mere humanity

Me 1 day later: I need to be left alone to gather the pieces of Me together

"They've got nobody in the Odyssey?"

"No I'm saying they don't got nobody."

"Nobody's there?"

"Nobody's not there!"

"So everyone's there?"

"Everybody but nobody!"

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Disclaimer: I am not a historian or scholar and am open to being corrected if there's anything I misunderstood or mispresented.

The black triangle, just like the more well known pink one, was part of the identification codes used by the Nazis in their concentration camps. The pink triangle signified „sexual deviants“, in the eyes of the Nazis anybody who didn’t fit into their rigid, fascist ideas of what „healthy“ sexuality looked like (for the most part that was so called „race hygiene“ and the hatred of anything considered abnormal including some expressions of what we’d call queerness today).

The black triangle meanwhile stood to signify „asocials“, meaning any social outcasts, sex workers, the chronically unhoused, Sinti and Romaa, people unable to keep steady employment (many due to disability or mental illness) and anybody else that the Nazis considered “harmful elements that didn’t contribute to the Reich“.

While many of those trialed under the infamous Paragraph 175 which outlawed homosexuality and sexual deviancy who were then marked with the pink triangle were not released upon the end of the Nazi regime due to the fact that their trials were still considered legitimate because of the continued existence of said paragraph the survivors eventually gained a sliver of recognition after many decades of continued persecution and disregard.

The Nazis however did not consider female homosexuality to even exist. 

Female „deviants“, meaning what we’d now consider queer women, transmasculine people and trans men weren’t regarded as that by name. 

This doesn’t mean the didn’t experience harsh persecution or imprisonment, a misrepresentation that even some historians perpetuated for a long time.

Those parts of what we’d now regard as the queer community were most often sent to the camps under the symbol of the black triangle, regarded as deviants by choice and enemies of the Reich’s ideas of an ideal society by their “deviant way of life” in the same vein as the mentally ill, those unfit to work or those unable or unwilling to keep stable housing.

People regarded as women who didn’t fit the rigid norms of what the ideal „Aryan woman“ was supposed to look like and how she was supposed to behave were considered deviants and many were additionally persecuted for other aspects of their background like their ethnicity or origin.

The Nazis never formally referred to these individuals as „sexual deviants“ because to them that sort of deviancy wasn’t something women were even capable of but they nonetheless persecuted what they considered abnormal behavior harshly and imprisoned and killed among many social outcasts, ethnic minorities, queer people, deviant women and trans ancestors under that lense.

Asexuals were also targeted by the Nazis in the same way as lesbians, trans ancestors and other queer people (apologies, it slipped my mind to add this when I made my reblog edit earlier.)

Many disabled and mentally ill people who were labeled "asocial" were not only detained but also "euthanized" (eu-thanasia meaning "good death", a horrible term the Nazis used to describe the institutionalized mass murder of disabled and mentally ill people they considered "better off dead.")

"asocials" were often also referred to as "arbeitsscheu" = literally "work-shy" meaning "lazy" or "unwilling to work" as the Nazis criminalized a perceived lack of work productivity or desire to "contribute" to their fascist regime.

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the first time I went in there I pointed at one of those extra-skinny baguettes and said “a flute, please” feeling pretty sure of myself, and the baker said “… that’s a ficelle” (you idiot) (was implied) “a flute is twice as large as a baguette.”

That’s insane, first of all, a flute is a skinny instrument. Call your fat baguette a bassoon, lady—I made some timid remark about how it would make more sense for a flute to be a skinny bread and the baker said, “In Paris it is. I thought you were from the South?”

oh, that hurt

I guess I’m from the part of the South that’s so close to Italy the bread’s waist size matters less than whether it’s got olives in it, but I left the bakery having an existential crisis over whether living in Paris had made me forget my roots

the Least Intimidating Bakery just had normal baguettes vs. seedy baguettes vs. horny baguettes (easy mode, some have seeds, some have horns), while the new bakery has breads that are only different on a molecular level—there’s a good old loaf and then another, identical loaf called a bastard? google told me a bastard is “halfway between a baguette and a bread” but denouncing them like “those are not regulation-sized bastards” would get me banned from the bakery for life

on my 2nd visit (while I stood in line discreetly googling baguette terminology) there was an English tourist who asked for a baguette while pointing at what was either a rustique or a sesame and I felt a bit worried for them, but the baker just clarified “this one?” to waive any responsibility if they found out later it wasn’t a classic baguette, then handed them the bread without educating them in a judgmental tone and I felt envious

I know it’s because she thinks the English are beyond saving but still it made me want to come back with a fake moustache and an English accent so I wouldn’t be expected to play bakery on expert mode just because I’m French. I asked for a pastry this time and the baker asked “no bread with that?” which felt cruel, like she wanted me to sprinkle myself with ashes and admit out loud that my level of bread proficiency isn’t as advanced as I once believed it was

The third time I went, I had lost all self-confidence and I hesitantly pointed at a bread and said “I’d like this, uh—what is it called?” and the baker looked at me in disbelief and said “That’s a baguette.”

God.

for the record, if that stupid bread had been flanked by a skinny bread (ficelle) and a fat one (flute) then yeah of course I would have known to call it a baguette, but in the absence of reference points I now felt lost and scared of being called a Parisian again

(via bsky)

In case anyone hasn't heard, the cyclospora outbreak affecting tons of people in the US right now is coming from Taylor Farms produce. Best to stay away from bagged lettuce and prepared salads completely right now, but especially the ones mentioned in the screenshot:

Taylor Farms Earthbound Farms Little Salad Bar (Aldi) Marketside (Walmart) Kroger House Brand Target private label greens Costco salads and greens etc Trader Joe's chopped salad kits and fresh produce Fast food: McDonalds, Taco Bell, (Yum! Brands), Chipotle, Subway, Pizza Hut, KFC, Olive Garden, Top Golf, Red Lobster, Burger King, etc.

This is not the first time I've heard about a Taylor Farms foodborne illness outbreak. I stopped eating their salads after reading a description of the conditions in their facilities. Doesn't sound like they've improved anything.

I want to name the fic and let people judge for themselves but I know a lot of people aren’t attuned to these tells and won’t believe me and will play devil’s advocate. really, I kind of want to go through the whole thing line by line and eviscerate it as a teaching tool

i’m still deliberating whether to outright name the author but I saw this on twitter, and I think this is why there are so many people complaining about a “witch hunt” because this problem is IMMENSE and a lot of people are probably trying to seed doubt into the conversation bc they are AI users

this is the study