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happy Thursday the 20th
Iād have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?
next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th
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Death Culture in a lot of the US is so depressing and isolating. I know this doesnāt speak to every cultureās tradition and experience bc there are so many people and cultures in the country, but largely this is what I see.
People afraid of death. Not of dying, but of the concept and precense of death.
When someone dies, itās spoken about very quietly and very privately, almost like it should be a secret.
Viewings and funerals have sanitized atmospheres, where you walk into a funeral home and very quietly tell the nearest family member that youāre sorry, and they say thank you, and you leave quickly, just as quietly.
People donāt explain death to their children, or they even hide it (replacing dead pets with identical ones, usually with fish or hamsters).
Worst of all, when the process is all over, when the body is in the ground or an urn, people stop talking about the person as if their memory is a taboo.
It has been eight years since my dad died. Eight. And people still avoid bringing him up around me. Sometimes theyāll even apologize if they mention him. If I meet someone new and mention he died, eight years ago, they say āoh Iām so sorryā and avoid saying anything ever again that may reference me having a dad.
Itās like when someone dies here, people want to pretend they never lived.
Iāve never understood this sort of culture, because on my momās side, weāve always been super open about death. When a family member dies, we stand up by their body at the wake and tell lively stories about them. People laugh loudly and cry freely and share the most noble and most hilariously embarrassing moments they hold dear to them with the person we lost.
At the house we eat all day, but we can never eat enough, because more and more people bring more and cook more. We drink, and we even play instruments and sing, and we tell more stories.
And we tell the children what death means. And we donāt stop talking about the person once theyāre in the ground.
If I miss them, I can message a family member and share a memory and feel better again.
So it always astounds me when someone asks me about my parents, and the way I watch them absolutely clam up when I say my dad died when I was in high school. I see in their eyes the way they silently make a note to never bring him up again.
Of course, if I ASKED them not to, thatād be one thing.
But I canāt ignore that we live largely in a society where death is a secret thing. A scary and inappropriate topic that happens behind closed doors. A dirty fact of life that we deal with as quickly as possible and canāt wait to wash our hands of.
I think it makes it harder for everyone. I hate that I feel I canāt bring up my own father, who raised me for seventeen years, without making Polite Company visibly uncomfortable.
Death is part of life. Itās going to happen to all of us, and Iām grateful to know that when it eventually happens to me, my family will laugh and cry and sing and eat my favorite food and drink my favorite drinks and tell embarrassing stories about me and my memory will stay with them because theyāll never lock it away in some secret little drawer deemed impolite and scary and dark.
There are so many cultures that process death in much healthier ways, and Iām not saying we should take heir traditions, but I think we should follow their example.
As it is, death is an isolating experience. We need to start talking about it.
Death isnāt evil, or inherently bad, or mysterious. It just happens. And it hurts. And itās hard and sad and difficult to navigate. But all of those things are better managed when we talk and remember.
Iām usually careful mentioning recent ones in case the person Iām talking to doesnāt want to break down just then, but that still ties into the whole ānot publicly processing griefā thing
Oh of course! I respect that itās painful to think about someone you just lost and that some people would prefer to not bring it up at the lunch buffet. I guess Iām getting more at the idea that if someone DOES want to talk about someone they lost, other people act uncomfortable and overly careful and often actually make the person who experienced the loss feel like they shouldnāt bring it up anymore for the sake of their company.
When my dad died, I talked about him all the time and made jokes. One day one of my classmates caught me crying about it and said āI just didnāt think you were ever that upset about itā¦ā¦ā
Itās like thereās a grief stencil weāre supposed to follow to appear like weāre processing loss in a way thatās appropriate and wonāt offend anyone else, and Iām not a fan of the model.
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the only acceptable jobs for spider-man
broke high schooler
broke college student
freelance photographer
high school teacher
unpaid intern
pizza delivery guy
research assistant for doomed scientific project
guy who stands on street and spins sign for quiznos
being spider-man
and thats IT i dont want any of this āhes a genius tech ceo making millionsā SHIT. Spider-man is BROKE and he missed rent this month and he has a tiny apartment and thats how its MEANT TO BE. he doesnt make money because he is our Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-man and not fucking Tony Stark.
how about dog walker while in spiderman costume
you. you get it
im imaginingĀ ābeing spider-manā as his full-time gig and i just
he has a patreon. the description is just the wordsĀ āIām Spider-Manā and all he ever posts is specifically-requested selfies from people who want to be sure its really him. pinned to the top of the page is a picture from the top of the empire state building (not the observation deck, the real top) of his spider-gloved hand holding a bagel that is on fire, with 34th street in the background
Astronauts Anne McClain and Serena AuĆ±Ć³n-Chancellor Work Aboard the Station via NASA https://ift.tt/2SFSutQ
*sniff* *sniff*Ā
I love this cat even if he is so dirty he ruins my hand every time I pat him
Thatās dusty dan you fool
Please do not tell me lies about my favourite neighbour. His name is on his collar: āAlbert (Bertie)ā
Dirty Bertie
ICESat-2 Reveals Profile of Ice Sheets via NASA https://ift.tt/2QrCRJM
I LOVE THIS MAN YOU DONāT EVEN KNOOOW
Planktonās VA:Ā āMy name is Plankton. Come and eat at the Chum Bucket! Every fucking day! You come down, and weāll shuff your face full of shit! [laughs] Iām just kidding, donāt come to the Chum Bucket. Itās horrible. Horrible!ā
This is all i ever wanted, to hear plankton say āfuckā
