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look I understand why the vast majority of black people are not in the business of giving white people credit for doing the right thing after years of oppression and humiliation at their hands. I get it 100%. I am often like that however when someone is willing to put their very lives on the line for the cause it doesn't matter to me if you're white hispanic native or asian you have my respect. black people have been putting themselves on the line because it is our lives, our communities, our sisters, our brothers, our mothers, our fathers and our children who are at stake however it when someone outside of the community does it, it is no small thing in my opinion. because these are redneck bikers and by the looks of how the cops did nothing to protect this young lady those bikers run that town. that means they can kill this girl and probably nothing will happen to them. that's no small thing.

so to this girl respect. and I'm sure this post will be met with the usual the derision from black people who just aren't about giving white people credit in this regard or in any regard ever and I get it. I really do but I'm not in the business of being illogical or dense. this was brave. this took guts.

Life in Code: A Personal History of Technology

Agnes Herczeg - macrame painting

Artist:

Born in the town of Kecskemét, Agnes Herczeg is a talented Hungarian textile artist. She graduated from the Hungarian University of Fine Arts in 1997. While studying, she has learned many traditional handicraft techniques, from embroidery and lace-making to macramé, and weaving.

Charlotte Brontë eschewed marriage longer than most (writing to Ellen Nussey that she wished they could just set up a little cottage and live together) but she finally married at 38, became pregnant, and died before her 39th birthday. If she had married younger would Jane Eyre exist? I was reading that biography of Charity & Sylvia last month and comparing their life together in their little cottage to the life of their married female relatives, which was honestly hell on earth. One of Charity’s sisters had 18 children. Charity’s mother had 10 living ones, and probably some additional stillbirths. She gave birth to her first child age 19, in 1758, then to a pair of twins in 1760, then another child in 1761, another in 1763, another in 1765, another in 1767, another in 1769, another in 1771, another in 1774, another in 1777. Charity was the last child and her mother had been sick with tuberculosis for months when she became pregnant with her, and she died soon after giving birth.

I wish people would call this murder—this woman was murdered by her husband, like countless other women who do not ‘count’ as victims of male violence because straight sex is natural, pregnancy is natural, childbirth is natural. But when after 20 years of nonstop pregnancies this woman had tuberculosis and suffered from severe respiratory distress, severe weight loss, fever and exhaustion, and her husband impregnated her again, her death was expected. He must have known; he just didn’t care. This woman’s sister—Charity’s aunt—remained a spinster and outlived all of her married sisters by several decades, living well into her eighties. (Ironically, male doctors in her century asserted that sex with men was necessary for women’s health. The biographer quoted from a popular home health guide which said that old maids incurred grievous physical harm from a lack of sex with men.) And this aunt had the time and liberty to develop her skill for embroidery to such an extent that two museums still preserve her embroidered bed drapes. She accomplished something, she nurtured her talent and self. Her name was also Charity, and I find it interesting that Charity’s mother named her last daughter, whose pregnancy & birth killed her, after her childless, unmarried sister.

male who created unfunny stoner cartoon that appeals to dunning-kruger syndrome basement dwellers actually hits women.

screenshot of the email in question, from the VP of sales (link to video: https://www.tiktok.com/@whitneyrose617/video/7192398935728688426) – she notes that 1) they should have called her, 2) there’s no real sense of apology, 3) there are no concrete next steps

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VP of sales called her this morning (not because of the TikToks – he / the company doesn’t know about them) to make sure they would still be going forward with the sale and that her company would still purchase his product.

The main reason I ever wanted to write a Hungarian mythology-based urban fantasy is that I needed to see someone do Bread Magic in a mundane modern setting.

Bread Magic shows up in a variety in Hungarian fairytales. It works like this: when someone evil, usually the devil, sometimes a dragon, wants to come into your house and hurt you, usually by taking your children, what you do is put a loaf of bread on the windowsill. It will speak for you.

When evil demands admission, the bread will say: First, they buried me under the ground, and I survived. When I sprouted, they cruelly cut me down with sickles, and I survived. They threshed me with their flails and I survived. They ground me to flour with their millstones and I survived. They put me in a bowl and kneaded me, then they put me in a hot oven to bake me, and I survived. Have you done all these things? Until you do all these things and survive, you have no power here.

This is pretty powerful magic I think, and it makes sense in a country where wheat is the staple crop and bread is the staple food. If you have bread, you are alive, if you have no bread, you are dead, therefore bread is life. It was customary to refer to wheat as “life” well into the twentieth century, and not in high literary circles either: rural seasonal workers negotiated their wages in so and so many sacks of life.