idk how worried we should be about this, realistically, but i know they have more firepower than we do
they could just be larping tactical uncles like most rightist militias in the us, and yes, they’re not fash, per se, but they are very stupid and believe we’re controlled by the democrats (?!?!) which could see a lot of innocent libs getting hurt
i also think that if you’re gullible enough to believe antifa are controlled by democrats, you’re probably also open to fascist entryism
Why can’t these fucks leave us alone!? Like if you hate all us evil urban brown and black people then stay away!
I mean, one of the groups that helped me gain a significant following were the bear enthusiasts. They were always polite but they definitely loved throwing saucy compliments my way. I’m not sure flattery like that can be faked.
Are you really so dense that in a world of 7 billion people you can’t imagine some of them have different tastes in what they find pleasing?
Some like my thick luxurious hair. Some like my plump belly. Some like my fuzzy beard. And some find things like humor and intelligence attractive.
My brain is super hot.
What I’m trying to say is… PEOPLE LIKE DIFFERENT THINGS.
Perhaps the pool of folks who find me attractive is smaller than Chris Evans. Much smaller probably. But even if it is 0.1% of the population, that’s still 7 million people who think I’m all that and several bags of chips. That could fill 140 football stadiums!
Human beings were not meant to like the same stuff. Netflix has 76,000 micro-genres for that very reason. You’re basically saying that all people want to watch is Sci-Fi. Sure, it may be very popular, but some folks think space is lame and want to watch Cerebral Foreign Movies from the 1960s. (An actual category.)
The bears think I’m hot. The chubby lovers think I’m hot. The 10 women I’ve dated seemed to think I was easy on the eyes. My mom thinks I’m very handsome.
And there is one thing about me that I think you’re underestimating.
Once people get to know me, they tend to think I’m a swell fella.
Whereas when people get to know you, they’ll probably learn you’re a shallow, judgemental ass.
As far as happy, stable relationships go… I like my chances better than yours.
One of my favourite historical phenomena is technology that’s based on a totally off-the-wall theory about how the world works, but ends up being sort of effective because it’s close enough. Like those old-timey plague doctor masks, whose enormous beaks are an enclosed breathing apparatus stuffed full of dried aromatic herbs on the theory that disease is communicated by the odour of decay – which is completely wrong, of course, but the masks ended up being reasonable effective at their purpose anyway because it turns out that sticking a big wad of dried plant matter in front of your airway is a pretty effective way to avoid inhaling aerosolised bodily fluids.
My favorite is the fact that scurvy was cured, and then un-cured because a bunch of perfectly sensible and intelligent people didn’t know what a vitamin was.
Thanks, friend! Both the hugs and the good juju are much appreciated. I thought I was doing fairly well at Coping, at least on the surface, and then a new senior colleague in the department got distracted in a meeting by the fact that I looked (apparently) as though I were about to fall over. Not my finest hour.
Anyway! One of my favorite badass historical ladies is Mary Buckland. She was the daughter of a forester, who, as a single parent, just took her into the forests to do science with him (SO CUTE) and then was adopted by a scientist at Oxford who left her all his equipment because she was so good at science and liked it so much (so cute??) and then she became renowned throughout Europe for her awesome scientific illustrations, building her network from her household connections outwards. How awesome is that? Class mobility and general entrepreneurial bravery and recognized academic specialization! Of course, she still wasn’t officially an academic, because it was the 18th century. But she met her husband, paleontologist William Buckland, in History’s Best Meet-Cute, because they were reading the same just-released cutting-edge tome (more here) and proceeded to become an illustration for The Woman Who Has Everything, working as his partner in their cutting-edge field of science, and being acknowledged as his equal by their scientific peers (the nineteenth century undid that, but that’s being redressed now) and also they had something like 9 or 11 children together, which seems like good evidence for exuberant mutual delight, ahem. I love her a lot.
Also – and maybe you will, in fact, have more thoughts/knowledge on this – Isabelle of Angoulême. For several years, I thought her second marriage (after King John, obligatory boo-hiss despite recent historiography) was to the man she was supposed to marry in the first place, and I loved that story. Then I discovered that her second marriage was actually to her erstwhile betrothed’s son?? but that he had been supposed to marry her daughter but then decided to marry her instead, or that they decided to marry each other? What? I would gladly consume a novel or miniseries about this whole drama, is what I’m saying.
…Truly, badass historical women are an endless source of cheer and delight; thanks for inviting me to reflect on them. ❤
William “and all was clear as mud” Buckland was married?! Guess I’m one of today’s lucky 10,000.
god what is WITH 19th century editors shitting on their own objects??? was the editing process truly that traumatic?? christ, take a breather.
“This copy of the Old Hundredth is not inserted here with the expectation that it will be used as a church tune, but rather as a historical curiosity. It may also have a tendency to check the cavillings of those who are ever complaining in alterations of old tunes; for who among them will wish to have this arrangement of the Old Hundredth again restored? (Lowell Mason and George James Webb, National Psalmist, 1848).
And what did perfectly beautiful sixteenth-century counterpoint ever do to hurt you two???
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