Costis closed his eyes, appalled.

You will however, understand exactly what they’re saying from the context of the video

And you will get to hear this person’s wonderful laughter

normal purse contents (wallet, keys, chapstick, massive wad of trash and receipts, etc)

first aid kit

large quantities of candied ginger

clothespin

fingerless gloves

emergency dice set

mysterious flash drive

carnival ticket (when did I even go to a carnival?)

small metal frog

mystery key (rusted)

tiny goat

eight spools of thread

fortune cookie fortune ("your goals will have you reach new heights")

cursed locket

measuring tape with built in flashlight and screwdriver

$5.13 in loose change

incredibly small snail shell

piece of purple broken glass

three hagstones

compass ring

four old train fare tokens

various acorns

forty-five cool rocks I found

It's a very normal bag sized bag, I swear!

Weirdly enough, the purpose of this purse cleanout was to move stuff from my old bag (the strap was breaking for some mysterious reason that's probably completely unrelated to anything in this post) to a new bag that looks like it should be bigger, but actually holds less stuff. Had to remove some of these items, which is an absolute injustice.

(The rocks are staying, because what if I need a cool rock for something in an emergency? Also because they're getting a nice little polish from jostling around all the time in the inevitable beach sand that ends up in every bag I own.)

Tumblr users over here trying to foil my plans to disappear into the ocean with a bag full of shiny rocks to bribe the merfolk into letting me live with them.

Okay admittedly I have no solid proof that this particular locket is cursed. Honestly it's mostly just wishful thinking. But maybe someday...

I really wanted to get a picture of my other actual, really definitely cursed locket for this post, but I'm currently unable to find it.

Edited to add because Tumblr was really determined to post this before I was done:

Okay it took me forever to remember to actually take pictures, but!

Tiny Goat!

Hagstones, plus bonus purple glass and train fare tokens, just because I think they're neat.

Also, the umbrella thing a few weeks ago proves nothing. The fact that there was an audible scattering of trinkets onto the sidewalk when I opened my umbrella (a small, purse-sized umbrella! a reasonable umbrella to carry around in one's bag!) does not in any way imply that there were too many trinkets in my bag. I have no idea how those coins, rocks, and random bits of broken jewelry got in there. It's an utter mystery.

If no, movement nudge! 🤸🏻‍♀️

> 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

And sure, you can dismiss these people as lazy, as stupid, as being elderly and so who cares. But from my 17 years of experience, I can tell you that technical instinct and ability varies widely across the entire adult spectrum. And I can also tell you that people have different strengths, and that just because someone isn't good with computers doesn't mean they aren't smart as hell.

And I can also say, again, that it really doesn't matter.

They take him home. They give him the Hebrew name Kal-El and the American name Clark so he will fit in. They know what it is to be different. There is no Hebrew school in Smallville so they teach him at home, and study Torah together. When he shows special abilities, they wonder to each other if he is the Moshiach. Not for the strength of his body, but for the strength of his kindness. He always seems to be helping others, delivering them from harm, as he was delivered to them. They never tell him this, but they teach him about the obligations without measure. He's a natural.

At school, he is side-eyed for being different. When he displays eccentricities, the villagers shrug and say "maybe it's a Jewish thing." The Kents make sure he values his education, and is always home for Shabbas dinner.

His is bar-mitzva'd at the nearest shul, a few towns over. They didn't know his birthday, so they chose one near Parshat Shemot. Now they worry that was too on-the-nose, but he gives a moving d'var about the obligation to speak truth to power.

As he comes into his own and tries to be a hero, he hides his identity from the public, not out of shame, but to keep his adopted parents safe. They've been persecuted enough.

When he moves to the big city for a job at a newspaper, Pa is so proud he cries. Clark uses his journalistic skills to expose corruption, give voice to the neglected and oppressed, and research his own origins. When he learns the truth about Krypton and his birth parents' desperate bid to send him to safety, Ma and Pa are not at all surprised that they were right.

When Clark brings Lois home, he assures his parents she is a nice Jewish girl, but they're just glad she's a mensch. They step on a glass to remember the destruction of Krypton, and stand under a chuppah quilted by Ma.

A white billionaire spews lies about him, trying to spread fear of the stranger in their midst. He comes out in public and says "There's nothing more American than being an immigrant."

When the government turns against immigrants, he stands on the side of the protestors and protects. Tear gass does nothing to him. He makes himself a shield. He writes article after article in the Daily Planet, making sure the public knows what their government is doing, that immigrants know their rights, that the powerful are put on notice. When they start rounding people up, he says "Never again."

They were! Superman was created in 1938 by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster, two Jewish boys, sons of immigrants.