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I think one of the things that really gets me about Hadestown is the way it gets collective action, specifically the timeline of it, in a way that I don’t see from most other musicals about protest.
Because the thing is, most of the time you don’t get the happy, clean, we win! ending of Newsies or The Prom. You get wins that feel like that in the moment, sure. Moments like in Promises when you’ve finally gotten them to listen to you and you’re hugging your friends and feeling like nothing can possibly go wrong now. The union gets a contract. One of the biggest demands you had was met. You feel invincible. Courageous in a crowd.
But then a year later you’re right back on the picket line, because corporate found another way to screw you, or you have to go back and renegotiate for the demands you didn’t get on the first round, or a new problem has come up that no one could have foreseen. And maybe this time, not all your friends from the first protest are there with you. Some of them got too burned out to continue fighting, or they fell out of the group socially, or worse they stopped believing the cause can be won. When progress feels slow and it feels like you’re alone in believing in it, doubt comes in.
Change is cyclical in the way any given cause rotates between action and planning, riding waves of public outrage to make big pushes and quietly accumulating support, raising awareness, negotiating the results of whatever the latest push has won. A lot of the time during the slower parts of the cycle, it can feel like you’re not moving at all, or even like you’re right back where you started. You look back on all the work you put in and wonder if any of it was worth it. Maybe you were just being naive to imagine the way the world could be. Maybe you came all this way to fail.
And you know what? Maybe you did fail. Maybe everything you tried was doomed from the start. But what really defines you is what you do next.
Do you still believe in the cause? Do you still begin to sing fight for it again, even if it didn’t turn out the way you wanted this time? That is the important thing. That is the thing that Hadestown understands so well.
I feel like looking back on big social movements from the past, learning about them in history classes or reading about them in books, they feel a lot quicker than they were. It seems like these fights were won, clean and happy, almost overnight. Even if you’re told the months or years between important major events, it’s hard to fully understand. You don’t learn about the cycle, or how frustrating and exhausting it can be.
Hadestown is so effective as a protest media in part because it’s about the cycle. Orpheus and Eurydice and the workers lose and win and lose every night. But the ending still says that it was worth it to try, and it salutes the birds that sing in the dead of night—the people who keep the fight going even when things aren’t moving fast, even when they don’t have a crowd to make them courageous.
Just… Hadestown, cycles, and collective action, man. I wish I had a more clever conclusion than that.
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I want to do that thing caterpillars do with the coccoon. I don't even want to come out different I just want to lay down and be warm
they turn into goo inside their cocoon:)
it probably feels awesome
the "came back wrong" trope except like... they didnt. like this mad scientists wife died, and so he studied necromancy, brought her back, and she came back and it all worked. like she came back exactly the same as she was before with literally no difference. but the scientist guy is like "oh no... what have i done.... shes Different now!!!! she came back Wrong!!!!" and shes just like. chilling. reading a book. cooking dinner. shes just so so normal but in the guys mind hes like "oh shes soooo weird" but shes just normal
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NO its a JOKE and YOU DONT GET IT. ITS NOT THAT DEEP
While she was dead he put his memory of her on such a high pedestal that she could never live up to it alive
alternatively‚ she came back perfectly fine but he thinks she came back wrong‚ because the tragic reality is that he never actually knew his wife
im going INSANE thats MY POST.
It's your post but the journey to posting it changed it to such a degree that even its closest intimacies are now foreign to you. Sorry dude.
“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
Worlds oldest haunted house has passed away at the age of 207
I think you have a fundamental misunderstanding of... maybe everything actually
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The Holy Pilgrimage
This was my first year attending Dashcon 2 and it. Was. INCREDIBLE!!! It was genuinely such a joy to be apart of! Im not sure If I will be able to go in person again but just know. The Mospel (Muppet Gospel) will be spread.
HAUL!!!
I love hozier so much
there’s just something so awesome about a character you love getting really badly hurt
playing stupid games but im really bad at them so im not even winning the stupid prizes
once i had a dream that i killed every person who had ever lived and who ever would live. then i got transported to a flat plain made entirely of water that i could walk on. i met god, and they said ‘you killed everyone. now what?’ and then i woke up and had to stare at the wall for a while
Flattened Clown Beetles: these beetles have remarkably thin, flat bodies that can slide beneath the bark of dead and dying trees
Above: Hololepta plana and Hololepta aequalis
Beetles of the genus Hololepta are often referred to as flat clown beetles, due to their wafer-thin bodies and the "clown-shoe" shape of their feet. They measure roughly 8-10mm long, but their bodies have a thickness of just 1mm, which is about as thick as a credit card; this peculiar morphology allows them to crawl beneath the bark of dead or dying trees, where they feed on the larvae of other arthropods.
Above: Hololepta aequalis
As this book explains:
The flat clown beetle is profoundly flattened—the depth of the body is approximately one-tenth its total length. The legs are pressed against the body for effective pushing, and the mandibles extend far forward to allow the beetle to capture prey in narrow spaces. The entire body is strongly armored, a feature shared by other members of the Histeridae.
Above: Hololepta plana
The name of the genus Hololepta is derived from the Greek words hólos and leptós, meaning "completely thin." Most of the beetles in this genus have flat, rectangular bodies, large mandibles, and shiny black exoskeletons.
Above: Hololepta species
These beetles often carry phoretic mites, which have tiny, globular bodies with a reddish-brown or pink appearance.
Above: phoretic mites hitching a ride on some flat clown beetles
Sources & More Info:
The Book of Beetles: Flat Clown Beetle
The Museum of Natural History at the University of Oxford: A Family of Clown Beetles
iNaturalist: Genus Hololepta
A Color Guide to Beetles: Hololepta plana
Beetles of Eastern North America: Hololepta aequalis
Beetles of the World: a Natural History: Clown or Hister Beetles
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“Her skin was soft, softer than I remembered, as if she was rotten too, a fallen Eve. Under us I could hear the apples rumble. Not a real sound, but a sort of internal buzzing, like how you can imagine hearing nails and hair growing or buds opening.” ― Jenny Hval, Paradise Rot