Southerner: “BOY HOWDY IF YOU THINK THIS IS HOT then you should probably get some water, wouldn’t want you to dehydrate or get heat stroke, no siree. Here, I’ve got one, drink up, pardner.”
watching oats play minecraft makes me feel like he should’ve taken some engineering classes bc he’s incredibly good at making efficient and working devices using circuits and i think he recently designed and implemented a mechanism that he didn’t find anyone trying already??
i’m fifteen minutes into this interview with a black woman who works in a verizon warehouse in tennessee and she’s already told a story about how another black woman died on the warehouse floor and the foremen set up cones around her dead body and left her there for two hours while forcing all the other employees to continue working. and the woman being interviewed said that herself and four other employees suffered miscarriages while working because the foremen refused to honour their doctor’s notes saying that they shouldn’t lift heavy objects on the job. when she began to miscarry on the warehouse floor, she asked a foreman if she could go home because she wasn’t feeling well and she was worried about jeopardizing the health of her baby, he said, “why are you pregnant? you don’t need any more kids. go have a fucking abortion.”
Seems like there are a bunch of people complaining about “appropriating” Heathen traditions so I’d just like to reiterate:
Heathenry is open. It was open. It will always be open.
Heathen traditions have also gone the way of Latin and are now dead. They died when everyone converted to Christianity.
Also:
Most of the deities are either part giant themselves, descended from giants, married to a giant, or actually are giants. Even if the racist analogy that the jotnar = brown people were true (which it is not), all your favourite deities would be mixed race or having bi or multiracial babies.
We have disabled deities (including Odin). They see you shitting on disabled people.
The “women’s work” you hate so much was in fact essential for survival. Frigg is not your submissive 50s housewife fantasy. She is the boss when Odin’s not around (and he is often not around). She matches wits with him and wins.
Freyr and his cross-dressing priests see you being homophobic and transphobic.
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remember that short story they made you read in school called The Lottery where the whole town gets together and just stones a motherfucker at random what the fuck was up with that
Actually, I know what was up with that!
When The Lottery (by Shirley Jackson) was first published, tons of people wrote into the newspaper that published it to demand to know what the hell it was meant to be about
I suppose, I hoped, by setting a particularly brutal ancient rite in the present and in my own village to shock the story’s readers with a graphic dramatization of the pointless violence and general inhumanity in their own lives.
So basically the story is written in such a way that the uncritical nature of the townspeople is highlighted, when it comes to their own traditions. Every year the town commits outright violent murder, but because it’s ‘normal’ to them, they don’t think of it in those terms. The reader, who isn’t part of the town’s cultural assumptions, sees the horrific nature of their actions. But the characters in the story don’t.
In essence, it’s a story about normalization (before that phrase was coined). The point is to make you think about what cruelties might be passing uncriticized in your own culture, just because they seem ‘normal’ to you. Maybe your town doesn’t stone someone to death once a year, but there are other ways for communities to kill people, or let them suffer. And some of those are just as needless and just as rooted in unquestioned assumptions about how the world works, or how society needs to operate. The people in The Lottery were hesitant to give up their tradition because they believed it guaranteed them a good harvest. Revealing, in that hesitance, that the possibility of a bad outcome was more frightening to them than an atrocity they’d normalized.
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