Vernicosa

I actually do think we should discourage women from becoming housewives. Do not become financially dependent on a man. That's how a lot of women ended up dead over the years. A man gets violent suddenly and you have to choose between homelessness or potentially dying at his hand because you have an enormous gap in your resume and no degrees or certifications or anything that will help you pursue a career that will allow you to be financially independent. He owns your bank account. His name is probably the one on the car. Try and leave and he can report it stolen. Where will you go then?

oooh I get it it’s always gonna be because of the environment I grew up in

Opera Streams: Late-Mid May 2026

Half of becoming a functional adult after a traumatized childhood is literally just believing your own emotions judgement and opinions

The Hamas view of the Jewish people is not drawn solely from the pages of the Qur’an and hadith.  Its myopia is also the product of Western anti-Semitic [primarily Nazi] influences.  While Hamas, like other modern-day Islamic Jihadists, has developed its argument on the Jewish question by relying on Qur’anic and other Islamic sources, it also… [borrows] from such classical Western anti-Semitic sources as The Protocols of the Elders of Zion.”[xviii]  What Hamas has in common with Hitler is not merely the desire to exterminate the Jews.  No, it is this: exterminationist Jew hatred forms a definitive, foundational basis for their entire worldview.  Both for Nazis and for Islamic Jihadists, both for Hitler and for Hamas, exterminationist Jew hatred is a first principle defining the very essence of their thinking.

I was always impressed by an aspect of the ancient Greeks, not their definition of truth, but something in their language, a derivation. Their word for truth was aletheia, which derives from the verb lanthanein, to hide, to conceal, to leave in the dark. A-letheia is therefore the contrary, the revealed, the not-concealed, the thing brought to light. I am struck by the resemblance to photographic processes, to film, to images on celluloid. A light-sensitive layer is exposed, but that doesn't make a picture, only a latent image. In the darkroom it is treated with chemicals, and then gradually a picture emerges. It exerts a strange fascination, the way the image takes shape in the bath of developer, how it darkens and acquires detail. Leave aside for now the question of whether it's real or not. What I find so stirring is the process, the approximation, the emergence. The quest itself, bringing us nearer to the unraveled truth, allows us to participate in something inherently unattainable, which is truth.

I don't belong in the world, that's what it is!