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I just witnessed a murder

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He SLAYS
In summary: haha
I just witnessed a murder
Impoverished, newly-arrived Jewish families living in squalid tenements were a favourite subject. In 97 Orchard, Jane Ziegelman describes some of the conditions: unsanitary foods (at ambient temperature) sold by pushcart vendors were supposedly a leading cause of death among Lower East Side children. According to Bertha Wood, Jews ate highly seasoned food and not enough fresh milk and that is why they were so nervous; Jews ate far too many pickles and other fermented foods which ‘renders assimilation more difficult’ (1922: 90). Indeed Jewish children were known to spend their precious lunch money on pickles. Other assessments of the stench of Jewish immigrant markets and pushcarts were even harsher. One reporter describes a ‘slatternly young [pushcart] woman who had a scarcity of clothing’ selling cheese upon which ‘it did not require a microscope to detect the mites … for they were large and lively.’ The ethnocentric journalist stated he ‘received such a shock from the powerful odour thrown out that [I] almost had a spasm. Phew! How that cheese did smell. Yet the long-whiskered descendants of Abraham … put their fingers in it and then suck them with great and evident relish.’ Another Times reporter maintained that a “writer might go on for a week reciting the abominations of these people. This neighbourhood …[is] perhaps the filthiest place on the Western Continent. It is impossible for the Christian to live there, because he will be driven out … by the dirt and the stench. Cleanliness is an unknown quantity to these people. They cannot be lifted up to a higher plane because they do not want to be”’ (Burnstein 1996). Nevertheless, what repulsed some critics attracted some Jews. Even wealthy Jews were observed travelling by chauffeur from Fifth Avenue to the Lower East Side to buy odoriferous fermented herring and sauerkraut.
To help immigrants adjust to their new country, Settlement Houses were established. These sometimes included demonstration or model kitchens (often with refrigerators.) These were laboratories of a sort where immigrants might try the newest ideas in household management and nutrition (with controlled conditions and guidance) (Levenstein 1988:104-107; Leavitt 2002:76-82). Not only was the immigrant diet deemed unhealthy and unsanitary but also uneconomical because it was concocted from mixtures of foods purchased from various sources, which ‘required uneconomical expenditures of energy to digest’: ‘one whiff of the pungent air in the tenements or a glance into the stew pots was enough to confirm that the contents must wreak havoc on the human digestive system’ (Levenstein 1988:104). A bland, white-sauced diet with surprisingly large quantities of fresh (presumably chilled) milk was considered superior. What immigrant women living in crowded apartments with no appliances were to do with their new cooking skills was another problem. Many unforeseen consequences resulted from the campaign to sanitize the foods of immigrant Jews. Refrigeration provided the material circumstances for two significant shifts in first- and second-generation American Jewish immigrant eating habits in the first decades of the twentieth century. According to Joselit and Diner, these were the ‘steady irrevocable decline’ of kashrut (observance of the Jewish dietary laws), and the rise of Jewish restaurants and delicatessens and the Jewish predilection for eating-out (oyesessen) (Joselit 1994: 177; Diner 2001: 200). Since neither Joselit nor Diner trace these shifts specifically to refrigeration, it is worth showing how refrigeration in early twentieth-century American food culture shaped American Jewish immigrant food preferences. Refrigeration of meat made it much less expensive and more readily available than it had been in the new immigrants’ countries of origins (Friedberg 2009). For Eastern European Jews, ‘where food was sacred for all, but in which scarcities loomed for most [it] was a rare text – novel, poem, short story, personal memoir – that failed to connect the sanctity of Jewish food to the inequitable distribution of resources’ (Diner 2001: 147). […] This common conceit of eating holiday foods on weekdays became a reality for new Jewish immigrants that deeply affected their food expectations and preferences. The general accessibility of food outside the home, especially in delicatessens and restaurants, “complicated the meaning of food to people who had once lived with hunger. … By eating foods once the reserve of the Jewish upper classes, they engaged in an act of class reversal. The formerly poor started to eat blintzes, kreplach, kasha-varnitchkes, strudel, noodles, knishes, and most importantly, meat every day. Their once meager cabbage or beet borschts now glistened with fat pieces of meat.” (Diner 2001: 179-80) Thus one Romanian Jewish immigrant exclaimed, ‘In New York, every night was Friday, and every day was Saturday, as far as food went’ (Diner 2001: 180). None of this would have been possible without refrigeration in processing, storage and transportation that made meat inexpensive enough to become everyday food. […] Presumably, it wasn’t the refrigeration per se, but rather the pungent, aromatic spicing of these cold cuts that made them particularly palatable to their Jewish immigrant clientele. While corned beef tended to be flavoured with peppercorns and bay leaves, pastrami possessed a particularly ‘heady mix of spices – including allspice, bay leaves, cinnamon, cloves, coriander, ginger, juniper berries, paprika, pepper, and garlic’ (Marks 210: 450). Jewish immigrants’ taste for these spicy, pickled, smoky flavours typical of deli and restaurant food was noted both in the fond reminiscences of their consumers and in the criticisms of well-intentioned nutritionists who sought to ‘cure’ them of these unhealthy preferences (Diner 2001: 214-19). So on the one hand, we have Alfred Kazin remembering the delicatessen food in his Brownsville neighbourhood as ‘our greatest delight in all seasons …hot spiced corned beef, pastrami, rolled beef, hard salami, soft salami, chicken salami, bologna, frankfurter “specials” and the thinner wrinkled hot dogs always taken with mustard’ (Diner 2001: 201). On the other hand, we have Jewish nutritionists in the home economics movement, like Mary L. Schapiro, identifying ‘high seasoning’ as one of the major ‘Jewish Dietary Problems’. She observes ‘the limitations of the diet, when unchanged by instruction, are evident. It is inadequately balanced, over-rich, and over-seasoned’ (Schapiro 1919). Yet the fact that Mary Schapiro, S. Etta Sadow and other Jewish women themselves embraced ‘American nutrition culture’ suggests the relations between new Jewish immigrants and the home economics was not as one-sided as it may have first appeared. Indeed Jewish nutritionists like Schapiro and Sadow played an important role explaining Jewish foodways to their Gentile colleagues, and advocated accommodations to Jewish kosher rules (like respecting the prohibitions against pork and mixing milk and meat) and tastes for pickles and highly seasoned food over fresh vegetables, in order to win over their Jewish clients to adopt what contemporary science viewed as more nutritional and hygienic diets (Diner 2001: 214-219). Ultimately, the home economists successfully persuaded many Jewish immigrants to change their diets, ironically at the cost of the very kosher rules for which they urged respect. The ‘steady irrevocable decline’ of kashrut in this period was made possible by the home economics movement and Jewish deli/restaurant culture, both dependent on refrigeration technology. First, easy access to inexpensive meat enticed many Eastern European Jews to America, and many of those immigrants were already less observant than those who remained (Diner 2001: 158-77). Second, the autonomy of ‘rational consumption’ advocated by the home economists appealed to Jewish women. ‘Rational consumption’ that ‘embraced the values of sanitation, health, cleanliness, economy, and efficiency [were] hallmarks of new identity, secure points of reference through which to demonstrate that they belonged to this social group’ of ‘modern American homemakers’ (Goldstein 2012: 13). Kashrut often opposed these values, like making milk part of every meal (especially children’s), storing it next to meat in one’s home refrigerator or purchasing meat economically (Schapiro 1919; Goldstein 2012: 126). Jewish women organized protests against kosher meat’s high cost (Diner 2001: 206-207). Dr Noah Aronstam’s defence of kashrut on microbiological grounds acknowledges the adoption of home economical values by Jewish homemakers. Jewish women’s insecurity about home-cooking may also have weakened attachment to old kosher ways. A running joke in the Jewish community was that Jewish men deserted their wives because of bad cooking (Diner 2001: 215). In any case, home economics culture empowered Jewish women to make decisions about diet traditionally made by male Jewish authorities. Finally the options the new Jewish delicatessen/restaurant culture offered Jews to eat out (oyesessen) resulted in new ways to express their American Jewish identity: ‘selectively treyf’ and ‘selectively kosher’.
–Betsey Dexter Dyer and Jonathan Brumberg-Kraus, “Cultures on Ice: Refrigeration and the Americanization of Immigrants in the First Half of the Twentieth Century.” (Begins on page 123)
things i never expected to learn through a tedtalk but now am glad to know:
the founder of Sirius XM radio is a sapphic trans woman and is currently trying to preserve her wife’s consciousness in a digital file so her wife can be immortal in the body of a robot.
heres the tedtalk if you dont believe because everyone deserves to know this reality of the amazing world in which we live
Holy shit you neglected to mention that when her daughter got a terminal disease with no cure or treatment possible she literally went to the library got some medical textbooks and taught herself enough biochemistry to actually begin developing a drug that halted the disease good god why have we never heard of this absolute genius
YOU KNOW WHY YOU K N O W W H Y
Real life tony stark is a gay trans woman
Her name is Martine Rothblatt. She also founded United Therapeutics, which is a company that works to find cures for “””small””” diseases that don’t necessarily affect a lot of people.
oh, yes–and she’s Jewish.
Here is a picture of Martine and her wife, Bina Aspen:
Actually genuinenly enjoying my customer service job sometimes
Customer (calling from Ireland): “Yes hello, I would like to -”
Sheep in the background: *gentle baa*
Customer: “Uh, sorry, what I want to do is -”
Sheep: *slightly more insistent baa*
Customer: “No, not now! -cough- Excuse me. I have a reservation and -”
Sheep: *VERY LOUD ACCUSATORY BAA*
Customer: “Arnulf! Please be quiet, I am on the phone! … Sorry, I sincerely apologize on behalf of Arnulf.”
me: “I love and forgive him.”
Customer: “Don’t, he doesn’t deserve it. Anyway, I’m calling about -”
Arnulf: *small, very self-satisfied baa*
I once took my kids to a local farm and we found a lil goat with its horns stuck in a fence, just sitting there kinda mournfully on the grass. We tried to help it get free but it was stuck tight. We petted it for a while and fed it some grass (as it had lawnmowered a circle around itself as far as it could reach), and then went back to the ticket office to tell them it needed help, but before I’d said more than: “There’s a goat-” the guy cut me off with a weary wave and said, “Yeah, we know. Stuck in the fence. That’s Brenda. She can get herself out whenever she wants. She just likes the attention.”
Trolled by a fucking goat.
Introducing Gay Representation™ now in two original flavors: 1. Dead lesbian 2. White gay boy written 100% for the female demographic
how could you forget number 3
gratuitous inaccurate lesbian sex scene made for straight men
and of course the 4th
gay character gets five seconds of screentime at the very end
This is great but it’s missing the 5th: character who is only revealed to be gay by the media’s creator outside of the canon and whose sexuality is never actually present in any capacity in the media
Thank u all for properly extending the Gay Representation Menu
This can save lives of many Black people who were wrongly convicted and arrested on drug possession charges. Please spread!
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These dudes are fucking legit. They don’t just show up one day in court, either, they actually make friends with the kids and let them know they have a support system and that there are people in the world who care about them and will always have their back. And less important, but also cool, is that the few times a couple of them have come into my cafe, they’ve been super friendly and polite and when I told one of the guys that I noticed his Bikers Against Child Abuse patch and wanted him to know how awesome I thought he was because of it, he got kind of shy and blushed and said, “The kids are the awesome ones, we just let them know they’re allowed to be brave.”
The source is long, but so, so good. These men and women are available in 36 states, 24 hours a day to stand guard at home, in court, at school, even if the child has a nightmare. Many of them are survivors of childhood abuse as well, and know what it’s like to feel scared and alone.
In court that day, the judge asked the boy, “Are you afraid?” No, the boy said.
Pipes says the judge seemed surprised, and asked, “Why not?”
The boy glanced at Pipes and the other bikers sitting in the front row, two more standing on each side of the courtroom door, and told the judge, “Because my friends are scarier than he is.”
Actual tears.. hnngh
Show me more of people like this, world. I give up on humans too easily.
where do i sign up for this,i want to be in this gang
This is fucking amazing. It may be out of character for me to say this but rock on
Bikers Against Child Abuse was founded in 1995 by a Native American child psychologist whose ride name is Chief, when he came across a young boy who had been subjected to extreme abuse and was too afraid to leave his house. He called the boy to reach out to him, but the only thing that seemed to interest the child was Chief’s bike. Soon, some 20 bikers went to the boy’s neighborhood and were able to draw him out of his house for the first time in weeks.
Chief’s thesis was that a child who has been abused by an adult can benefit psychologically from the presence of even more intimidating adults that they know are on their side. “When we tell a child they don’t have to be afraid, they believe us,” Arizona biker Pipes told azcentral.com. “When we tell them we will be there for them, they believe us.” ( Article)
More about BACA, from their site
My parents are a part of this organization and they are metal af
They go on runs to protect the child if they feel even the slightest threatened no matter where. If the child needs them to go on vacation with them, they do. Bikers come from across the nation to watch over and take shifts for these kids. And the best part is once you’re adopted into this family as a BACA kid, you’re always one. Even when you’re 40 and the perp gets released from jail, they’ll come meet with you and find your best options for avoiding the person and maintaining the life you’ve built for yourself. Once a BACA child, always a BACA child. In Florida, there’s 100% rate for identifying the perp based on the child’s testimony. Why? Because BACA stands with the child and supports the child so they feel comfortable enough to point out their attacker.
What’s better than a badass biker gang being on your side???
NATIVE AMERICAN CHILD PSYCHOLOGIST WHO IS A BIKER AND NAMED HIMSELF CHIEF HELL YES I’M HERE FOR THAT AND BIKERS BEING BAD ASS TO PROTECT KIDS. HELL YEAH.
it’s back! I will always reblog BACA
Damn good people.
I know they wouldn’t consider themselves such, but these people are freaking heroes and the world is a better place because of them.
Hey folks, it talks about this in the article but its not mentioned in this post, BACA is a 501 © (3) charity that depends in part on donations to help pay for stuff like gas for their bikes. If you want to help, consider donating.
@copperbadge You like posting about heroes, Sam. Seems like this would be up your alley.
I love these folks! I’ve reblogged them before but it’s wonderful to see the donation information has been added.
The Ladies’ Home Journal, May 1947
All the gods of myth and legend are real, but having your prayers answered depends on discovering which god can hear you. You figured out which god is listening to your prayers, but they’re not what you expected.
Suzy was dissapointed. Most people her age had discovered their deity so far, and she was starting to think she was godless. She turned the next page of McBayers’ Little Book of Deities, and tried reading their names aloud to see if she’d get a reaction. It had taken her weeks just to get through Chinese spirits and deities, and had finally reached the first page of Egyptian Gods and you.
“Ammit? Amun? Anhur?” Nothing. Her heart slowly sank again. Three more tries, and she’d stop for now.
“Anubis?”
The ground shook. The lights in Suzy’s room flickered and went out. A single flame hovered in the middle of the room, and as it grew to a blaze it changed form. Within the blink of an eye, there was a tall figure standing in Suzy’s room. The body of a man, and the head of a jackal. His eyes shone bright as he peered at her.
WHAT IS IT, SUZY OF THE HOUSE MILLER?
“You’re the deity that answers my prayers?”
INDEED. I, ANUBIS, WHO RULES OVER THE LAND OF THE DEAD, IS HERE TO ANSWER YOUR REQUESTS.
Suzy thought for a moment. “O great and mighty Anubis who rules over the afterlife, can I please have a puppy?”
Anubis seemed taken aback.
IN THE CENTURIES THAT I HAVE BEEN PRAYED TO, THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE BEEN REQUESTED SOMETHING LIKE THIS. CHILD, HOW OLD ARE YOU?
“I’m eight and a half. My mommy says that if I can take care of a puppy, I can keep it.”
ARE YOU CERTAIN YOU DO NOT WISH FOR ME TO BRING PLAGUES UPON YOUR ENEMIES OR WEIGH A SOUL FOR YOU?
Suzy shook her head. “I want a puppy.”
CHILD, IN TRUTH THIS WISH I CANNOT GRANT. MY JOB HAS BEEN TO BRING PEACE AND LEAD SOULS INTO THE AFTERLIFE, NOTHING MORE. IF I WERE TO CREATE A HOUND FOR YOU, IT WOULD BE FORMED OF BONE AND SOUL ALONE.
Suzy thought for a second. She would have liked to have a nice fluffy puppy, but then she remembered how Aunt Marge’s Sphinx cat was still nice, even without fur.
“No fur is fine, as long as they don’t bite and make a mess.”
Anubis nodded, and raised a hand. Underneath his palm an intricate symbol appeared on the floor. It glowed bright, and the floorboards burst apart. Up sprang a massive skeletal dog, bigger than suzy herself. Its eye sockets held blue flame, and its jaw hang partly open in a perpetual grin. It slowly walked over to Suzy and nuzzled her.
“What does it eat?”
IT WILL NOT NEED SUSTENANCE, AND WANTS NOTHING MORE THAN TO SERVE ITS NEW MASTER. I HOPE THIS WILL SUFFICE.”
“I love it. Thank you, Anubis.”
Anubis looked slightly taken aback, but nodded peacefully.
FAREWELL FOR NOW, SUZY OF THE MILLERS. IF YOU EVER NEED ANYTHING ELSE YOU HAVE BUT TO ASK ME.
Suzy nodded, and ran over to her parents’ room to show them her new dog. She was pretty sure they couldn’t object to this pet.
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I have had this on my mind for days, someone please help:
Why are dogs dogs?
I mean, how do we see a pug and then a husky and understand that both are dogs? I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen a picture of a breed of dog I hadn’t seen before and wondered what animal it was.
Do you want the Big Answer or the Small Answers cos I have a feeling this is about to get Intense
Oooh okay are YOU gonna answer this, hang on I need to get some snacks and make sure the phone is off.
The short answer is “because they’re statistically unlikely to be anything else.”
The long question is “given the extreme diversity of morphology in dogs, with many subsets of ‘dogs’ bearing no visual resemblance to each other, how am I able to intuit that they belong to the ‘dog’ set just by looking?”
The reason that this is a Good Big Question is because we are broadly used to categorising Things as related based on resemblances. Then everyone realized about genes and evolution and so on, and so now we have Fun Facts like “elephants are ACTUALLY closely related to rock hyraxes!! Even though they look nothing alike!!”
These Fun Facts are appealing because they’re not intuitive. So why is dog-sorting intuitive?
Well, because if you eliminate all the other possibilities, most dogs are dogs.
To process Things - whether animals, words, situations or experiences - our brains categorise the most important things about them, and then compare these to our memory banks. If we’ve experienced the same thing before - whether first-hand or through a story - then we know what’s happening, and we proceed accordingly.
If the New Thing is completely New, then the brain pings up a bunch of question marks, shunts into a different track, counts up all the Similar Traits, and assigns it a provisional category based on its similarity to other Things. We then experience the Thing, exploring it further, and gaining new knowledge. Our brain then categorises the New Thing based on the knowledge and traits. That is how humans experience the universe. We do our best, and we generally do it well.
This is the basis of stereotyping. It underlies some of our worst behaviours (racism), some of our most challenging problems (trauma), helps us survive (stories) and sharing the ability with things that don’t have it leads to some of our most whimsical creations (artificial intelligence.)
In fact, one reason that humans are so wonderfully successful is that we can effectively gain knowledge from experiences without having experienced them personally! You don’t have to eat all the berries to find the poisonous ones. You can just remember stories and descriptions of berries, and compare those to the ones you’ve just discovered. You can benefit from memories that aren’t your own!
On the other hand, if you had a terribly traumatic experience involving, say, an eagle, then your brain will try to protect you in every way possible from a similar experience. If you collect too many traumatic experiences with eagles, then your brain will not enjoy eagle-shaped New Things. In fact, if New Things match up to too many eagle-like categories, such as
* pointy * Specific!! Squawking noise!! * The hot Glare of the Yellow Eye * Patriotism?!? * CLAWS VERY BAD VERY BAD
Then the brain may shunt the train of thought back into trauma, and the person will actually experience the New Thing as trauma. Even if the New Thing was something apparently unrelated, like being generally pointy, or having a hot glare. (This is an overly simplistic explanation of how triggers work, but it’s the one most accessible to people.)
So the answer rests in how we categorise dogs, and what “dog” means to humans. Human brains associate dogs with universal categories, such as
* four legs * Meat Eater * Soft friend * Doggo-ness???? * Walkies * An Snout, * BORK BORK
Anything we have previously experienced and learned as A Dog gets added to the memory bank. Sometimes it brings new categories along with it. So a lifetime’s experience results in excellent dog-intuition.
And anything we experience with, say, a 90% match is officially a Dog.
Brains are super-good at eliminating things, too. So while the concept of physical doggo-ness is pretty nebulous, and has to include greyhounds and Pekingese and mastiffs, we know that even if an animal LOOKS like a bear, if the other categories don’t match up in context (bears are not usually soft friends, they don’t Bork Bork, they don’t have long tails to wag) then it is statistically more likely to be a Doggo. If it occupies a dog-shaped space then it is usually a dog.
So if you see someone dragging a fluffy whatnot along on a string, you will go,
* Mop?? (Unlikely - seems to be self-propelled.) * Alien? (Unlikely - no real alien ever experienced.) * Threat? (Vastly unlikely in context.) * Rabbit? (No. Rabbits hop, and this appears to scurry.) (Brains are very keen on categorising movement patterns. This is why lurching zombies and bad CGI are so uncomfortable to experience, brains just go “INCORRECT!! That is WRONG!” Without consciously knowing why. Anyway, very few animals move like domestic dogs!) * Very fluffy cat? (Maybe - but not quite. Shares many characteristics, though!) * Eldritch horror? (No, it is obviously a soft friend of unknown type) * Robotic toy? (Unlikely - too complex and convincing.) * alert: amusing animal detected!!! This is a good animal!! This is pleasing!! It may be appropriate to laugh at this animal, because we have just realized that it is probably a … * DOG!!!! Soft friend, alive, walks on leash. It had a low doggo-ness quotient! and a confusing Snout, but it is NOT those other Known Things, and it occupies a dog-shaped space! * Hahahaha!!! It is extra funny and appealing, because it made us guess!!!! We love playing that game. * Best doggo. * PING! NEW CATEGORIES ADDED TO “Doggo” set: mopness, floof, confusing Snout.
And that’s why most dogs are dogs. You’re so good at identifying dog-shaped spaces that they can’t be anything else!
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Jeremy is one of my favorite living painters.
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I’m afraid of Americans
This is super real.
Completely accurate.
I saw this a few weeks ago and I have not stopped thinking about “my friend”
We are still witnessing lynchings of black people in America. And that’s not a hyperbole.
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Me, an intellectual, after moving: there’s a lot to unpack here
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Unbelievable realistic pencil drawings by this Nigerian artist look more real than photos themselves.
What absolute fucking incredible talent. This is Black Excellence! #ProtectBlackArtists #BlackPride