universal pictures really dug themselves into a hole with the āminions flock to the biggest villain on the planetā thing because thereās no way to deny that minions must have worked for like, fascist italy or the mafiaā¦ but they made their bed so now they can lie in it
minions are directly responsible for every war crime and atrocity in human history
ok but it gets better (and by better i mean more horrifying)
apparently the minions retire to antarctica after the fall of napoleon, and only go back to minioning in 1968
which means the filmmakers conveniently avoided having the minions work for hitler, but in the process imply that, had they been around, they totally would have
I was shockingly surprised by how very good this is...
This is an honest, open story from a young woman about her marriage. There are some powerful truths spoken here, worthy of notice and reflection. If youāre married, have ever been married, or plan on getting married eventually, this is for you.
From Tickld via Reddit:
My āAha Momentā happened because of a package of hamburger meat. I asked my husband to stop by the store to pick up a few things for dinner, and when he got home, he plopped the bag on the counter. I started pulling things out of the bag, and realized heād gotten the 70/30 hamburger meat ā which means itās 70% lean and 30% fat.
I asked, āWhatās this?ā
āHamburger meat,ā he replied, slightly confused.
āYou didnāt get the right kind,ā I said.
āI didnāt?ā He replied with his brow furrowed. ā Was there some other brand you wanted or something?ā
āNo. Youāre missing the point, ā I said. āYou got the 70/30. I always get at least the 80/20.ā
He laughed. āOh. Thatās all? I thought Iād really messed up or something.ā
Thatās how it started. I launched into him. I berated him for not being smarter. Why would he not get the more healthy option? Did he even read the labels? Why canāt I trust him? Do I need to spell out every little thing for him in minute detail so he gets it right? Also, and the thing I was probably most offended by, why wasnāt he more observant? How could he not have noticed over the years what I always get? Does he not pay attention to anything I do?
I suddenly felt terrible. And embarrassed for myself. He was right. It really wasnāt anything to get bent out of shape over. And there I was doing just that. Over a silly package of hamburger meat that he dutifully picked up from the grocery store just like I asked. If I had specific requirements, I should have been clearer. I didnāt know how to gracefully extract myself from the conversation without coming across like I have some kind of split personality, so I just mumbled something like, āYeah. I guess weāll make do with this. Iām going to start dinner.ā
He seemed relieved it was over and he left the kitchen.
And then I sat there and thought long and hard about what Iād just done. And what Iād been doing to him for years, probably. The āhamburger meat moment,ā as Iāve come to call it, certainly wasnāt the first time I scolded him for not doing something the way I thought it should be done. He was always putting something away in the wrong place. Or leaving something out. Or neglecting to do something altogether. And I was always right there to point it out to him.
Why do I do that? How does it benefit me to constantly belittle my husband? The man that Iāve taken as my partner in life. The father of my children. The guy I want to have by my side as I grow old. Why do I do what women are so often accused of, and try to change the way he does every little thing? Do I feel like Iām accomplishing something? Clearly not if I feel I have to keep doing it. Why do I think itās reasonable to expect him to remember everything I want and do it just that way? The instances in which he does something differently, does it mean heās wrong? When did āmy wayā become āthe only way?ā When did it become okay to constantly correct him and lecture him and point out every little thing I didnāt like as if he were making some kind of mistake?
And how does it benefit him? Does it make him think, āWow! Iām sure glad she was there to set me straight?ā I highly doubt it. He probably feels like Iām harping on him for no reason whatsoever. And it Iām pretty sure it makes him think his best approach in regards to me is to either stop doing things around the house, or avoid me altogether.
Two cases in point. #1. I recently found a shard of glass on the kitchen floor. I asked him what happened. He said he broke a glass the night before. When I asked why he didnāt tell me, he said, āI just cleaned it up and threw it away because I didnāt want you to have a conniption fit over it.ā #2. I was taking out the trash and found a pair of blue tube socks in the bin outside. I asked him what happened and why heād thrown them away. He said, āThey accidentally got in the wash with my jeans. Every time I put in laundry, you feel the need to remind me not to mix colors and whites. I didnāt want you to see them and reinforce your obvious belief that I donāt know how to wash clothes after 35 years.ā
So it got to the point where he felt it was a better idea ā or just plain easier ā to cover things up than admit he made a human error. What kind of environment have I created where he feels heās not allowed to make mistakes?
I know now that what he means is, āthis thing that has you so upset is a small detail, or a matter of opinion, or a preference, and I donāt see why youāre making it such a big deal.ā But from my end I came to interpret it over time that he didnāt care about my happiness or trying to do things the way I think they should be done. I came to view it like āthis guy just doesnāt get it.ā I am clearly the brains of this operation.
I started thinking about what Iād observed with my friendsā relationships, and things my girlfriends would complain about regarding their husbands, and I realized that I wasnāt alone. Somehow, too many women have fallen into the belief that Wife Always Knows Best. Thereās even a phrase to reinforce it: āHappy wife, happy life.ā That doesnāt leave a lot of room for his opinions, does it?
Itās an easy stereotype to buy into. Look at the media. Movies, TV, advertisements ā theyāre all filled with images of hapless husbands and clever wives. He canāt cook. He canāt take care of the kids. If you send him out to get three things, heāll come back with two ā and theyāll both be wrong. We see it again and again.
What this constant nagging and harping does is send a message to our husbands that says āwe donāt respect you. We donāt think youāre smart enough to do things right. We expect you to mess up. And when you do, youāll be called out on it swiftly and without reservation.ā Given this kind of negative reinforcement over time, he feels like nothing he can do is right (in your eyes). If heās confident with himself and who he is, heāll come to resent you. If heās at all unsure about himself, heāll start to believe you, and it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. Neither one is a desirable, beneficial outcome to you, him or the marriage.
Did my husband do the same to me? Just as Iām sure there are untold numbers of women who donāt ever do this kind of thing to their husbands, Iām sure there are men who do it to their wives too. But I donāt think of it as a typical male characteristic. As I sat and thought about it, I realized my husband didnāt display the same behavior toward me. I even thought about some of the times I really did make mistakes. The time I backed into the gate and scratched the car? He never said a word about it. The time I was making dinner, got distracted by a call from my mom, and burned it to cinders? He just said, āWe can just order a pizza.ā The time I tried to put the new patio furniture together and left his good tools out in the rain? āAccidents happen,ā was his only response.
I shuddered to think what I would have said had the shoe been on the other foot and heād made those mistakes.
So is he just a better person than me? Why doesnāt he bite my head off when I donāt do things the way he likes? Iād be a fool to think it doesnāt happen. And yet I donāt remember him ever calling me out on it. It doesnāt seem heās as intent as changing the way I do things. But why?
Maybe I should take whatās he always said at face value. The fact that these little things āreally donāt matter that much to himā is not a sign that heās lazy, or that heās incapable of learning, or that he just doesnāt give a damn about what I want. Maybe to him, the small details are not that important in his mind ā and justifiably so. Theyāre not the kinds of things to start fights over. Theyāre not the kinds of things he needs to change about me. It certainly doesnāt make him dumb or inept. Heās just not as concerned with some of the minutia as I am. And itās why he doesnāt freak out when heās on the other side of the fence.
The bottom line in all this is that I chose this man as my partner. Heās not my servant. Heās not my employee. Heās not my child. I didnāt think he was stupid when I married him ā otherwise I wouldnāt have. He doesnāt need to be reprimanded by me because I donāt like the way he does some things.
When I got to that point mentally, it then made me start thinking about all the good things about him. Heās intelligent. Heās a good person. Heās devoted. Heās awesome with the kids. And he does always help around the house. (Just not always to my liking!) Even more, not only does he refrain from giving me grief when I make mistakes or do things differently than him, heās always been very agreeable to my way of doing things. And for the most part, if he notices I prefer to do something a certain way, he tries to remember it in the future. Instead of focusing on those wonderful things, I just harped on the negative. And again, I know Iām not alone in this.
If we keep attempting to make our husbands feel small, or foolish, or inept because they occasionally mess up (and I use that term to also mean ādo things differently than usā), then eventually theyāre going to stop trying to do things. Or worse yet, theyāll actually come to believe those labels are true.
In my case itās my husband of 12+ years Iām talking about. The same man who thanklessly changed my car tire in the rain. The guy who taught our kids to ride bikes. The person who stayed with me at the hospital all night when my mom was sick. The man who has always worked hard to make a decent living and support his family.
He knows how to change the oil in the car. He can re-install my computerās operating system. He lifts things for me that are too heavy and opens stuck jar lids. He shovels the sidewalk. He can put up a ceiling fan. He fixes the toilet when it wonāt stop running. I canāt (or donāt) do any of those things. And yet I give him grief about a dish out of place. Heās a good man who does a lot for me, and doesnāt deserve to be harassed over little things that really donāt matter in the grand scheme of things.
It takes two to make a partnership. No one is always right and no one is always wrong. And youāre not always going to see eye-to-eye on every little thing. It doesnāt make you smarter, or superior, or more right to point out every little thing he does thatās not to your liking. Ladies, remember, itās just hamburger meat.
YES. Bitch, YES. And the only reason he still didnāt dump your abusive ass is because you have successfully put an enormous amount of effort into destroying his self-esteem. And because the legal system has been shifting into equating divorce with social and economic suicide for men during the last several decades.
That was the story of My Life for 5 years .However l still left because her making me feel guilty wasnāt stopping her abuse and I tried several times to end it just to get away from her.
it honestly did hurt me to leave her but I know it would hurt me more if I stayed.
Virtually same thing here (6 years). She dumped me after I requested my money back that she took for specific purpose and āchanged her mindā in regards to fulfilling it halfway into. This was my āEnoughā moment.
My enough moment was a heaping helping of sexual assault and the time when I broke my ankle in an accident and she accused me of purposely injuring myself to take time away from her. That and she believed that if I loved her enough I would have endured more pain just to see her.
Honestly not wanting to put up with shit like this is why I donāt want to get married, this sounds like so many people I know. Virtually every married couple I know is like this. A family member was going to go on vacation with his family but because of the flight time they were going to have to wake up at like 1:30am. Well he decided it would be better to just not go to sleep because a couple hours of sleep wouldnāt make a difference and it might be too hard to wake up that early. His wife got upset started tearing into telling him he needed to go to sleep and that if he didnāt heād be grumpy and started calling him selfish and I was just likeā¦when did wives become mothers who think they can tell their husbands when they have to go to bed. Can a man not decide to skip an hour of sleep without causing a fight.Ā
I see men that do everything in secret like they have something terrible to hide because they have to answer for everything they do, not just āmistakes.ā So they get tired of hearing the nagging, or the running commentary.Ā
This wife always knows best thing seems to apply no matter what. I know women who are legit stupid and make everything they touch way more difficult and frustrating for everyone, and then still get their way because they nag, bitch berate and complain so much itās easier to do things the stupid more difficult way than it is to listen to them.
Putting a cup there instead of here shouldnāt elicit a response like you just found a stash of child porn.
I liked this article because it recognizes a huge problem, which is the first step really. Itās not the solution and doesnāt end the abuse full stop, but it is a start and Iād like more people to recognize this bullshit as abusive. My partner acts very similarly and Iāll end up walking on eggshells and donning whole entire other personalities at times because itās what will prevent/end a fight and it is fucking ridiculous. I have a difficult time establishing it as very wrong in my own head, even though heāll even get mad if I Iāve described his actions back to him because he even thinks it sounds horrible. Itās important to be able to identify and address narcissistic behaviorāand that we arenāt only learning about it from the narcissists in our lives. I do wish the article would have addressed therapy though because that is a huge factor in being serious about getting better and changing the way one interacts with the people in their lives.
This post really speaks to me, because just last year my girlfriend of 4 years would berate me for even the smallest things. If I met her Ā¼ of the way instead of Ā½ the way between our dorm rooms she would scold me the entire way back. If I sat at a different table in the Library she was mad because I messed up her pattern. If I waited inside the foyer instead of just outside the entrance I was inconsiderate and late. It got to the point that aĀ āgood dateā for me was when I was only verbally beaten down once, and if no verbal beat down came I actually got nervous and began worrying about how bad it would be when it eventually happened.
My boyfriend talks in his sleep and because heās bilingual, he says some hilarious/weird/sometimes creepy shit. I ask him every morning if he remembers saying this stuff and he has no idea about any of it.Ā
Here are some of my favorites:
-āBabe, can you please turn down the brightness of your skinā
-After stealing all of the blankets:Ā āThis is my right as a humanā
-After I take the blankets back:Ā āI donāt want your freedom, America. Just blanketā
-Sometimes he just saysĀ āHello?ā as if heās answering a phone call
-One night he just saidĀ āCabbageā which is weird because he doesnāt know the english word for that when heās awake.Ā
-After spooning me:Ā āYou have a nice buttā
-āWho is that in the corner?ā (terrifying)
-āWatch out for the red ladyā (even more terrifying)
-Sometimes he will say things in German and it sounds like heās speaking Parseltongue
-One time I actually think he said something in Parseltongue
-One time he talked about buying a ticket toĀ āeverywhereā and then just saidĀ āhello?ā after two minutes of silence
-And my all time favorite: āThis is MY yogurt, Satanā
right after Harry finds out a dangerous mass murderer has escaped prison and is trying to kill him he is still more upset about the fact he canāt visit the wizard sweet shop on weekends and this is why I love him
Fun fact: Itās not to a boy, but to her record company. They refused to release her album until she wrote them a love song to have as a single, since it was the most marketable in her genre. She was pissed about this, as she was happy with her album choices and didnt wanna force a kitschy single for those assholes.
So, this woman literally wrote this lyrical fuck you, and performed it, right for these guys. She verbally told them āI wonāt write you a love songā and basically told them to stick it where the sun donāt shine but the producers /didnāt realize it was about them/ and accepted it as the single.
TLDR: Love Song by Sara Bareilles is a giant middle finger to music producers and big money interfering in art. Shes a badass
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