Is there anything more cursed than a white early twenties military history nerd who says “I’m just saying….you have to admire its efficiency…”
the eternal joke here is that nazi industrial policy was stupendously inefficient
The overlap between people who think the Nazi military industry was some mythical zenith of efficiency and people who jack off to wehrmacht uniforms is a circle.
And they’ll insist the whole time there’s nothing wrong with “taking an interest in history.”
Also morons who think that Nazi human experimentation actually advanced science and that we could learn a lot of stuff if we ignored research ethics policies.
This reminds me of a minor detail in some Jim Munroe sf novel
(looked it up, it’s Everyone In Silico), where one of the characters reminisces
about her old Genetic Engineering prof who still wore the by-then outdated
fashion of “club kickers” – in other words her earlobes were modified into
tiny, constantly-twitching legs.
Vitka Kempner (1920-2012): Avenger of the Holocaust
Sorry, I know that was insanely long. At least I only post these like once a month. It was also very difficult to write. As you can imagine, there’s a ton I had to leave out, even long as this is. Full entry here.
Art notes and whatnot behind the cut. As an FYI: I will be traveling for about a month and a half, so I won’t be updating very frequently. But for people in Portland: I will be at Rose City Comic Con – and to people in the UK, I will be at Thought Bubble UK.
Also I can’t help but find it just fucking hilarious that everyone has that favorite Watership Down character on the side, but ultimately if they had to pick, it’s Bigwig. Everyone stans Bigwig so hard. Literally he’s just the most fucking lovable bastard and everyone is like “yeah, damn, Bigwig is amazing” no argument. case closed.
Someone told my ex-dad (not a sex thing; he just disowned me) that I’m trans and now he’s threatening to come to work and make a scene, and I know I should be upset, but like. What’s he gonna say exactly? And to whom? Because imagining a haggard and likely shitfaced Pennsylvania construction worker barging through the grocery store like, “HEY!!! THAT BROAD-HIPPED 5’3” EFFEMINATE KID WITH THE CONSPICUOUSLY BIZARRE NAME WHO SPEAKS IN A CARTOONISHLY AFFECTED CARICATURE OF MASCULINITY AIN’T GOT NO DICK!!! YOU GONNA BUY SCRATCH OFF TICKETS FROM SOME KINDA DICKLESS ABOMINATION??“ is wild. What’s it going to accomplish? Or is he gonna call my manager? “HELLO, I’D LIKE TO REPORT A FRAUD IN YOUR DELI DEPARTMENT. THERE IS NOT SAUSAGE AS ADVERTISED.” What the fuck.
Odds are he’s more embarrassed of having a trans ex-kid than I am of being outed at work, so what if I go to his job and tell everyone I’m trans first? What then, coward?
That’s such a power move.
This is exactly the struggle I’m having with my own mother right now and honestly? i sort of did that, but at the church i grew up in. my mom was like “oh so what if i tell the whole church youre trans” as if she had forgotten that nearly everyone who goes to my church is actually gay, like elderly retired gay couples, so i was like “haha okay,” and told everyone.
And lemme just say, watching a 5’2", 87 year old gay man stop my mother mid-sentance to say “Actually, I think he prefers to go by Aiden now.” was the BIGGEST dick energy ive ever seen.
Mooncustafer 