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i’m pretty calm and understanding but if i say “please don’t touch me” and you proceed to purposefully touch me, natural instinct will kick in and the large raptor which operates this machine will bite your fucking hand off
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
I’m not worth the cost of a watch.
i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.
i like it when an evil character dies unrepentant and that itself is narratively framed as a great tragedy. when their death scene is very uncomfortable and sobering instead of triumphant for the heroes. when it’s less about what they’ve done and more about what they’ve failed to do, less who they were and more who they failed to ever become… yeeeaaahhhh
The nice thing about solar power is that once you've built a solar farm the sun does not then need to be shipped to you through a series of international shipping lanes that can be cut off by other people's governments in response to the actions of other other people's governments. The sun is not subject to the stupid decisions of people you did not vote for in response to the stupid decisions of other people you did not vote for. The sun does not need to go through the Strait of Hormuz.
Even if you don't care about any of the other arguments in favour of solar power, this is a really good argument in favour of solar power.
I realize maybe I should tell y'all about my thesis!
As you may have guessed, I haven't finished it yet, BUT
If the whole idea of writing a thesis is learning things along the way, I think I can give myself for satisfied with how things have gone so far (I still would have liked to have done it faster, and to be done with it, and not have Damocles' sword hanging over my head...).
So, chapter 1 was about setting up the relationship between narrativity and practical reason, so as to give grounding to the relevance of literature and stories for Ethics. In the process I learned:
A good chunk of the literature on ethics and literature deals mainly with the relationship between author and reader/audience, for which Gadamer's theory of hermeneutics is of key importance.
The turn to ethics is funnily disputed in an academic way, where literature academics insist it is a turn in philosophy towards literature, and philosophers insist it is the other way around.
MacIntyre's grounding of narrativity in an Aristotelian theory of action is HUGELY indebted to G.E.M. Anscombe's Intention.
I was able to insert Alejandro Vigo's interpretation of narrativity in Aristotle through the understanding of human rationality as distinctly possessing the capacity to project itself into the future, which would be the basis of conceiving life as a projective story, and the moral self as a narrative self.
I just think it's neat to support the same idea both from the standpoint of intentions and of ends, specially if ends are tied to a quality that is specific to human rationality (and this because of some more complicated things about how MacIntyre is trying, in After Virtue, to replace a biological telos with a sociological telos. But that would be too long to explain).
Chapter 2 ended up being the Jane Austen chapter. The highlights here were:
Some personal confusion because MacIntyre's set up of his interest in Austen and what he actually ends up describing as relevant later on not matching much. However I think I was able to argue with reasonable solidity how her novels could illustrate MacIntyre's notion of a practice and its relationship with institutions.
By far the most interesting part, however, was connecting the dots between MacIntyre and some feminist readings of Austen, in the sense that S. Morgan ties the fixedness and naiveté verging on stupidity of the Richardsonian heroine (and similar ones) to the idea that character in such novels is tied to sexual definition, whereas in Austen character is not defined sexually. And MacIntyre, on his side, is trying to explain why Austen is 'restoring a teleological orientation' to the virtues, and so he brings up the Humean notion of virtue as such habits as are agreeable or useful. In a Humean scheme chastity can only make sense for its utility, mainly, ensuring the legitimacy of heirs. There where in an Aristotelian sense chastity would be a part of temperance, the rational ordering of appetites and tendencies towards pleasure, governed by prudence and influenced by experience, in a Humean vision it's really about the unquestionable virginity of a woman. The Austenian vision of the heroine is dynamic, the Richardsonian vision of the heroine is static. The dots, you see, the dots!!! (btw, very useful, Austen's absolute roast of a Richardsonian obsession in Sanditon!)
Chapter 3: I'm still working on chapter 3. It's been a calvary to write through, because there are so many things I need to connect, pick up, wrap up here...
The most interesting discovery here was finding an obscure source where a feminist writer challenges MacIntyre about the inclusion of women in the scheme of After Virtue. It is HIGHLY SUSPICIOUS how you can easily read or structure Dependent Rational Animals around her criticism. Both, Susan Moller Okin and him, who does rise up to the challenge and does it very interestingly, are a delight, to me.
In that frame I also managed to finally understand the interest in After Virtue by care ethicists and other feminists who were searching in the 80s for alternatives to systems of ethics (utilitarianism and deontology) which they felt were skewed towards autonomy, independence and rights to the exclusion of vulnerability, dependence, mutual aid, compassion and forgiveness. This also prompted a connection I only barely implied (there would be so much to talk!) with 70s marxist feminists pushing for the reintroduction of men in the domestic sphere and in childrearing to reduce the violence of the capitalistic public space. Very interesting in terms of MacIntyre's marxist background and that Patsy Stoneman mentions these authors in her Eilizabeth Gaskell.
I also in that vein realized how important work as self-realization and community-building activity is for MacIntyre. His concept of practice allows for the inclusion of artisans in the fulfilled life, something that would be very alien to Aristotle. And this ALSO connects with the Marxist notion of alienation and the way industrialization caused a ton of alienation; so MacIntyre's reading of the breakdown of the language of ethics and morality coincides historically with the very beginnings of merncantilism and therefore of capitalism beginning the process of dissolution of productive, meaningful labor within practices. Also very interesting how MacIntyre through the years unites both this sense and the idea, through St. Benedict, of work as prayer and almsgiving. Which leaves me pondering about how so much of the doctrinal disputes surrounding things like the environment really hinges on whether you read the story of Genesis as God placing Adam in the garden to take care of it, or as a commandment to subject and dominate the Earth.
Another thing is realizing that understanding mercy as a moral virtue and not just a feeling is much more justified by MacIntyre than I remembered/realized before.
There's a couple more things, but my eyes are closing off with sleepy, so... that's all for now
listen to me. this is my final message to you. when you are at your lowest a fictional guy will come to you and when that happens you must start putting them in situations. this is the meaning of life.
just got phone call from my neurologist WHO IS ON VACATION may his name never be erased, basically being like. "ok so your insurance is trying to kill you. I've referred dozens of people to Duke for this and this has never happened. they're being purposefully confusing and sending us all in circles. they keep sending me forms asking ME to agree to pay for your treatment no matter how many times I explain that I am THE REFERRING PHYSICIAN. so here's what you're going to do-" and gave us instructions on what to do when the health insurance corporation is trying to kill you
this is not his job. his job is being my neurologist.
his job is not "call patients after hours while I'm on vacation because I'm afraid if I don't give them this guidance their insurance company might murder them and so even though this isn't my job it feels like a fucking hostage situation"
anyway. he confirmed that the shit my insurance has been pulling for a month and a half is explicitly Trying To Kill The Patient behavior. told us to get everything in writing. sending us a whole packet of every single relevant form and piece of paperwork so we have it all on hand. told us to contact the patient advocate and if that doesn't work, we're going to have to go outside the company entirely and get the state insurance ombudsman involved.
so. that's fun. and a totally productive use of everyone's time and resources. I've had insurance companies be shitty to me but I've never been the Patient They're Explicitly Trying To Kill before. like I've never had them throw this much energy at blocking a procedure this lifesaving. it actually feels even worse than I thought it would!
I think in the same way there's a 90/10 rule with horror and comedy (horror works best when it's 90% horror and 10% comedy and vice versa) there's a 90/10 rule for some relationships in fiction that's like. Wholesome and fucked up. A good friendship is at its most compelling when it's also 10% a bit fucked up. Fucked up relationship is at its most compelling when there's at least 10% of something actually sweet and substantive within. Do you get me
Every time I remake the same post about how the people typically portrayed as being "poor" in pop histories of the georgian and regency periods are really just lower level gentry and it's insulting to the lower classes of the era and also just not true to describe them as relatively "badly off" I get ninety billion people saying that actually wealthy white english women in 1810 did have it bad as though it's a trump card, so I would just like to ask everyone to join me in a group exercise where we all put our heads together and see if we can think of a group of people to which "poor" and "woman" could possibly both apply
It was often miserable to be poor in early nineteenth century britain and ireland: true ✅
It was often miserable to be a woman in early nineteenth century britain and ireland: true ✅
It was often miserable to be a poor woman in early nineteenth century britain and ireland: thankfully this one is not true as women only existed in the upper classes and therefore the heights of oppression for women were such horrors as "arranged marriage" or "only had one servant" and not "arm torn off in a factory machine; no recourse of any kind as women aren't actually legally allowed to be working at that factory and early workers rights movements were male exclusive" or "indefinitely imprisoned in a lock hospital by the government as a prostitute, the evidence being that she was living on the streets because she couldn't afford rent." learned this one today from my tumblr notes
It’s crazy Mr. perfect media training was going to the leather club every weekend with his very identifiable face tattoo, getting absolutely shitfaced, and snorting fisher price coke off the table and it never caused a scandal.
I even wonder if he liked it, so purposefully breaking the rules. Flirting with the idea of ruining his career but careful /protected enough it’ll never happen.
Anyway how many phones and digital cameras do you think Andrew’s collectively smashed in the last 2 years?
I don't know if it's just me being in small fandoms, but fandom as a whole feels...really lonely as of late. People have split themselves up so much that they don't discuss things the way they did before, they just kind of post their stuff and leave and half their audience "consumes" it like "content". There's no comments, barely kudos, the only places fans talk with each other anymore are on private discord servers that no one ever finds out about...I don't know, I'm a bit of an old and I feel like I'm screaming out into the void for no reason at this point. Sure, "somebody" will like my stuff, but will I ever get to know about it?
I think about this kind of thing a lot, anon, and I think my generation (Gen X/xillennial) kind of did folks dirty a bit.
In our defense, we didn't know we were.
I'm an educator by profession, as well as on this hobby blog, and so I spend a lot of time thinking about how people learn things. A lot of learning is social, and a lot of it happens when parents teach their children.
When I was growing up, pre-internet, my parents taught me how to talk to other adults in our community, how to play with other children, how to order food in a restaurant, how to call a business and ask a question. They literally walked me through how to do all of that stuff and more because those were daily skills in the world at that time.
We've spent the last 20+ years talking about how kids today are "digital natives" - but have we spent enough time teaching kids how to keep a conversation going when you're not in the same room as the other person? How to leave a comment on a post by a person you don't know? How to show your appreciation to a content creator? What a content creator even is and how that differs from a fan creator?
I know there are a lot of jokes out there about different things that would kill a Victorian child, but I think what would actually be difficult for them would be the lack of rules and instructions that kids today receive from the adults in their lives.
I don't have kids myself, so maybe this is all just bullshit and I'm talking directly out of my ass. But a LOT of the time when I notice someone doing something 'wrong' it's because no one ever told them how to do it right.
I kind of suspect that might be part of what's happening in fandom these days. Combine the above with the fact that fandom got inundated with new members in 2020 during quarantine and lock downs, and it's not surprising to me that a large percentage of the people in fandom today don't approach things the way that we used to before.
i don't fault them for it. When fandom was smaller and the internet was new, we used to take the time to bring people in. But now, it feels like 'everyone knows XYZ' so why does it need to be taught? And with how fast things move, it's more rare for newcomers to lurk for a while before they dive into everything.
This is a very long answer to a problem that probably just needed a listening ear, but I hope what you take away from this is an understanding that you're not the only one who feels the difference. I see this same experience shared in the notes on my posts all the time.
There is no easy fix for the situation and it certainly won't be fast to change, but maybe if we mentor a bit more when we have the spoons to, we can shift the culture a bit? One fan at a time?
If you managed to get all the way to the end of this, do yourself a favour and leave a comment on a fic or reblog a post with some chatty tags. DM somemeone or tag them or send them an ask just to let them know you see them and you think they're cool.
Even if nothing happens as a result, you tried. And maybe you just made someone's day. 💗
return to office is literally a scheme made up by Big Corporation to sell more office
Outstanding!
Reminds me of the time we dared a brick oven pizza restaurant to make a pizza with so much garlic we couldn't finish it.
Boy did they deliver. The pizza had (no exaggeration) a solid inch of chopped garlic on top. It was fucking delicious. Multiple times we spotted restaurant workers peeking at us from the kitchen, with an obvious "my god they're actually eating it!" energy.
Of course we left a massive tip. Leaving the place we felt like triumphant Olympians gold-medaling the Pizza Event.
Only one problem.
This was a lunch time experience, and we worked at a small software development firm and there was a scheduled all-hands meeting after lunch. Our supervisor (politely) asked us to leave the meeting because we reeked of garlic.
That sounds more like a solution than a problem to me, the meeting hater
Shhhhhh, don't tell Management.
People used to carry lockets with pictures of their loved ones, now they get tattoos. And may I say… let’s go back to lockets
I prefer the lockers with the lock of the loved one's hair.
tbh i love hear me outs but i also love the opposite of hear me outs where it’s like nearly everyone thinks they’re fuckable except you
count me outs
I don't like it.
It's absolutely fascinating, just think about it:
If this cupboard was ending well above guardrail, it'll be just hanging cupboard. Maybe a bit precarious one, but essentially okay.
If it was going down to the floor without guardrail, it'd be just standing cupboard. Peculiar placement, but essentially okay.
This is a singular most unnerving way it could be possibly done.
Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.