You Will Be Loved.

and this

until I did my hair this morning and 

oh

welp

And here’s some pictures of the Afar people, who still live on the horn of Africa today.

these are some lyrics from the broadway revival of the musical falsettos. feel free to edit pronouns. some of the things on here may be considered nsfw.

❛ i’m jewish! ❜

❛ what we need is a miracle. ❜

❛ we are manipulating people and we need to know our worst sides aren’t ignored. ❜

❛ we’re good in bed. ❜

❛ i’m neurotic, he’s neurotic, they’re neurotic, we’re neurotic. ❜

❛ i want a tight-knit family. ❜

❛ i want it all. ❜

❛ i’m sure you’re not disgusting or indiscreet. ❜

❛ he told me how he loved me, how needed and/or valued me. ❜

❛ daddy is a prick. ❜

❛ will you be my valentine? ❜

❛ don’t make noise, but daddy’s kissing boys. ❜

❛ love reads like a bad biography, all the names are changed to protect the innocent. ❜

❛ god, you’re impossible. ❜

❛ everything he owns is vile. ❜

❛ send me flowers. ❜

❛ i was rich, he was horny. ❜

❛ i would kill for that thrill of first love. ❜

❛ do you love him? ❜

❛ he makes me smile a lot. ❜

❛ i worry a lot. ❜

❛ i could take you to the jewish center? ❜

❛ please see a psychiatrist. ❜

❛ i’m not responsible. ❜

❛ life can be wonderful: isn’t this wonderful? ❜

❛ i chopped it and served his food, the asshole forced me. and still the bastard divorced me! ❜

❛ you probably hurt his pride. ❜

❛ i caught them in the den. ❜

❛ it’s just he’s so damn happy that it makes me so damn mad. ❜

❛ i’m breaking down. ❜

❛ you must exorcise a devil. ❜

❛ i’ll be myself. ❜

❛ now, let’s eat some food! ❜

❛ i’d rather die in this position then remain the saint you think you know. ❜

❛ is it fatal? ❜

❛ well, i think it’s clear. ❜

❛ what do I do? what do i say? how do i ask? what do i hope for? ❜

❛ is this therapy? ❜

❛ why is he always here? ❜

❛ why don’t you feel alright for the rest of your life? ❜

❛ i love you, dear. ❜

❛ i’ll love you until i die. ❜

❛ i divorced my wife, she dried her eyes. ❜

❛ i can’t believe she loves you. ❜

❛ i got it all. ❜

❛ i’m sure we’re gonna come through it. ❜

❛ i’m tired of all the happy men who rule the world. ❜

❛ that said, i’ll be his wife. ❜

❛ teach it to your brother. ❜

❛ does this mean that i’m a fairy? ❜

❛ winning is everything to me. ❜

❛ nothing is everything to me. ❜

❛ chess ain’t how your boyfriend thinks! ❜

❛ all i wants a kiss. ❜

❛ visit when you please. ❜

❛ should she love me? ❜

❛ could he love me? ❜

❛ i’ve a good and bad side, but they’re one in the same. ❜

❛ all my recreation seems to suit me okay. ❜

❛ i am sure his divorce is a tribute to me. ❜

❛ he’s sweet and he’s warm and he loves me so. ❜

❛ he’s sweet and he’s mean. ❜

❛ do i love him? no. ❜

❛ i never wanted to love you. ❜

❛ i never wanted till death do we two part. ❜

❛ kid, be my son. ❜

❛ i loved you. ❜

❛ i love you. ❜

❛ you can sing a different song. ❜

❛ you’ll be a man, kid. ❜

Rocio Fuentes weighed up the cost of getting some new sofas for her new apartment in Pasadena, Texas, and decided the family budget could just about stretch to it. Just one month after moving in, Hurricane Harvey swept through and the Fuenteses were left not only with the ruined furniture but also an ongoing rental demand for a dwelling they had to flee.

“At first we didn’t think it would be that bad, but then the water came through the wall and up through the carpet,” Fuentes said. “Once we saw the water wasn’t going to stop, we left.”

Fuentes, her husband Jaime and their five children, ages ranging from seven months to 14 years, were plucked from the floodwaters by her mother, who arrived in a truck. They are now crammed into her sister’s apartment and with no insurance have little idea where they will live next. Jaime is unable to earn money because his construction job has been paused due to the flooding.

But while everything has changed for this family, they are still expected to pay for their abandoned home.

“Our landlords say we have to pay rent and late fees and every day it is going up,” Fuentes said. “We are paying rent for somewhere we can’t live in. They said ‘you aren’t the only ones in this situation’, but what are we supposed to do? We don’t have any money. We don’t have anything.”

In Texas, the tenant law dictates that you have a right to demand that the landlord repair any condition that materially affects your health and safety. Under Texas law, by renting you the property, the landlord guarantees that the unit will be a fit place to live.

So if it’s dangerously flooded and unhygienic THEY have to fix it, not you, and you can break your lease with no penalty or have the landlord court ordered to repair it. Most states have laws like this, so actually the landlords here are risking lawsuits and people legally nailing them to the wall by trying to charge on units that are unfit for habitation.

Also

To anyone in the Florida area, my cat(Alucard) has been missing for roughly two days.

I have searched everywhere on our property, I think he ran off due to the oncoming storm.

He’s wearing a yellow collar with a reflective band and was last seen in Lake County. He also has a scar that I just noticed a few days ago, it’s only visible if you part his fur. I do not know when he got it as he has never been injured in that area in the four years I’ve had him. Our front door does not lock unless you slam it and we had a visitor two days ago, when he went missing. We’ve contacted our neighbors and the visitor to keep a look out.

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Dr Joshi was the first Indian woman to earn an MD; her Wikipedia page has the broad details of her life story. She argued that she should go to medical school due to “a growing need for Hindu lady doctors in India”, and was apparently the only student with the stomach to last through a demonstration autopsy of an infant. She died of tuberculosis in 1887, aged just 21 years old, but was such a remarkable figure that her first biography was published in 1888; since then there have been multiple biographies, a novel, a play, and a Hindi serial about her life. Drexel University has quite a few more documents about her in their archives.

Dr Okami was the first Japanese woman to earn a degree in Western medicine from a Western university; she also has a Wikipedia page which gives an overview of her life. Among other things she was appointed to head the gynaecology unit at Jikei Hospital in Tokyo, but resigned after Emperor Meiji visited the hospital and refused to receive her because she was a woman.

Dr Islambooly is the least well-known; her life was mostly undocumented after she returned home to Syria as the country’s first female physician. She was apparently a Kurdish Jewish woman who later moved to Cairo, where she died in 1941.

He then allowed my dad back in my room after 5 min of being awake without my consent, allowed my dad to touch my arm which sent pain down my body and I told my dad not to touch me. The surgeon said ‘shut up or I’ll put your galbladder back in’

My great auntie, an Auschwitz survivor, called my mother up today.

 “this is how it began, before they put us on the trains”

And then hung up.

She’s 95 years old and she has never admitted to being Jewish, to being a survivor. I was 7 years old when I overheard my dad and mom talking about, I just  learnt about the Holocaust in school, we saw photos of those skeletal humans. My small kid’s brain couldn’t grasp it. You have to understand that in Jewish elementary school you learn about the Holocaust before you hit grade 3.

I am 30 years old now…and she still denies her Jewish heritage. The trauma was too great, the horror too massive. The fear so deeply ingrained.

Until today…today she said it out loud. 

Her story is incredible, how she came to be a part of my mom’s family is a pretty magical story. I hope that before she dies, I can hear it from her mouth and not just the secondhand telling from my parents and grandmother.

Can you imagine what kind of trauma it must have been for her to be watching the news and see all this white supremacy bullshit? 

It’s been 72 years…72 years of saying nothing. The Holocaust was a taboo subject if she was even remote hearing distance…Even after she heard that I’d been assaulted by a group of skinheads…she said nothing.

It was the newsreels of what happened in Charlottesville, Virginia that shook something loose.

And what is she going to do with all of the beautiful writing he gave her over the years, his letters? 

The entire play is a fourth wall-breaking battle for narrative control of personal and professional legacy. That’s what it’s about. Conventional wisdom — and basic logic — states that history is written by the winners. Hamilton: An American Musical shows us the battle for that proverbial quill.

Literally the first song tells us “His enemies destroyed his rep/America forgot him” because up until the release of this play, Alexander Hamilton’s legacy was mostly overlooked by the average American, largely thanks to folks like Jefferson and Madison underselling his contributions after he died.

(This is also why Jefferson isn’t shy and awkward in the play. While that would have been historically accurate, the point is that the modern perception of Jefferson is that he’s a Big Fucking Deal. Because he made himself look that way.)

So the characters on stage are constantly fighting to make their version of events the version of events.

Burr is the narrator because this is his opportunity to tell his side of things. “History obliterates in every picture it paints, it paints me in all my mistakes.” He’s saying that in the end he LOST the fight for narrative control. And yet — and here’s the fucking amazing part — the mere act of explaining this to the audience CHANGES OUR PERCEPTION OF BURR and alters his place in history. God Lin is too smart for his own goddamn good.

(“History has its eyes on you,” Washington says, putting a very fine point on things. And if you don’t think he also means there’s an audience sitting watching this play, you’re not paying attention.)

So, let’s talk about Alexander, his obsession with legacy, and his tried and true method for controlling the narrative:

Writing.

In “Hurricane” he says “I’ll write my way out! Write everything down far as I can see! … Overwhelm them with honesty! This is the eye of the hurricane, this is the only way I can protect my legacy!”

“It doesn’t work” you might say, going by the contents of “The Reynolds Pamphlet.” Except… it kinda does. “At least he was honest with our money!” the company sings. Which was really Alexander’s main concern, after all. Think of his priorities in “We Know” where his first instinct is to gloat because “You have nothing!” It’s not until a beat later that he even considers Eliza.

He published the Reynolds Pamphlet because he didn’t want people to think he was disloyal to the United States. His concern was with his professional legacy. And in that sense… he succeeded.

(He succeeded in another way, too. Listen to “Say No To This.” (God I could write a 40 page paper on that song alone.) This is where we actually hear the contents of the Reynolds Pamphlets. And how does the song begin? With Burr explicitly handing narrative control to Alexander Hamilton. “And Alexander’s by himself. I’ll let him tell it.”

Every line of dialogue from Maria is prefaced with Hamilton saying “she said.” That’s because HAMILTON IS WRITING HER DIALOGUE. Hamilton is creating this character of a sultry seductress in red, coming to him when he was weak and luring him to adultery. Maria Reynolds in the play not a character, she’s a fantasy, created to excuse Hamilton’s transgressions.

It’s worth noting at this juncture that Maria Reynolds, the real woman, wrote her own pamphlet. No one would publish it. She was silenced. And Hamilton’s depiction of her as a morally corrupt temptress became the dominant narrative.

So suck on that literally any time you want to fucking blame Maria for Hamilton’s affair: good job, you’ve bought into a serial adulterer’s lies about a battered woman. Also don’t do that, I swear to god I will come for you.)

SO. What does any of this have to do with Burn?

In the very end, it’s revealed that it wasn’t Jefferson or Burr or Hamilton in control of the Almighty Narrative.

It was Eliza.

The very last second of the play is Alexander Hamilton turning Eliza to face the audience. She sees the people watching, and she gasps. Because she did this. She’s the reason this play exists. She’s the reason Lin Manuel Miranda is telling us a damn thing about Alexander Hamilton, she’s the reason Hamilton got a massively popular zeitgeist musical.

Now. Throughout the course of the play Eliza sees all these people weaving their important stories and she thinks she’s somehow… outside. She’s not a statesman, she’s not brilliant like Angelica, she’s just a wife and a mother and she has no place among these giants. At one point she LITERALLY ASKS HER HUSBAND TO BE INCLUDED I’M GONNA SCREAM.

And yet she never had to ask. She was in control the whole time.

And how, how did she do it? How did she “keep” Alexander’s “flame?” By collecting and preserving everything he WROTE, of course. Making sense of it all. She spent fifty years on the project. Everything she collected BECAME THE NARRATIVE.

But you know what wasn’t in there?

That’s right: those letters she burned.

So she didn’t just insult him, oh noooo. Eliza WHOLESALE OBLITERATED A PIECE OF ALEXANDER HAMILTON FROM THE NARRATIVE.

And not just any piece. “You built me palaces out of paragraphs, you built cathedrals,” she sings. In “Hurricane” Hamilton lists his letters to Eliza among his greatest accomplishments, (conflating his writing them with actually BEING HER HUSBAND, god what a self-centered prick). “I wrote Eliza love letters until she fell.”

Eliza says: “I’m burning the memories, burning the letters that might have redeemed you.”

The best pieces of Alexander Hamilton: gone.