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Lines of thought that seem Normal but are actually rooted in extreme puritanism:
-Seeing the nude human body is inherently traumatic -Sex scenes in art are pointless -Wearing kink-related clothing in public is the similar to performing a sex scene in front of unwilling participants -Depicting female characters expressing sexuality is always degrading -People's sexual fantasies are always an endorsement of the behavior they want to see in real life -Sex work is more traumatic and coercive than other types of work The goal is to treat sex as just another thing people do. That is a much healthier attitude than hiding it! It's not uniquely traumatic, it's not weird to talk about it or include it in society.
y'know I dislike a lot about the current era but I gotta say I'm a big fan of some of the perks. like, we got estrogen n shit. that's pretty neat. and drugs.
give it up for estrogen and drugs 👍
y'know I dislike a lot about the current era but I gotta say I'm a big fan of some of the perks. like, we got estrogen n shit. that's pretty neat. and drugs.
give it up for estrogen and drugs 👍

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> turns on my computer
> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default
> opens my email
> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default
> launches a software
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HAPPY PRIDE
Anyone notice that all the most famous anti Vietnam war songs were about the unfairness of how young Americans were being sent over and not about the suffering of the Vietnamese people?
War! by Edwin Starr
War Pigs by Black Sabbath
Fortunate Son by Credence Clearwater Revival
Etc
The draft was very real and present, it was what effected the people writing those songs most directly. And most importantly resisting the draft was the main way people could resist the war. It wasn't like now where everyone being sent had volunteered.
Yes, I am aware, I am not saying it was immoral to be anti draft, I just wish that our culture would care about the non-USAmerican victims of the war
Jane Austen should have written about the Napoleonic Wars and the sugar trade.
What is your argument here? These artists were protesting the war already, it isn't out of their depth or topic to expect them to mention the victims that weren't from America
Can you fucking TMEs stop with this fucking shit oh my fucking hell
"I've hit the stage of transition where I notice that everyone is transmisogynistic but I get not to care because it doesn't affect me :3"
I refuse to let goon be devolved and taken from us.
A goon is the henchman of a maniacal villain. Oftentimes they are dimwitted but occasionally there is a smart, wiseass goon to balance out the others (this particularly happens for goons that come in pairs).

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some intimacy and access to a skeleton army would go like crazy right now
I got permission from this friend to post this because holy fuck I can't stop laughing
as a feminist i support recreational abortion
i have mixed feelings about competitive
*maddest ive ever been, eye twitching* thats baseless. its something else actually.
When Tess Morgan's son came home with a tattoo, she was griefstricken. She knew her reaction was OTT (he's 21) but it signalled a change in their relationship
This is gold this, absolute gold, the most over the top melodramatic hysterical ridiculous thing I’ve ever read
This is actually so interesting to read- it’s from 2012 but its full of the same anxieties, even some of the same phrasing that many of the guardian’s later pieces on transness use. really hammers home how much of the terfism that emerged in the late 10s was middle class mothers angry at a loss of control over their adult children- whether that be their bodies or their friends or their opinions- and making that everyone’s problem because they have the power to do so
He says, “I’m still the same person.”
I look at him, sitting there, my 21-year-old son. I feel I’m being interviewed for a job I don’t even want. I say, “But you’re not. You’re different. I will never look at you in the same way again. It’s a visceral feeling. Maybe because I’m your mother. All those years of looking after your body – taking you to the dentist and making you drink milk and worrying about green leafy vegetables and sunscreen and cancer from mobile phones. And then you let some stranger inject ink under your skin. To me, it seems like self-mutilation. If you’d lost your arm in a car accident, I would have understood. I would have done everything to make you feel better. But this – this is desecration. And I hate it.”
Also just the classism of her associating tattoos with “vest tops, dogs on chains, broken beer glasses”; like, just say you hate poor people
TO BE FAIR she does explicitly reflect on her classism regarding these associations in the paragraph where she brings up “vest tops, dogs on chains, broken beer glasses”
I find her reasoning soooo fascinating — the conclusion of the article is that she’s Actually grieving the fact that her son didn’t care how She would feel if he altered his body
She acknowledges that he probably wasn’t trying to deliberately hurt her BUT that he simply didn’t prioritize her comfort when making the decision to get a tattoo
She’s grieving that her son doesn’t care enough about her opinion to limit what he wants to do
It’s mainly about the loss of control, as @brawlcloud pointed out
*lowk though credit where credit’s due for the fact that she reflected on it for the three days while understanding that her standards Were kinda unreasonable and identifying the real cause of her grief — obviously she romanticized it and said that losing that control over her kids was something Worth grieving but still she realized it wasn’t actually about tattoos which I respect
I think it's more than loss of control, I think it's about a loss of Identity through that loss of control.
My own mother had this exact crashout against me when I came out as trans and started hrt (as an adult)... almost beat for beat word for word....
I think there's a few key moments being overlooked
- She claims to not want control, out of fear of perpetuating her own deficiencies
- The frequent self deprecation
- The phrase "maybe it's just because I'm a mother"
- Her ultimate conclusion that her grief stems from her feelings not being considered.
I think that selfishness and a desire for control are absolutely accurate descriptions of her behavior and attitude, but I think maybe we should step beyond and ask where this belief system came from.
We live in a society that pushes motherhood on women, in part through a sort of deification of the role, (very often literally when you bring in how religion gets involved as well). Motherhood is treated as a sign of success, of a life well lived, and I think some women cling to that because the world has limited them so much they believe they have nothing else that makes them special.
It's a process that sort of, gives them a narrow socially controlled avenue by which they can express themselves more freely, and see themselves more positively. They respond to that by making it their identity.
When this makes contact with the real world, you could accurately describe it as seeing your children as property, but on paper, in their heads that's not where this came from. I think there's this view that parents are given power and they exploit that control for their own benefit, (and that perhaps their love for their children is on some level a lie). But the desire for power or exploitation is not necessary to commit harm. I think genuinely loving parents replicate these destructive and exploitative mindsets simply by conforming to society.
Motherhood as an identity demands more than just taking care of one's children, it demands that you shape them into good and respectable middle class drones members of society, and ties your own place in that society to your ability to complete this task. Functionally your children are your property yes, but the way that structure itself is by selling it as your children are a part of who you are and what your own value is as a person. Its a form of dehumanization wherein children are not to be seen as complete people, but as vessels for a societal ritual wherein love and care is transmuted into social control.
The reason that this moment is ultimately painful for her isn't that she's lost control of her pawn, it's that she's being confronted with a fundamental contradiction of her structure of reality.
She's not stupid, she recognizes this is wrong, it's obviously an abhorrent outcome that she's perpetuating. She believes in (lowercase l) liberal values of adults* as equals. She recognizes that she is supposed to teach and believe these values, but also that she cannot reconcile them with her construction of motherhood.
Either she fails at motherhood by contradicting liberalism (lowercase l) and imposing control when she is not supposed to (it's past when she's allowed to need it, she's expected to already have a "successful" mimetic replica by now), or she fails at motherhood by failing to replicate the model she was expected to replicate (which is also where the classism plays in).
The contradiction is in some ways a revelation, the fact that she is able to begin to confront at least the outlines of the forces of her world is exceptional I think, something we want to see. But ultimately she finds herself clinging to a way to restore the balance and return the cognitive dissonance into hiding, and decides on a rather nebulous excuse that her son is ultimately at fault for failing to consider her feelings instead of continuing her line of inquiry and asking why exactly she feels like he should be required to do that. Ultimately she tries to simply try to forget it's there, her son seeking peace tries to let her.
But I think this is not the best approach, it's not the path I chose when I was in this circumstance myself. The barrier is weakened here, this is the time to be relentless, to force confrontations with the cracks in the foundations. Because there is more than just selfishness here, there are good intentions built into a crooked structure of control by broad societal forces of control which can and should be fought against. When someone is starting to look at where the shadows are coming from is the best time to attack the chains keeping them in the cave.
Ultimately what we're seeing here is fundamentally a function of the western middle class culture exposing itself in a bit of an obvious and interesting way. The middle class evolves like this because it's rewarded and influenced to be like this because of Capital and Patriarchy. But it adapts to be able to be able to replicate without exposing the power structures beneath or necessitating a strong lust for power/control/domination, because this is required for it to remain memetically successful.
*but not children, never children. this would be easier if he was a child I think actually, because she wouldn't have to recognize the contradiction. She would still be in control, and thus free from the expectation of self examination. She would be unambiguously in the right, and she would be able to restore the balance of her worldview by enacting the punishment and control it demands of her to perpetuate.
When Tess Morgan's son came home with a tattoo, she was griefstricken. She knew her reaction was OTT (he's 21) but it signalled a change in their relationship
This is gold this, absolute gold, the most over the top melodramatic hysterical ridiculous thing I’ve ever read
This is actually so interesting to read- it’s from 2012 but its full of the same anxieties, even some of the same phrasing that many of the guardian’s later pieces on transness use. really hammers home how much of the terfism that emerged in the late 10s was middle class mothers angry at a loss of control over their adult children- whether that be their bodies or their friends or their opinions- and making that everyone’s problem because they have the power to do so
He says, “I’m still the same person.”
I look at him, sitting there, my 21-year-old son. I feel I’m being interviewed for a job I don’t even want. I say, “But you’re not. You’re different. I will never look at you in the same way again. It’s a visceral feeling. Maybe because I’m your mother. All those years of looking after your body – taking you to the dentist and making you drink milk and worrying about green leafy vegetables and sunscreen and cancer from mobile phones. And then you let some stranger inject ink under your skin. To me, it seems like self-mutilation. If you’d lost your arm in a car accident, I would have understood. I would have done everything to make you feel better. But this – this is desecration. And I hate it.”
Also just the classism of her associating tattoos with “vest tops, dogs on chains, broken beer glasses”; like, just say you hate poor people
This woman’s assumption of ownership over her son’s body is no different from the icky men who make their daughters pledge them their virginity.
You don’t own anyone else’s body, that’s gross.

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When Tess Morgan's son came home with a tattoo, she was griefstricken. She knew her reaction was OTT (he's 21) but it signalled a change in their relationship
This is gold this, absolute gold, the most over the top melodramatic hysterical ridiculous thing I’ve ever read
This is actually so interesting to read- it’s from 2012 but its full of the same anxieties, even some of the same phrasing that many of the guardian’s later pieces on transness use. really hammers home how much of the terfism that emerged in the late 10s was middle class mothers angry at a loss of control over their adult children- whether that be their bodies or their friends or their opinions- and making that everyone’s problem because they have the power to do so
He says, “I’m still the same person.”
I look at him, sitting there, my 21-year-old son. I feel I’m being interviewed for a job I don’t even want. I say, “But you’re not. You’re different. I will never look at you in the same way again. It’s a visceral feeling. Maybe because I’m your mother. All those years of looking after your body – taking you to the dentist and making you drink milk and worrying about green leafy vegetables and sunscreen and cancer from mobile phones. And then you let some stranger inject ink under your skin. To me, it seems like self-mutilation. If you’d lost your arm in a car accident, I would have understood. I would have done everything to make you feel better. But this – this is desecration. And I hate it.”
Also just the classism of her associating tattoos with “vest tops, dogs on chains, broken beer glasses”; like, just say you hate poor people
Okay, this article is amazing for a lot of reasons and does reflect so much about how parents feel about their children. At the very end, the author finds the core of her grief: she feels that she’s been “made redundant.” The tattoo serves as proof that her control over her child’s body is over and her influence over his autonomy is ended and IF that is where you place the role of the mother it WOULD be deeply hurtful for your child to do anything you didn’t like. A tattoo is the perfect example for an article like this because it’s perfectly banal, perfectly unimportant, and perfectly none of her business. But there is a parent in the world who would have this same reaction to their child starting HRT or their child cutting their hair or their child dating someone of a different race. The core wound of this author is the same of all emotionally immature parents: “You were mine, and now you’re not.” I think the only way to shift this perspective is to start recognizing the false premise–that not even as babies are your children YOURS.
When Tess Morgan's son came home with a tattoo, she was griefstricken. She knew her reaction was OTT (he's 21) but it signalled a change in their relationship
This is gold this, absolute gold, the most over the top melodramatic hysterical ridiculous thing I’ve ever read
This is actually so interesting to read- it’s from 2012 but its full of the same anxieties, even some of the same phrasing that many of the guardian’s later pieces on transness use. really hammers home how much of the terfism that emerged in the late 10s was middle class mothers angry at a loss of control over their adult children- whether that be their bodies or their friends or their opinions- and making that everyone’s problem because they have the power to do so
He says, “I’m still the same person.”
I look at him, sitting there, my 21-year-old son. I feel I’m being interviewed for a job I don’t even want. I say, “But you’re not. You’re different. I will never look at you in the same way again. It’s a visceral feeling. Maybe because I’m your mother. All those years of looking after your body – taking you to the dentist and making you drink milk and worrying about green leafy vegetables and sunscreen and cancer from mobile phones. And then you let some stranger inject ink under your skin. To me, it seems like self-mutilation. If you’d lost your arm in a car accident, I would have understood. I would have done everything to make you feel better. But this – this is desecration. And I hate it.”
Also just the classism of her associating tattoos with “vest tops, dogs on chains, broken beer glasses”; like, just say you hate poor people