The funny thing about generational trauma is that it doesn't really look like trauma. It just looks like "that funny thing that everyone's mom does for no apparent reason."
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The funny thing about generational trauma is that it doesn't really look like trauma. It just looks like "that funny thing that everyone's mom does for no apparent reason."

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I have the most beautiful news which is - When my eldest niece was a toddler, we all - Me, two of my biker friends, and four generations of my family - went to see the fireworks at the beach, and she got cold and sleepy so I wrapped her up in my leather jacket and denim kut covered in patches from bike rallies and sat her on my bike so she could warm herself up on the still-hot engine, where she fell asleep.
Her Mam took a photo, and I jokingly said "One day, if she's gay, she'll be able to impress girls with that picture."
Anyway, today she texted me and said that a girl she likes was really impressed with the photo of her as a baby hanging out with the bikers.
Inside you there are 2 wolves. or 3. or 4.
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And what pisses me off the most is so many of you have used “protecting your peace” as an excuse to foster 0 conflict resolution skills, cut people off with no explanation, mistreat your friends, be anything but empathetic about human errors your friends are prone to making just as you’re prone to making, never sit in discomfort of having an opposing opinion with someone else, and to also just be blatantly rude and mean spirited. Like a lot of you are obsessed w humbling people and it’s sad. You mistake your flippancy for strength, when it’s anything but. Maybe it’s insecurity too, but above all else it’s flippancy and the inability to put yourself in other people’s shoes. It’s weakness disguised as confidence. And it is genuinely harmful, both to yourself and to others !
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Oh, by the way, there are already 10 covers!
Witches are next
i promise you have no idea how this is going to end
Look I don't really care for AI. I'm scared about the increasing over-reliance on tools like chatgpt and Ai assist that repeatedly give flawed or false information, I reject the promise of AI writers and actors that might infect mainstream art. But like...y'all need to change the way you look at this stuff for real. So much popular anti-AI language is so abstracted from any material reality and human truth, making up slurs for Ai bots like that's a normal thing to do, wantonly accusing artists of using Ai like a witch hunt, and talking about the human element of art supplanted by AI in very Christian terms, calling it "sacred" or coming from the soul. You don't have to like AI, but I really encourage you to examine how you feel about it and what it's been making you say. Cause it's apparently making you say ethnic slurs
Gomez and Morticia Addams got divorced. I woke up mortified and with a sense of inexplicable dread.
you literally don’t need any other plot and i would watch the movie
Every 'normal' adult is fussing around Pugsley and Wednesday because "poor children that must be so hard for you to see mom and dad break up like this"
But the kid are absolutely unfazed, arguing that "it's alright they will be together again soon". The normie are so sad for the "children clinging to vain hopes" until Morticia and Gomez get married again two weeks after the divorce.
In the meantime Mama and Uncle Fester fight about which one of them will go to whose custody.
They pretend to argue in court and at meeting with lawyers over the splitting of the properties but that's mostly Gomez insisting to leave more and more thing to his wife in an angry voice.
At home they decided not to talk to each other so Lurch has to (begrudgingly) transmit messages from one to the other, even when they are sat on either side of the table.
That works (more or less) then Morticia says one word in french and Gomez run to cover her with kisses until Morticia remind him that they are spliting (that's the only moment he seems to regret the whole thing)
This. All of this.
Wednesday offers to help with split custody of Pugsley. her suggestion involved a big table saw
They fight over who gets to hire the expensive big-firm lawyer and who gets to hire the up-and-coming rookie divorce lawyer. It's a whole Thing.
The up and coming lawyer is Thing?
Thing wins the case
it's actually started because Thing just passed the bar exam and no one will hire Thing
Thing is dressed as elle woods
The problem with ancient history is that ancient historians were not all that great from separating rumors from facts.
Like, you learn that China’s first dynasty was the Xia Dynasty, and at first that seems pretty solid.
But then you realize that all the knowledge we have about the Xia Dynasty’s existence can be traced to like twoish books from multiple dynasties later, which talk about how the Xia Dynasty was founded by Yu the Great, who had a pet dragon and defeated nine-headed monsters, because this is all knowledge that has been handed down in a giant game of Telephone and no one knows which part is even real.
And a lot of knowledge we have about ancient history is like this. Did Sun Tzu (creator of Sun Tzu’s Art of War) really exist? Or was The Art of War just a collection of common knowledge from the Warring States Period? Did Lao Tse (founder of Taoism) really exist? Or was the Tao Te Ching just a collection of Taoist thought?
Anyway, whenever we tell stories about things that happened in Whatever BC, remember to mentally add “according to this one guy from like 500-1500 years later, who learned it from bedtime stories”.
One of my very favourite ancient texts is ’On Marvelous Things Heard’, by some unknown person who is almost certainly not Aristotle. It’s part of what gets called the ‘Aristotelian Corpus’ - the texts that people used to think were all written by Aristotle but now people think were probably just texts written by people around Aristotle that got included in the set of Aristotle’s works by mistake. There’s no way of knowing who actually wrote it - it could even be the real Aristotle - but it’s fair to say that it’s not written in Aristotle’s typical style.
As for the text itself, it’s just a list of… stuff the author has heard. Some of it is probably true:
And some of it probably isn’t:
And no effort is made to distinguish the two. Antiquity is like that! When most of what you know about the world is just ‘a guy told you that he heard a thing’ you can’t be choosy.
Funnily enough, the legend of the bird that eats scraps of meat from the crocodile’s mouth is a fable that has refused to die, specifically because it sounds like it is “probably true”.
I mean, It Stands To Reason, right? It’s not asking for too much suspension of disbelief.
And yet centuries of ornithology have not produced any concrete evidence that there is a bird that enters crocodile’s mouths to eat. There are birds that will feed around basking crocodiles; there are birds that pick at wounds on large herbivores; but this specific legend has yet to be formally substantiated. So I won’t really bother talking about it.
… wait, you thought that was what I was going to talk about? No, let’s talk about mice eating iron, which might actually be more feasible! Let’s take a look at it and the next anecdote…
Now, if you subscribe to the theory that giant gold-digging ants were in fact marmots who dug gold up and brought it to the surface (Peissel, 1984), then the second one may be another expression of rodents as gold-diggers. Emphasis on the may. Without further evidence, this is no better than deducing that dinosaur fossils inspired griffins and dragons. It may just as easily represent a miner’s superstition that mice in mines might have possibly eaten some of their precious metal (Zucker, 2024).
But what about the Cypriot mice who eat iron? While both observations are about metal-eating mice, they seem to be otherwise unrelated.
The origin of the story of metal-eating mice, and a bunch of other swarming animals, appears to be a lost work by Theophrastus (Zucker, 2024). The story is repeated by Aelian (5.12)
In the island of Gyarus Aristotle says that there are Rats and that they actually eat iron ore. And Amyntas says that the Rats of Teredon (this is in Babylonia) adopt the same food. (Aelian, 1959, p. 307)
and by Pliny (8.43 and 8.82)
M. Varro informs us… that the inhabitants of Gyarus, one of the Cyclades, were driven away by mice… (Pliny, 1855, p. 295)
We are informed by Theophrastus, that after the mice had driven the inhabitants of Gyara from their island, they even gnawed the iron; which they also do, by a kind of natural instinct, in the iron forges among the Chalybes. (Pliny, 1855, p. 350)
The anecdote of metal-eating mice as a historical event is also told by Antigonus, Heracleides, and Livy (Papademetriou, 1970).
First of all… where are they exactly? Cyprus and Gyaros are two very different islands. It appears likely that the Cyprus reading is a corruption in the existing manuscripts of the Marvelous Things Heard, where Γυάρῳ was misread as Κύπρῳ (Giacomelli, 2023). Indeed, a more recent translation of the Marvelous Things Heard gives this.
25 · It is said that in the island of Gyaros the mice eat iron. (Aristotle, 1984, p. 2783)
The distinction is important, because this is what Gyaros looks like.
It’s a barren, desert island in the Aegean, about 23 sq km in area, a far cry from populous Cyprus.
So… at face value, it would seem that this started out as a tale about how an island got overrun by mice who ate everything, which evolved into “mice eat iron on this island”.
I say seem because I’m just making up explanations after the fact, given what’s available. No better than using dinosaur fossils to explain belief in dragons.
… but wait, there’s more. You didn’t think there was more?
“Where mice eat iron” exists on its own as an expression. It was used, for instance, by Herodas.
But you’re a bad boy, Kottalos, so bad that none could find a good word for you even were he selling you, not even in the land where mice throughout eat iron. (Herodas, 1922, p. 115)
In other words, “you’re so worthless that, even in the places where they’re desperate, nobody would want you”. “Mice eating iron” here suggests hardship and scarcity. Perhaps the mice ate everything on the island and, having exhausted all available food, had nothing left to gnaw but iron?
However! It has been suggested that “where mice throughout eat iron” is a misreading, and it would be more correct as “where mice eat iron just as slag [i.e. metallurgical waste]”. The sense of the sentence would be the same (a place with low standards) but it would imply that “mice eating iron” is to be taken as something that happens quite often (Stamoulakis, 2023). In fact, mice chewing on metal didn’t just happen on Gyaros. It was seen as a portent of war at Lanuvium when the mice gnawed on metal shields, since they would soon be reduced to famine as a result of the war (Marcovich, 1977).
Which adds another dimension to metal-eating mice: that of something extraordinary happening. A place where mice eat iron is a place where the unexpected happens, for better or worse (Papademetriou, 1970).
On the other hand, Seneca uses the expression to describe Hades. Here, Hercules addresses Claudius in the ever-delightfully-named Apocolocyntosis*.
Listen to me and stop talking nonsense. You have come to a place where the mice gnaw iron [ubi mures ferrum rodunt]. Tell me the truth, quick, or I’ll knock the silliness out of you. (Seneca, 1902, p. 140)
Here, it reflects how tough and strenuous life is in Hades, although another commentator has suggested that it is a metaphor for a mouse getting caught in a trap (Ball, 1902). Perhaps it’s saying that this is a miraculous place where the impossible happens (Papademetriou, 1970). Or maybe it’s just trying to say that even the mice in Hades are so tough that they chew on metal (Marcovich, 1977).
Making them the equivalent of this guy, really.
But the most likely reason is to indicate scarcity and to criticize Claudius’ lavish lifestyle, which Seneca disapproved of. Like in the example of Lanuvium mentioned previously, the mice in the afterlife are starving, and soon Claudius will too - a terrible fate for the gluttonous emperor (Marcovich, 1977).
Finally, metal-eating mice (as a symbol for scarcity or marvelousness) eventually evolved into the modern Greek proverb “the fly is eating metal” (Papademetriou, 1970).
Ultimately, we need to ask the big question implied by all of this.
Can mice gnaw iron?
They could.
Iron is a 4 on the Mohs hardness scale. Mouse teeth are 5.5. Metal generally keeps mice away, but perhaps a sufficiently determined mouse - a starving one perhaps - could leave some gnaw marks on iron (Zucker, 2024).
So… perhaps there is some truth to it after all.
*Pumpkinification :3
References
Aelian, Scholfield, A. F. trans. (1959). On the Characteristics of Animals, vol. I. Harvard University Press.
Aristotle, Barnes, J. ed. (1984). The complete works of Aristotle: The revised Oxford translation (one-volume digital edition). Princeton University Press.
Giacomelli, C. (2023). Suspicious toponyms in the De mirabilibus auscultationibus: Textual problems,“ forgeries,” and methodological issues. In Historiography and Mythography in the Aristotelian Mirabilia (pp. 234-257). Routledge.
Herodas, Headlam, W., & Knox, A. D. eds. (1922). The Mimes and Fragments. Cambridge University Press.
Marcovich, M. (1977). UBI MURES FERRUM RODUNT (Seneca,“ Apocolocyntosis” 7.1). Rheinisches Museum für Philologie, 120(H. 1), 85-89.
Papademetriou, J. T. (1970). The Mutations of an Ancient Greek Proverb. Revue des Études Grecques, 94-105.
Peissel, M. (1984). The Ants’ Gold. Harvill Press.
Pliny, Bostock, J. & Riley, H. T. eds. (1855). The natural history of Pliny, vol. II. Henry G. Bohn.
Seneca, Ball, A. P. trans. (1902). The satire of Seneca on the apotheosis of Claudius. Columbia University Press.
Stamoulakis, I. P. (2023). A Critical and Interpretative Proposal on Herodas 3, 75–76. Arctos–Acta Philologica Fennica, 57, 217-228.
Zucker, A. (2024). De mirabilibus auscultationibus 23–28 and Theophrastus’ Lost On Animals That Appear in Swarms 1. In The Aristotelian Mirabilia and Early Peripatetic Natural Science (pp. 86-111). Routledge.

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Miss Piggy's guide to etiquette:
From Miss Piggy's Guide to Life (Henry Beard, 1981).
“I have led a toothless life, he thought. A toothless life. I have never bitten into anything. I was waiting. I was reserving myself for later on—and I have just noticed that my teeth have gone.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, The Age of Reason (via nauseadaily)
stop trying to be palatable, stop trying to be palatable, stop
i give u full permission to be weird. i am signing your permission slip
she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.
my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.
my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.
my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.
at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.
my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.
i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.
two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.
it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.
i feel so bad for nikola tesla like imagine spending years beefing with a guy who has conned the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and you end up dying broke and starving and alone and then 100 years later another guy cons the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and he's doing it all IN YOUR NAME. he must be rolling in his grave like a fucking rotisserie chicken
His ghost is setting those cars on fire actually
I hadn’t really considered “the agnostic demigod of electromagnetism is the reason Musk’s companies fail” before, but I like the concept.
Let’s help him out. Likes charge, reblogs cast

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