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chipped
Man, this is such a perfect analogy. âChippedâ⌠Just damaged enough for it to show at times, but not nearly broken enough to warrant fixing. And so often does the chipped cup turn itself to show its undamaged side.
someone put it in words
i love this. this is a beautiful way of setting out how a lot of people feel
working full time is terrible why do we just accept that having 8 days off a month is normal and okay........ being alive could be cool but we waste it at our JOBS.... sorry iâm just heated about capitalism again iâll be fine
8 days....never thought about it like that đ
This seems really whiny to me. Like, I agree with you, work sucks, but our ancestors didnât get to browse tumblr at their desks or have the option to gleefully spend their ENTIRE WEEKENDS horizontal on the couch stuffing their faces/watching tv/playing video games/wacking off. They didnât have weekends. They just slaved away as fucking peasants from dawn to dusk until they died in childbirth or got the consumption.
I am perfectly happy working 8 hrs a day because I donât have to:
grow my own food
find my own clean water
heat my house
shit in the woods
Hi, I study social and cultural anthropology. Humans working 40+ hours a week is 100% an industrial revolution thing and was not normal in the early stages of our existence. In fact, hunter and gatherer societies that still exist to this day spend about 15-20 hours a week TOPS working. The rest is dedicated to sitting around and telling stories and jokes, dancing, singing, eating, sleeping, fucking and so forth. Read a damn book.
Medieval peasants lived grueling, terrible lives. But their vacation days beat out the policies now common even in progressive societies.
If it was just that you genuinely get off on the thought of being exploited for your labor, we wouldn't shame you for it, but demanding EVERYONE engage in that lifestyle even if it's not our kink? That's not cool, dude.
brennan and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day
I get a little bit Genghis Khan I donât want you to get it on With nobody else but me
My favorite top YouTube comment:
Traces of coca and nicotine found in Egyptian mummies -Â WTF fun facts
well DUH. a lot of historians are still trying to process the fact that ancient egyptians knew how to build boats, which is ridiculous. why would they not be seafarers and explorers?
this is not new or surprising information at all. it pretty much day one of any african-american studies course.
the egyptians knew that if they put their boats in front of the summer storm winds itâd blow them right across the sea to the Americas and they shared that with the greeks.
Itâs really hard for people to understand that everyone had boats, exploration, and trade interactions without the same level of murder, colonization, and violence that the Europeans did. Itâs really hard for people to get that.
Well, no people find hard to understand that one of the earliest civilizations could build a boat sturdy enough and reliable enough to cross a 8,766 mile stretch that gave people thousands of years of technological progress later great difficulty.
The notion that technology is a steady upward climb of âprogressâ is, itself, part of a Eurocentric historical narrative revolving around the tacit teleological assertion that Western European civilisation represents the culmination and endpoint of history.
In reality, technologies are frequently discovered, lost and rediscovered, often multiple times, and frequently in parallel. A Dark Age in one region may be a time of rapid technological development in another region, and itâs not uncommon to encounter evidence of ancient civlisations using technologies a thousand years out of whack with the âproperâ order of discovery⌠where âproperâ is defined in terms of the order in which those technologies were discovered in Western Europe - thereâs that Eurocentrism again.
I mean, just to give you an idea of how flexible the order in which technologies are developed can be and how ultimately wrong-headed the notion of linear technological progress is, there are Central American civilisations that had indoor plumbing, central heating and hot and cold running water before inventing the wheel. Some of the First Nations in what is now Eastern Canada had sophisticated climate models and reliable weather prediction - including functioning barometers and other simple meteorological instruments - before they figured out metallurgy.
So no, itâs not particularly incredible that the ancient Egyptians had boats far more advanced than they âshouldâ have given their overall level of technology. That stuff happens all the time.
People invent the technology they need. They can even invent a technology, then not use it.
The Inca are often accused of ânot knowing about wheels.â
Except, they did have wheels. They just didnât use wheels for long distance transportation. They had a huge road system. On which everything was moved by pack animals and people. The Inca road is an incredible feat of engineering.
So, why didnât they use wheels?
Because their land was so freaking mountainous that the road would repeatedly turn into this:
Tell me what earthly use a wheel is when your road keeps having to have steps and narrow bridges because you live on top of a mountain.
But that image shows us what they did have.
Thatâs a suspension bridge. Europeans didnât invent those until centuries after the Inca did.
Because when the most efficient route through your home hits chasms, guess what?
You get real good at making bridges!
And when the best way to move goods through your desert homeland is a big river?
You get real good at making boats.
The technology a culture develops and uses is the technology they need. In Europe that was one suite of technology, and because white folk are so dang arrogant, we think thatâs the superior means of development. Itâs not, itâs just how technology develops in Europe.
The Minoan civilisation in Greece, around 2,500 BCE, developed huge technological advancements, including fully operational water and sewage systems, complete with flushing toilets. This would be around 3,000 years before one was invented in England.
Minoan Greece was also a sea power. They had huge fleets of ships, which meant they did a lot of exploration. They also built one of the biggest trade networks in the world, reaching as far as Egypt, Cyprus, Canaan, Syria, the Iberian Peninsula (modern-day Spain and Portugal), the Levantine coast, Anatolia and Mesopotamia (modern-day Turkey, Israel and Iraq).
A volcano eruption on a nearby island, which caused a tsunami, possibly destroyed their sea power and left them vulnerable, which is why most of their technology was lost.
The Late Bronze Age Collapse a few centuries later led to the simultaneous destruction of advanced civilisations in Greece, Egypt, the Near East, Asia Minor, North Africa, Caucasus, Balkans and the Eastern Mediterranean. This caused a dark age across two continents which created isolated village cultures, and is the reason most of their advancements were lost.
The notion that technology can only advance is some white nonsense.
That too.
(Minoan Crete may have been part of the inspiration for Atlantis).
This is also why Egyptians didnât bother with the wheel* for like three thousand years. What fucking good are wheels when EVERYTHING IS SAND?
But on the flip sideâŚthey came up with a way to use water to basically hydroplane those giant stone blocks in their buildings across the desert. Which is a hell of a lot more useful in an unpaved sandy region.
Likewise letâs not forget the Aztecs, who came up with a farming system so efficient (chinampas) that parts of it are still used today and really ought to be revived on a wider scale as part of sustainable farming. And also Native Americans, and Iâm using that term BECAUSE itâs so broad: look at tribes across the country and youâll see something interesting. Iroquois, living in a cold, well-forested, and often icy land, built immovable longhousesâwhich would survive the bitter northeastern winters. Plains tribes developed the tipi/teepeeâwhile they also faced long, even dangerous winters, they also lived in a place where travel was far easier and the worst of winter could be weathered by heading south. Or down where I live, the Sinagua (later assimilated into the Hopi) built their homes IN CLIFFS. And by that I mean âoff the ground, built into the cliff face with adobe.â Aka, some of the best pre-refrigeration insulation against the heat that you could possibly hope for. We still donât know how they did it, incidentally. âWith ladders, dumbassâ is an obvious answer in some of their dwellings, but in others itâs not clear how they justâŚ.hung over a sinkhole, a quarter of a mile or so above the water, and chipped out the front doors so they had a place to sit while they made the rest. Scaffolds? Very well-balanced rope ladders? Smaller cliffs they chipped off afterward to prevent enemy incursion? We donât know, but we do know they found a way to make the extreme heat survivable and even sort of a nonissue. They never bothered with stuff like modern central AC because they found a way to let the stone and clay do the job for them.
Technology isnât always a race. Sometimes itâs just an evolution.
*nominally. We have extant toys from this period that have wheels to make them move.
it's 2022. donald trump has died in disgrace days after being impeached and jailed. my chemical romance's new album is coming out the same day as the new spiderverse movie. the lizzo and janelle monaĂŠ collab song is blowing up the radio. lil nas x has a verse in it. you and your partner have time and energy for dates after work after jeff bezos' assets have been seized and distributed to the public in the wake of his arrest for keeping employees in unsafe working conditions.
oh what a life
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HI LETâS SHARE NICOLEâS WORDS ON THE SUBJECT!Â
It has been literal years but every time I see Martinâs tweets posted somewhere and his word is shared as truth while her post is not shared it sort of reiterates the fact that we trust men to speak about feminism more than we believe women who experience it.Â
Interesting, innit? https://medium.com/@nickyknacks/working-while-female-59a5de3ad266
Reading her account of how their boss treated her blows me away. Men are so emboldened that they will literally admit to illegal discrimination casually and face no consequences.
In all the years of seeing this post Iâve never seen a link to her side. Didnât even know sheâd written one.
Adding screenshots of her post. His whole post is there without needing a link. Hers should be, too.
Also, she posted this is 2017! Itâs fucking 2020 and Iâve seen his side of this for years, but it took 3 years for her side to make its way to my dashâŚ
Hopping on the Vine compilation bandwagon, part 1/?
Oh god, I lost it at the Tim Hortons one.
I never saw the cheating test questions sequel before now and it did not disappoint.
It was a simpler time
This comp is a perfect mix of classics and hilarious ones that somehow Iâve never seen before
some of y'all didnt grow up as the person nobody has a crush on and it really shows
some of yall never have to deal with the constant doubt in your own ability to be loved to the point where you get second hand embarrassment at the idea of someone being in love with you and finding you attractive because youâve been diagnosed with ugly and cringy your whole life and it really shows
some of yall never had to deal with seeing bullies come up to you to say â(Name) wanna ask you outâ as a joke to humiliate their friend because nothing was as embarrassing and disgusting than imagining going out with you and it really shows
a new concept: idiot academia
where u have book smarts but have absolutely no common sense
ah! regular academia
look Iâve had a really shitty day and ngl Iâve just rewatched this video SEVERAL times in a row for catharsis reasons
Iâm compelled by stories where the characters suffer a lot, but only if thereâs catharsis in the end. If they just die without ever getting to recover Iâm OUT because whatâs the fucking purpose then? Voyeurism? Bye
But happy endings are literally SOOO boring
So are you
The three most boring kinds of endings:
-I refuse to tell you the ending, you have to ~decide for yourself~! -And then they woke up. -And it was all miserable and pointless and nothing got fixed and nothing was better and everybody died or lived morosely ever after, now stay awake all night contemplating the futility of life and feeling shitty so I can masturbate to the idea that i have made Powerful Art.
Protip: it doesnât take any skill or insight to make people feel bad. Just like it doesnât take any skill to refuse to come up with an ending and make the reader decide, or to handwave all the questions of the narrative by saying they were never real at all. What takes skill is to gather together all your woven threads and knot them in a way that wonât unravel, that completes the narrative, satisfies the reader, and makes sense under scrutiny. That can be bittersweet sometimes! Characters can sacrifice a lot for their ending! It doesnât have to be rainbows and kittens! But if the ending makes readers wish they hadnât invested emotional energy in the outcome of the story, then the story has failed.
Donât be lazy. Donât cheap out on your ending. Work to put together something readers will be glad they read, even if it made them cry.
IF THE ENDING MAKES READERS WISH THEY HADNâT INVESTED EMOTIONAL ENERGY IN THE OUTCOME OF THE STORY, THEN THE STORY HAS FAILED.
Thatâs it! Thatâs the point!
When I was a kid, my mom was a judge and my dad was starting his solo practice, and they both worked full time. There were four of us kids between the ages of one and seven (the Just Us League) and no decent daycares nearby, so they hired a nanny. She had three almost-adult children, and on days when she couldnât work, one of her kids would substitute. The oldest kid was named Bob, age 18, and he had just finished army basic training when this all went down. Bob did not have the good sense god gave a rock.Â
I have an older brother, Jake, who was seven; then me, Hellen, age five, then Seth, age three, and my little sister Gin would have been one. It was late August, and we were at our nannyâs house, though she was gone for the day. Bob was in charge.
Bob should probably not have been in charge.
Bob tried keeping us entertained with board games and tag and movies. Gin took a nap. Eventually he decided to get creative, and sat us down in the living room with a game and vanished into the garage. There was a smashing sound. And then some saw noises. And then some hammering. And then we saw him going around the house to the back yard through the windows, though we were too short to see what he was doing. And finally, he yelled to us to come out into the driveway.Â
Jake and Seth and I trooped out. Bob had both hands behind his back. He stepped up to Jake and revealed what he had in his right hand.Â
It was a wooden sword. It was clearly made from what appeared to be parts of a chairâs legs, cut down and nailed together. He presented this, and announced, âYou are Sir Jake, the strongest knight!âÂ
He stepped up to Seth and presented what was in his left hand. It was another wooden sword, smaller than the first, also crudely made out of chair legs. He announced, âYou are Sir Seth, the bravest knight!â
At this point, I was practically vibrating in place, waiting eagerly for my sword so I could use it to whale on my brothers, as god intended me to do. I was therefore understandably disappointed to be presented with the business end of a garden hose and told, âYou are Miss Hellen, the Water Fairy!â
âNo,â I said. âI want a sword.â
Bob was confused. âBut you get water magic! Magicâs great!â
âNo.â I repeated, holding the hose. It had a spray nozzle set to jet. âI want a sword.â
âMagicâs great. Magicâs better than a sword.â Bob insisted. âYouâll see. Wait here a moment.â
And then Bob ran around the side of house and vanished.Â
We stood in the driveway. Jake and Seth poked each other with their swords. I spritzed them idly with the hose, trying to decide which of them would be easier to steal a sword from.Â
And then we heard a quiet wooshing noise, and smelled smoke.Â
We turned. As we watched, a line of fire rushed around the corner of the house, consuming a path of gasoline poured into the dry August grass.Â
We paused and considered this for a few moments. I raised the hose and sprayed a jet of water at the fire. It went out. We glanced at each other. Then we took off running, following the trail of fire, spraying as we went.Â
The fire led in a path around the house to the back yard. As we turned the corner, we saw Bob, clad in a bathrobe and holding a curtain rod, standing in the center of a large ring of burning grass. He cackled manically. âI am the FIRE WIZARD! Your puny swords are useless! Nothing but water magic can defeat me!â
I promptly blasted him with the hose. He spluttered. The fire did not go out.Â
I turned the hose on the fire itself, spraying a section close to us so that it would extinguish. As soon as there was enough room, Jake charged forward, brandishing his chair leg sword with a battle cry. Seth, always happy to be included, followed. They ran into the circle and began beating Bob around the kneecaps with their swords. I kept spraying.Â
Eventually, Bob the Fire Wizard was brought down and all the fire was extinguished. Seth and Jake continued to work on bruising Bobâs shins, and I quickly discarded the hose to lend my fists and extremely pointy elbows to the cause. Bob lay in the smoldering grass, probably regretting using such sturdy chair legs.Â
Once weâd all tired ourselves out and lay panting in a heap, Bob decided it was time for the moral of the story. âYou see, a sword is nothing compared to the power of a little girl with **magic**.âÂ
We thought about this for a few moments. Bob nodded wisely. Jake and Seth nodded back.Â
âI still want a sword.â I said.Â
thereâs a lot of people in the tags and replies expressing several concerns, which I will address:
âWhere was Gin?â She was sleeping in a crib on the sunporch. We did this a lotâplayed outside while she nappedâbecause we could hear her if she woke up and started crying, but were less likely to wake her up. She slept through the whole thing and was totally fine.
âYou canât put out a gasoline fire with water.â At the time, my little kid brain assumed that any flammable liquid was gas, but in retrospect it could have been almost anything. It very well may have been something other than gasoline. All I know is I could extinguish it with a garden hose.
âWhat did your parents say?â A lot of swear words at a very high volume.
âDid you get a sword?â Yes. Lots. Here are a couple of them, and also my pet ringneck dove, Arson. You can see how this all may have had some lasting effect on me.
Is that a real bird?? :0
Yes, sheâs real. This is Arson, her mate, Larceny, and their idiot children, Forgery and Fraud.
Arson lives her life constantly wishing she had opposable thumbs so she could light fires.
What a ride
The absolute mania of naming your pets after felonies.