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sometimes its like. i would love to not have to think about gender and misogyny all the time but on account of us living on the Gender and Misogyny Planet i cant do that. so

longing4angels

Hieronymus Bosch. Visions of the Hereafter - right panel detail

depsidase

magnoliamyrrh

the year is 2035. the new beauty standard is for women to cut their ears off, as ears are a masculine trait which make the face look too big and hearing isnt necessary as it doesnt align with being demure. evil feminists say perhaps this is unnecessary and ears are natural. women are agressively proclaiming they are cutting their ears off due to sensory issues

veryluckyclovers

barrymccaulkinem

when you use a word and wonder if you used it right and you check and you correctly pulled an uncommon 3rd or 4th definition

greelin

i am a dog locked in a car in the summer. the a/c is not on. i do not have water. no music is playing

crushedbug

lesbianchemicalplant

wow it's soooo wacky and zany that a man is professionally benefiting from misogyny by being a man, including preferential treatment by other men such as his boss at work, that's just so unusual, what a crazy twist, so wholesome chungus allyship that a man treats another man better than women

i-was-today-years-old-when

TIL a family in Georgia claimed to have passed down a song in an unknown language from the time of their enslavement; scientists identified the song as a genuine West African funeral song in the Mende language that had survived multiple transmissions from mother to daughter over multiple centuries (x)

ancestralia

In 1997 Amelia’s daughter, Mary Moran, and other members of the Moran family were invited to Sierra Leone, West Africa, where they were welcomed in Freetown by Sierra Leone’s President and then flown by helicopter to the country’s interior. There, in the small village of Senehun Ngola, Mary and Bendu Jabati met and sang this song together for the first time. Years earlier, Bendu’s grandmother had told her that this song, which had been passed down in her village from mother to daughter for centuries, would one day reunite her to long-lost relatives.

In addition to finding out where in Africa her ancestors were abducted into slavery, Mary Moran discovered the meaning of the Mende song: a processional hymn for the final farewell to the spirit, it was sung in Senehun Ngola by women as they prepared the body of a loved one for burial.

(The OP's link leads to a site with a recording of the song sung by both Mary Moran and her mother, Amelia)

thisaintnofuckingdisco

Original link seems to be broken, but a quick search led me to this very touching accounting of the full story of how Mary Moran was able to find the village her great great grandmother was taken from: