from john ciardi’s translation of “the inferno” by dante alighieri
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from john ciardi’s translation of “the inferno” by dante alighieri
Hamda al Fahim | Fall/Winter 2020 Couture
language mastery, or: knowing which mistakes to make to sound natural
i can’t believe there are people who live in such historically rich places like italy or scotland or greece or paris with old architecture and ruins and museums… the audacity.
William Gatewood House, Restored by Gil Schafer
“Being born a woman is my awful tragedy. From the moment I was conceived I was doomed to sprout breasts and ovaries rather than penis and scrotum; to have my whole circle of action, thought and feeling rigidly circumscribed by my inescapable feminity. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars--to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording--all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night...”
- Sylvia Plath
sometimes I get so jealous of other people’s social skills. like damn. they can talk to people?? and people like them?? look at all those people who like them. wtf. illegal
Paolo Sebastian | The Passage of Spring
In Greece we don’t say ‘shut up’, we say ‘σκάσε’ (skase) which translates to explode, as in literally blow up your own body so that I won’t have to listen to you talking, and I think that’s beautiful.
the stereotype that women talk more than men is infinitely amusing to me because men are literally incapable of shutting the fuck up
i hope this post gets popular enough that i hurt a man’s feelings
It’s not a stereotype it’s a proven fact you femanazi piece of shit.
lmao there it is
You wanna talk proven facts? This shit’s been done, son: researcher Dale Spencer in Australia used audio and video tape to independently evaluate who talked the most in mixed-gender university classroom discussions. Regardless of the gender ratio of the students, whether the instructor was deliberately trying to encourage female participation or not, men always talked more—whether the metric was minutes of talking or number of words spoken.
Moreover, men literally have no clue how much they talk. When Spencer asked students to evaluate their perception of who talked more in a given discussion, women were pretty accurate; but men perceived the discussion as being “equal” when women talked only 15% of the time, and the discussion as being dominated by women if they talked only 30% of the time.
Spencer’s conclusion, if I may parahprase: you only think we talk too much because you’d rather we were silent.
Don’t fuck with me, asshole, I’m a scientist.
Filed under shit I will never put up with again.
I want a sitcom which is just every single Shakespeare character as college students in a dorm building.
I love WORDS 😭 the best shit 🥰 inherited words 👏🏻 cognates 👀 loanwords 😍 culturally specific words 🙌🏻 old forms still in use 🤜🏻 all of it slaps and words are just so good 😭