County roads
Full of holes
On the route
I need to go
Road construction
Lane obstruction
Let me go
County roads

⁂
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

★

tannertan36

pixel skylines
🪼
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
sheepfilms

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Product Placement
Peter Solarz
dirt enthusiast

shark vs the universe

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
styofa doing anything
Three Goblin Art
d e v o n
occasionally subtle
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Janaina Medeiros

seen from United States
seen from Malaysia

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Germany

seen from Malaysia

seen from Argentina

seen from India

seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from Slovakia

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Türkiye

seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Canada
@maevemactire
County roads
Full of holes
On the route
I need to go
Road construction
Lane obstruction
Let me go
County roads
eva: oh hey you're back early
simon: ocean's haunted
eva: what?
simon: *cocks radiation gun* ocean's haunted
I don't know how strictly accurate this is, but one of the things I find shocking about watching historical dramas is how many people there are around all the time---according to Madame de... (1953) a well-off French household in the Belle Epoque maintains a workforce of at least 3, and the glittering opera has staff just to open doors. According to Shogun (2024) you can expect a deep bench just to mind your household, and again, people who exist to open doors.
Could people....not open doors in the past? Were doors tricky, before the standardization of hinges? Because otherwise, the wealthy used to pay a whole bunch of people to do it for them in multiple contexts, and I find myself baffled.
There is still the job of doorman/porter; their responsibilities are hospitality *and* security.
It's just in the past that more people had household staff (and more people *were* household staff), so historical media that is at all accurate is going to have background characters to do things like open doors, greet visitors, and mind their employer's small and portable valuables.
Also, technology has been able to replace having to have an employee out front of your building -- that's part of what security cameras and doorbell cameras are for. Also we have much better locks nowadays.
Two other technological advancements that have enabled private houses and apartment buildings to dispense with live porters/doormen:
1.) The telephone--your cell phone especially, but landlines too! Before that, if you needed to get in touch with someone faster than a letter would get there (which might have been pretty fast, depending on time and place--in Sherlock Holmes's day, London had three daily mail deliveries! but that still wasn't instaneous), your only other option was to knock on their door--and if they weren't in, someone needed to be there to take a message.
2.) Electric lighting and heat. The porter would sit up till (and often past) your usual hour to come home, and if you still weren't there, they would leave some kind of light burning and a taper for you to light your way to your room. In multifamily buildings, they'd often have a room right inside the door with a small window opening in it, and leave a lamp burning either just inside or outside that window, where they could reach it without getting up, so that that live flame was never left unattended.
In general, it's hard for modern people to understand how ubiquitous, and how necessary servants were in the past, in almost every social stratum. Managing a household run on fire for light, heat, and cooking simply required so much more work--making fires, tending fires, CLEANING THE GODDAMN SOOT OFF OF EVERY SURFACE EVERY DAY--that almost every family had to outsource some of it.
And even if you lived in one of the cities where most of that work could be outsourced outside your own home, the one indispensable servant you still needed was the porter.
In Paris circa 1830, visitors from abroad would often note, in wonderment, that it was possible to live with no servants but the porter. You could hire a cleaner who didn't live in; you could order dinners from the traiteur, who would send them over hot along with dishes and set the table for you--you could even order dinners on a regular schedule, basically a meal subscription; there were even companies that would deliver a bath to your home, with a portable tub and a cask of hot water, and haul away the dirty water when you were done. (If you were already paying for water delivery--which many people did; most of the city got its water from public fountains rather than private wells--economies of scale for fuel meant it was only very slightly more expensive to use one of these services than to heat water yourself.) But all of these services were made possible by having the porter there to let all these other people in and out, take messages, and keep a light burning.
In small multi-family buildings this role was sometimes played by the landlord, which obscured the service relationship, but often (and almost always in larger buildings) they would be hired by the landlord and their wage folded into the rent; they were also often the onsite handyman, just like a live-in superintendent in some apartments today. They would also often be available to take on other service work for the tenants--cleaning, shopping, errands.
It's also hard, I think, for modern people to grok how much cheaper labor was compared to the price of things--food, clothes, manufactured goods. We are used to thinking of things as basically costing their labor costs, with the price of raw materials a rounding error; before industrialization, that ratio was reversed. You've heard the line attributed to Agatha Christie, about how growing up she never expected to be so rich as to be able to afford a motorcar or so poor as to not be able to afford a servant?
Again, Paris circa 1830: In Les Misèrables, one of the privations we are told Marius endures while working his way up to merely poor from absolutely penurious is "sweeping his own landing." By the time he's living in the Gorbeau House, the filthiest tenement we see in the book, he still doesn't have heat in his room, but he is paying the portress to clean his room and buy the bread and eggs for his breakfasts. He pays her, for these services above doorkeeping, thirty-six francs a year, which is six francs more than his rent. His food costs ten times that--one franc a day, three hundred sixty-five a year, eating very frugally but adequately. (He was also spending one hundred francs a year on his outer clothes, fifty francs on underwear, and fifty on laundry, for an exceedingly inadequate wardrobe which did not really allow him to maintain a respectable appearance.)
(Note that laundry is outsourced; no one in a city at almost any income level did their own laundry. Mrs. Beeton--English and half a century later, but applicable--said that in most middle-class households sending out the laundry and hiring another servant to make it possible to do at home cost about the same, and that of the two, sending it out was by far the easiest; she only recommended trying to do laundry at home for large country estates that had less soot to deal with, more space for drying, a long distance from the nearest town, and a large enough household to make it worthwhile.)
AT ANY RATE. tl;dr:
1.) Everyone except the very poorest and people who were servants themselves had servants until very recently. (And the servants did have servants sometimes--in a very large estate, part of the job of the stillroom maid was to wait on the housekeeper, cook, and butler.)
2.) Even the very poorest of the poor still had porters and doorkeepers, if they were renters in a multi-family building, because the building itself could not function without them. The porter or doorkeeper was the single absolutely most essential piece of domestic labor, full stop.
3.) And, what, you think a good doorkeeper is going to let the rich dude open the door himself?
'do you think you're superior for not using AI in your work' thank you for asking! yes i do
THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA (2006) THE MENU (2022)
- cherry wine is about domestic abuse. it’s now called a cute proposal song.
- too sweet is about seizing the day and ignoring healthy habits in favor of having more fun with unhealthy ones. he’s actively critical of himself in the song. it’s now called a song about thinking you’re superior for drinking black coffee.
- take me to church is about worship as a metaphor for sex. it’s called a religious song.
- eat your young is a song about war and political greed. it’s called a song about sex.
- now, the strongly political message of nobody’s soldier is being ignored in favor of calling it a metaphor for hozier’s relationship with his fans.
when are we going to stop simplifying hozier’s music down to cute little cottagecore bogman forest music? maybe you dont want to hear this but i don’t care. quit listening to hozier for the aesthetic. there’s a reason why empire now, foreigner’s god, butchered tongue, etc. songs with unignorable political messages are among his least popular songs.
i’m capable of finding blondes attractive
under the right conditions
Charles Leclerc,is that you?
yes it’s me, monacan f1 driver charles leclerc,i need your help to win my next race, all you have to do is send me the 16 numbers on the front of your debit card, the expiration, and the 3 numbers on the back
It’s Monegasque
"Un-uhlaive? UN-UHLAIVE? Ma'am, that man has been killed. He has been MUHDUHED. To DEATH."
hozier will hear a song and be like "is anyone gonna add some hauntingly beautiful wailing to this" and not wait for an answer
Noah Kahan: I have a deeply conflicted love-hate relationship with the place I grew up and the cognitive dissonance will drive this whole album.
Hozier: fuck yeah, Ireland!!!
"it's baby steps for checo at this point" hes not a rookie, hes been in redbull since the reign of queen elizabeth and in f1 since jesus' last dinner, stop coddling him
unfortunately i do believe posthaste is one of the funniest words out there. how quick am i doing something? fast as fuck my good sir
Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.
It’s so sad that the ghoul boys died on a ghost hunt, from ghosts
And that’s why they won’t post YouTube videos anymore, because they are dead, from ghost hunting ):