to use the bathroom or to rest when ill? very few people would shit in front of their coworkers given any choice at all.
Catching up with AQW, and one of the best parts is how despite everything that happened, the girls do like and care about each other (more than they can afford to admit sometimes)
I'm happy they get to have this, even if it's not ideal. Given the tragedy and family history, Gravelyn, Victoria and Tara getting along is nothing short of a miracle
"I can't believe humans would hunt the thylacine to extinction, humans are fundamentally evil" Hey, did you know that extinction was long thought to be impossible, and within 50 years of humans realizing that extinction via overhunting was a possibility it practically stopped happening? Did you know that humans are so desperate to prevent more losses that they're funneling millions of collective hours and billions of euros into helping other species? Hours and euros that could be spent on humans, and species on whom humanity's own survival does not depend? Did you know that due to an accidental introduction of rats, the Lord Howe Island stick insect population was brought down to 24 individuals and now there are tens of thousands of them?
This bug. This bug that, to most humans, is utterly useless, relatively gross, and completely foreign. Humans saved it because humans do not want to cause another extinction ever again if they can avoid it.
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Seeing you alone with the moonlight above ♪〜
Do you think tumblr will ever learn the difference between “I’m defending this person because I agree with them wholeheartedly and I am also like this person” and “I’m defending this person because your behavior is dangerous and you need to stop”
IMO, blurring the lines between “I’m defending them because they’re right” and “I’m defending them because you’re taking this too far” is step numero uno to cutting down the very existence of fair trial and democracy–even in places where saying that might seem a little dramatic.
Mob mentality is extremely strong in humans and it’s also extremely dangerous. Mobs don’t think things through. Mobs kill and they destroy and they can’t be reasoned with. Someone trying to calm a mob down isn’t someone defending the ~problematic party~ It’s time we re-learn that.
this is what i imagine is happening while drifter is putting moves on brysko
Thinking about Operator finally meeting their childhood best friend, Adis Truth-Bloom, who healed his kin and his friend with his Light, who was taken from them first by war and then by the long sleep/indifference, who has become "The Hunra", ruler of a crime ridden slum, and spent all the years that they were apart fostering resentment.
And when "The Hunra" meets Operator, the "Demon" who took their Light by force, who robbed Sentients of xenoflora, and ended the Old Peace, he will be greeted by the same child who shared with him a playground in a Perita trench and helped him cheat Tauron academy exams.
Thinking about one of them changing in every way, while the other stayed exactly the same AND BOTH ARE NOTHING LIKE THEY REMEMBER EACH OTHER.
ppl are always saying that women are "allowed to cry" more than men are but I don't really think being expected to is the same as being "allowed" to without judgement, because generally the social judgement is still extremely present and imo not made much better by it being a "typical behavior from the likes of you" flavor of contempt
masks as a signifier of deceit or attempting to hide something is Out. masks being used to represent stepping into one's own identity and not one foisted upon them is the new hit craze
masked character removing their mask in front of someone as a sign of trust: boring, overdone, reinforces the idea of the mask as the "fake" identity and the "real" face as the "true" identity
masked character's mask accidentally comes off in front of someone but they look away to avoid seeing their face as a sign of trust and respect: now we're cooking with gas
you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands
op how does it feel to be the most correct person on earth
Well, that's my heart kicked from out of nowhere