#henry vaccum

[internalintestines]

things i read last month (february 2023)

poetry

my mother would be a falconress - robert duncan

kink - imani davis

words for the sri lanka tourist office - indran amirthanayagam

substitution - anne spencer

ice - gail mazur

when the dawn comes to the city - claude mckay

the lammegerier daughter - pascale petit

canopy - arlene keizer

regarding the rottgen piete - elle emerson

missed time - ha jin

february 11th 1990 - wanda coleman

the venus of milo - henrietta cordelia ray

there are no boring people in this world - yevgent yevtushenko

we have not long to love - tennessee williams

eating together - kim addonizio

i have just said - mary oliver

challenge - sterling a. brown

on a train - wendy cope

books

detransition, baby - torrey peters

closer baby closer - savannah brown (poetry collection)

university readings

‘literary criticism’ in lesbian and gay studies: an introduction, vincent quinn, 1987 (intro to queer studies)

‘the greyhound bus station in the evolution of lesbian popular culture’ in new lesbian criticism, angela weir and elizabeth wilson, 1992 (intro to queer studies)

extract from ‘beebo brinker’, ann bannon, (intro to queer studies)

‘modernism, post modernism and art education’, in art education vol 39, patricia clahassey, 1989 (modernism and after)

‘modernity and modernism’ chapter 2 from the condition of postmodernity, david harvey, 1990 (modernism and after)

‘the bauhaus and studio art education’ in art education vol 34, andrew phelan, 1981 (modernism and after)

‘johannes itten and the background of modern art education’ in art journal vol 27, henry p raleigh, 1968 (modernism and after)

substack

evil female: on sensitivitiy, sadness and noticing things

evil female: everyone is grotesque and no one is turned on

grace rother: warmth

evil female: personal style is dead and the algorithm killed it

maybe baby: #135 anti anti social social club

joshua citarella's newsletter: there is no alternative

joshua citarella's newsletter: tag yourself

grace rother: into march

patti smith: milan in three segments

evil female: the tragedy of work shakespear

articles

‘raw eggs, pink pills and embodied identity: online communities creates their own proof in a vaccum of truth’, joshua citarella, document journal, 2023

#what i read this month #february #2023 #read list #misc reads

[hemanuely]

Objetos Para The Sims 2 - (Parte 45)

1# Katsu - 8-3 thermos repo + edit

Katsurin's ts2 Simblr (tumblr.com)

2# Journal by Lolita

Studio Lolita • Hi everybody! Today I am bringing this Journal... (tumblr.com)

3# [lace] arsenic on the rocks - deco flask

The Months That Time Forgot! - TS2 Edition (gardenofshadows.org.uk)

4# Hold That Thought - woohoo heart condoms

Downloads: Woohoo condoms with more woohoo - Strangetown, Here We Come. — LiveJournal

5# Pharmacy Items Part II by 2FW

Pharmacy Items Part II - Two Fingers Whiskey — LiveJournal

6# Chazzhay Mock Mod Deco

ChazzSims ARCHIVE — I showed these earlier and got a few notes so I... (tumblr.com)

7# Coworkers' Phone Book

Mod The Sims - Coworkers' Phone Book

8# Billy jean Vintage Trash Can RCs Betsy4Arts

Sims 2~BillyjeanVintageTrashCanRCs_Betsy4Arts (simpearls.co.uk)

9# Rage by Lolita

Studio Lolita • Hi everybody! Today I bring these necessaire... (tumblr.com)

10# Katsu 8-3 Henry Vaccum Cleaner

Katsurin's ts2 Simblr (tumblr.com)

#the sims 2 download #objects ts2

[odinspattern]

I’ve heard that Henry is a bad vaccum but like. I’d be more motivated if mine was as cute like Henry is.

I want a Henry in my life.

#also all henry’s and henrik’s that I’ve met are cool guys so

[danielhshaffer]

I asked my twitter followers to comment the names of characters they wanted me to paint for the #SixFanarts challenge. I got 23 comments and then chose these six from the comments. I might do this again!

#illustration #artists on tumblr #Character Design #fan art #shrek #akira #buttercup #henry vaccum #powerpuff girls #flapjack #garfield #painting #cute #art #daniel shaffer

[atrenchcoatfilledwithbeees]

I wanna be you're vaccum cleaner

What if we kissed

And we were the Henry and Hetty hoovers 🥰☺️😳🥰☺️😳🥰☺️🥰😳🥰🥰

[uneasylisteningradio]

Uneasy Listening: Bells

Image: the sound of a bell in a vaccum vs in air WPRB famously has a 25-hour holiday marathon from Christmas Eve through Christmas evening and being on right after that, I decided to do a show of (mostly) un-Christmasy bells. Festive, yet secular. And here it is!

listen on Mixcloud

The Stooges - I Wanna Be Your Dog

DJ speaks over Mike Oldfield - Tubular Bells

David Johansson, Jenny Lewis, Bill Murray and Friends - Fairytale of New York Phil Ochs - The Bells Sonny & The Sunsets - Ring My Bell Dicky Dell & the Bing Bongs - Ding-A-Ling-A-Ling-Ding-Dong The Kinks - Big Black Smoke DJ speaks over Duke Ellington - Ring Dem Bells (Take 2) Kumar Sanu & K.S. Chithra - Payalay Chunmun Chunmun The Archies - Jingle Jangle Cast of Oh What a Lovely War - The Bells of Hell Go Ting-a-ling-a-ling Billy Ward & The Dominoes - The Bells The Cleaners From Venus - Wivenhoe Bells (II) DJ speaks over Antisect - Midsummer Night's Dream Heino - Glocken der Heimat X-Seamans Institute - Strike the Bell The Fates - Ritual The Deltairs - Lullabye of the Bells Scott Walker - Cowbells Shakin' The Equals - Ding Dong DJ speaks over Henry Mancini - Cowbells and Coffee Beans Nogu Svelo - The Little Chinese Bells The De Zurik Sisters - Sweet Hawaiian Chimes No Trend - Without Me Wolfbrigade - Under the Bell Robert & Μπέσσυ - Ντινγκ-Ντανγκ-Ντονγκ (Ding A Dong) Highway Robbery - Bells DJ speaks over Rad Garland - If I Were a Bell Chumbawamba - So Long, So Long LiLiPUT - Ring-a-ding-dong Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson - Offering Gen Pop - Bell Book Candle Blossom Toes - When the Alarm Clock Sings C-3's - Bell Is Ringing DJ speaks over Nurse with Wound and Graham Bowers - The Bells of Hell Go Ting a Ling a Ling Dimples Jackson - Ring-a- Ling Broadcast - The Little Bell Lou Reed - Crazy Feeling Alfred G. Karnes - When They Ring the Golden Bills Jean Stapleton, George S. Irving & Bells Are Ringing Ensemble - Bells Are Ringing DJ speaks over The Pentangle - Bells The Broadway Brass - If I Were a Bell

#bells #community radio #college radio #broadcast #music #indie rock #indie pop #r&b #doo wop #hard rock #musicals #post punk #punk #bollywood #garage rock #dbeat #soul #jazz #rock #disco

[inky-duchess]

I want to ask you something. In Sleeping Beauty while the kingdom was sleeping another kingdom annexed it. Could it be possible for the kingdom to release itself from the other kingdom after it woke up?

Kingdoms split often in the wake of the absence or in the weakness of a MONARCH. With everyone falling asleep, it leaves a power vaccum. This happened both France & England before, during and after the Hundred Years War during the turbulent reigns of Charles the Mad & Henry IV, both of which lapsed into comatose states and fits of incoherent bouts of madness. During the Sleeping Beauty tale, centuries pass until they all awaken so the kingdom will be very much independent by this stage.

#ask answered

[tedllasso]

I was tagged by @ferrisbuellers​ (thank you tagging me ❤️ )

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? orange

2. name a food you never eat: sushi 🤮

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? too warm. hate the warm weather. 

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? watching Winter Soldier.

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? anything with peanuts in it so snickers and m&ms for example.

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? plenty of times and I actually miss it a lot.

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? ‘you’re so stupid sometimes.’ to my cat. loool

8. what is your favorite ice cream? coffee.

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? water.

10. do you like your wallet? yes I do. It’s very practical.

11. what is the last thing you ate?  a ferrero rocher. 

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend?  No. Didn’t buy many this year. 

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? football (soccer to americans).

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? my popcorn is just popcorn and sugar and sometimes I don’t even add sugar. It’s not a meal ppl. loool

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? a friend. 

16. ever been camping? YES. I camp since I was a kid. I love it.   

17. do you take vitamins? No. 

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? twice a year. Christmas and Easter. 

19. do you have a tan? Yes. I’m pretty much tanned all year round. It’s my skin tone. 

20. do you prefer Chinese or pizza? Chinese. 100%

21. do you drink your soda through a straw? Nope. 

22. what color socks do you usually wear? It depends. 

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? A tiny little bit enough not to loose my license. lool

24. what terrifies you? losing my loved ones. 

25. look to your left, what do you see? a Lamp. 

26. what chore do you hate most? Vaccum. I swear the damn thing hates me. Also ironing. 

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? Hemmy.

28. what’s your favorite soda? Coca Cola. 

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? when I do go (I hardly ever) I go in. 

30. what’s your favorite number? I don’t have one. 

31. who’s the last person you talked to? my mom. 

32. favorite meat? chicken

33. last song you listened to? Nikita by Elton John.

34. last book you read?  The Bostonians by Henry James. 

35. favorite day of the week? the weekend. 

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? I think I can. never tried. 

37. how do you like your coffee? black 

38. favorite pair of shoes? sneakers. adidas and converse. 

39. time you normally get up? 7am.

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets.

41. how many blankets on your bed? 3.

42. describe your kitchen plates: white with little ornaments. 

43. describe your kitchen at the moment: very clean. I hate a dirty, messy kitchen. I love waking up to a clean house. ouch the virgo just jumped out of me out of nowhere now. lol

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? YES. BEEEEEER. 

45. do you play cards? when I’m with friends. 

46. what color is your car? grey

47. can you change a tire? yes.

48. your favorite state or province? I’m not american but massachusetts and the whole new england area is my brand. 

49. favorite job you’ve had? teaching. I love it and I hope I get to keep doing it. 

I tag: @ima-dni, @chris-evans, @timothyolyphant,  @clintfbarton and everyone who wants to do it. 

#I've been tagged

[sammyloomis]

anyway ive had this scenario in my head for weeks so i need to talk abt it

regina, emma, n henry go on a road trip to the beach and just have a great time

regina spends almost the whole time reading under an umbrella while emma and henry are goofing off and play fighting n emma picks henry up onto her shoulders and runs in the ocean and just falls backwards into it while henrys losing his Mind laughing and regina cant pretend she’s not watching them through her sunglasses cause shes laughing too

and then they build a gay ass sandcastle together that ends up getting destroyed by some randos dog and emmas pouty about it cause fkn ay she spent so long on that thing she carved out the windows and everything

n then they walk up the beach and get ice cream and try to find cool rocks and after they get home emma spends the next week vaccuming sand out of her car

#ash.txt #ouat #swan queen

[painted-starlight]

White Disney Princess Problem: How Discussion of Historical Sexism in Europe is Avoided When They Had Every Opportunity to Portray it

And Also Acceptance into European Royalty is the Path to True Liberation?

Warning: Loooong Post (seriously, I’m not kidding), Disney Criticism, anti-T*angled, swearing, dissecting Disney princess movies, discussing the implications of classism and sexism in white princess films. I will be noting historical incidents of sexism in Europe, and how these instances are mysteriously absent in white princess films despite sexism playing a major role in portraying princesses of color’s culture. 

Tl;dr/Summary: White Disney Princess Films have a reoccurring theme of showing how being part of white European royalty is the true path to liberation, even though historically this is a completely laughable concept. Sexism faced by princesses of color are portrayed as being ingrained in their culture and the films are explicit pointing their fingers.

Unlike their princess of color counterparts, the limited amount of sexism white princesses face is often whitewashed, downplayed, or even considered empowering.

This creates an implication that white European royalty and White European society is inherently more liberating for women, fairer than nonwhite cultures, and more humane. But in reality European royals were often notoriously sexist, and often violently so. Portraying white European royal culture as being inherently more freeing is historically inaccurate and irresponsible.

Also, I’m a picky little shit who delves into a lot of historical sexism that should be in the white princess films since Disney is soooo concerned about sexism enough to point it out in their princess of color films, but are mysteriously absent in their white European ones. 

Important Note: 

No, I don’t hate these films, I love many disney princess movies. 

And no, I don’t hate the fact that these girls have simple wishes. 

I don’t care if a character wants to go see the human world, or make a pretty dress, or paint or see lanterns or whatever. That’s FINE. 

What I hate is that they make a huge stink about how this or that nonwhite culture mistreats women, or how it’s unfair, but they never do the same for white Europeans. They always portray white europeans as nicer, kinder, etc. and find a convenient excuse to ignore/gloss over/whitewash the violent sexism present in european history. That is my ultimate problem. The double standard. 

The Double Standard 

I find it very interesting how in portraying Disney princesses of color, that the tend to portray sexism and social inequality as something that is naturally ingrained in their society. Mulan and Jasmine come into mind for this, as their social structures are considered unfair and undermine their character arcs. The sexism they face is something to overcome and to prove themselves.

But with white Disney princesses, despite coming from Europe (which is often violently patriarchal and demanding of compliance of social expectations of gender—think Henry the VIII’s infamous desire for a male heir, the influence of the Church, popular portrayals of the Madonna with the Virgin/Whore dichotomy) they all tend to either not face sexism or dismiss the notion outright in their films.

It’s important to note that earlier white Disney princesses (like Cinderella, Snow White, Aurora) tend to be portrayals of idealized femininity. They were designed to be what is considered appealing to patriarchal standards. Highly feminine, domestic, and at times passive.

Obviously, their stories wouldn’t tackle sexism. The sexism is what what was considered appealing for white men. It was their idealized femininity, and this trend actually still continues today. 

But these princesses legacy lives on. They affect white Renaissance Disney princesses and beyond. They have set the standards of what is considered “appropriate” for white princesses to be. 

This infection has spread a great deal to how they marketed especially. Sparkles, glitter, princess outfits at all times. But this post is about their movies, and how white princess films have often sidestepped the issue of sexism in European royal society.

Belle

Yes, there is sexism in this movie. Yes, it portrayed as being bad. But when we look at context of the film, there is a noticeable ahistorical approach to class and expectations of gender in royal society.

The lower class is filled with expectations for Belle. She needs to marry in order to fit in. The opening song is demonstrative of what she doesn’t want to be: a woman who is ogled by men and forced to have as many children as possible. The village, without a “proper” royal hierarchy, makes their own by “electing” Gaston, a boorish sexist pig. In a way, they are considered worse off without the influence of a King or Queen.

The village in question is isolated, and are not considered a representative of the outside world. It’s an individual case, and it’s upsetting but not considered the norm. 

The royals are what REAL freedom is, apparently. Where Belle has access to books, has a palace full of people who accept her for who she is, and has a connection to a prince who has been cursed. She is free to do as she pleases, with the Beast encouraging her love for reading.  

EDIT (08/12/19): 

Hm, I should really revise this wording, as it is a little vague. One of the key elements in understanding this movie’s themes is that Belle is initially Beasts’ prisoner. 

There is no freedom until AFTER she changes him and he has the maturity to let her go (Though I believe she is ignorant of the rose being a ticking clock). But once she gets it, she is apparently “free” to do as she pleases.  

Initially, it’s kind of like going from one prison (social expectations) to another (which is a literal one). But when regarding the narrative, it all places emphasis on individual choices. White European stories told by Disney tend to judge characters based on their choices and they never judge the culture itself, just choices people make. 

While placing emphasis on individual choices is fine in a vaccum, they never do this for nonwhite cultures, particularly Renaissance disney films with nonwhite leads. Those films tend to rely on racial stereotypes to fill the cast and not give them as much understanding as their white counterparts. 

The only reason the palace is in ruins is because the prince decided to judge people based on their looks. It turns not only himself, but his servants and the rest of the castle into twisted versions of themselves. The town fawns over Gaston and glorify his actions despite being an asshole, but it’s not something that is consistent with French culture. 

It’s important to note though, that once the monarchy is reinstated, things end happily ever after. But if people really want to claim historical accuracy, the expectations from Belle wouldn’t end there. 

(end note)

Sure, she would have access to books theoretically. But as a princess/queen, Belle would be expected to perform more feminine tasks and birth male heirs to inherit the throne. It’s in the culture of royals to do this. These expectations don’t go away.  

Most European royalty, especially France, have been notorious during this time period (assuming it’s Pre-Revolutionary France) for its nobility being separated from the general public at large. Royals had their own culture and etiquette. Royalty often had a culture that was exclusively for themselves. One historical account had King Louis XIV relocating their court and government to Versailles because they didn’t want to be near all the poor people in Paris. 

Which is probably where the creators of Beauty and the Beast (Disney film) based the idea of the village being separated from the palace came from.

Nobility also had strict ideas of what men and women’s roles are. In fact, you could argue that the idea that Belle would be “free” as a princess would be a laughable concept. Like it has been established earlier, European royalty had their own set of rules and restrictions based on gender and social expectations. 

Merida

It’s funny how the inherently sexist practices of royalty are suddenly something to be proud of and find power in it when it’s European, and hated when it’s from a nonwhite culture. 

In Brave, domesticity and performance of femininity are emphasized, much to Merida’s irritation, so it’s definitely truer to upper class customs than say, Beauty and the Beast.

Plausible Deniability aka “what sexism? I see no sexism!” 

However, this movie dances around the concept that sexism has anything to do with this by creating plausible deniability at every turn. It’s about Elanor and Merida, not the system that binds them. It doesn’t help that Eleanor is the one who enforces these rules on Merida, not to protect her from harm coming from the men in these social circles that would hurt her for not performing femininity, but because “it’s tradition.”

Merida laments that her brothers don’t have the same responsibilities as her, but of course they don’t. They’re like, five. She hates having to be a princess because it’s work, but of course? She’s a princess. 

It becomes a matter of her not wanting to do work and chalking it up to her being rebellious rather than a genuine effort to change anything about the social structure. It’s a generational difference that requires compromise, not upheaval. 

She doesn’t want to lose her freedom, but it’s portrayed as something she has to do to grow up. The obligations make her sad but she has to ultimately deal with it, reasserting the theme of “compromise” with her relationship with her mother and the clans. In the end, it’s about her and her mother, not about how this system treats women at all. She doesn’t put any responsibility for this system on her father (who would reinforce these rules because he is the KING) because she gets along with him more than her mother. 

That’s the problem with white princess films in general. They take problems that exist because of systemic and economic limitations and make it completely individualistic.  It’s important to note that Brave appears to be tackling sexism, but it never actually addresses it in a genuine way.

Lesson for Battling Systemic Sexism in Brave: Don’t Change the System, Change the Person!

Merida’s desire for change is based on her mother’s demands, and doesn’t tackle the social expectations themselves straight on. The men around Merida, who MADE and uphold these rules, aren’t considered a threat and are pretty much never held accountable. They are too bumbling, too endearing, and too funny to be called out on their expectations.  

The movies like, “oh yeah, this social structure is hindering and it’s sexist and whatever, blah, blah, blah but eVeryONE wants to follow their own path, not just Merida!!1” Her potential suitors don’t want to do this either. It’s totally not a sexism issue!!11

Even though historically, you’d have at least ONE suitor that didn’t care whether she wanted to or not, as it would be a power grab. But because they are so bumbling, they are almost all benign. The ending in itself is convenient as it allows Merida and Elanor to reconnect. But it doesn’t really change anything. Because it doesn’t want to. That wasn’t the point.

White Princesses: For Me, Myself, and I

Belle didn’t want to change how women were viewed, just her specific circumstances. Her plight is portrayed as systemic, but only in this one area that’s gone rogue. The world outside is more accepting, more free, and it’s in the confines of a royal castle. On a meta level, it’s kinda classist. I love the movie, don’t get me wrong, but on rewatch it seems to equate a lack of a monarchy ultimately leading into a mob mentality. Which, for France, makes sense. But when you have servants who just live to serve (no matter how vibrant their personality), I kind of get suspicious. 

Ariel didn’t want to change how mermaids interacted with humans, she just wanted to go up and see the human world. The benefits of her turning her into a human (freeing Ursula’s victims) is a happy accident that lines up with her ending.

Merida just wanted to be free to do whatever she wanted, which is considered selfish. She is a princess, and being a princess is hard work (when you want to make sure your character finds power in sexist practices). 

And to be honest, it’s fine to have a simple goal. Reconnect with your mother, make a pretty dress, see the lanterns, whatever. But the problem is the double standard when they go into films about people of color. They point out how sexist this non white culture is, how they mistreat women, but they never do the same for white princesses at all. These filmmakers always have some sort of excuse. 

Ariel

Ariel’s story is indivualistic and while there are hints of her being unsatisfied with her role as a princess (with her line “bright young women, sick of swimming”), it’s more about her personal journey to be human. She’s not dissatisfied because of her society because of sexist/prejudice expectations, but because she wants to explore. 

Once again, the world in which a white Disney princess goes into/winds up in a world of European royalty are considered a bastion of freedom. In the original tale, the prince is not idealized and she is miserable on the surface world when it turns out that all her sacrifice was for nothing. 

I’ve had people argue that Triton’s prejudice (which is often mislabeled as “racism,” which….no it’s not) is a social problem, it really doesn’t play much of a role rather than provide an opposition to overcome on the path to being human.

Even if Triton was fine with humans and let her explore the human world, it wouldn’t be enough. She’d still want to be human, just maybe not going to such extreme lengths. When Ursula is defeated, others are freed from her curse, but that’s an unintentional side effect of Ariel’s journey, not the goal. Sure, she’s disgusted, but she’s not out to right any wrongs. It’s just her. Like most white princesses, this is about herself. 

Elsa and Anna

Why is it that suddenly we have a powerful matriarchy when Europe has historically violently opposed the concept? You’d think that they would mention the sexism of royal European politics since she is the queen. 

I have looked it up, and the only way she could assess power is if she had a son to inherit the throne and then act as Queen regent until he inherited it (as was the case of Queen Margaret of Denmark in 1387, who ruled Denmark, Norway, and Sweden. Though she outlived her son and her successor was a relative after her death. Considering that this story presumably takes place in the early 1800s, that is a huge time difference and the politics of European royalty would be drastically different). 

No Male Heirs?

In earlier storyboards, we have suitors for Elsa that she rejects. We also had a regent who took the throne for Elsa after her parents died before she was coronated. But that character was deleted. So it’s safe to assume that she is not only being coronated, but also has absolute power.

Elsa is pretty much universally loved by her people and doesn’t have any real serious opposition to her rule politically. The Duke of Weasleton is a joke, and he is more concerned about his trade being compromised rather than her being a woman. 

Please correct me if I’m wrong, but other than calling her a witch, his sexism isn’t as explicit as it should be and isn’t taken very seriously. His character is more defined by his dislike of magic, and is portrayed as suspicious, arrogant and cowardly. 

In the end, it all came down to trade and goods. If Arandelle’s goods were damaged or expired from the winter, it might cause their prices to go up.But in reality, it’d just be easier for the Duke to look for a male relative of Elsa to usurp her and form some sort of alliance with him. And more historically accurate.

Hans, Kristoff and the Marriage Situation

Anna has the freedom to marry a commoner (Kristoff), a prince she was not previously engaged to (Hans), and she has the power to grant Hans authority. The mere fact that she was even allowed to be alone with him is cause for concern, as many upper class women had to have a chaperone when courting before they could even go walking together. 

She isn’t pressured to marry Hans, she does it because she wants to. She just chooses him at a party. Surely she’d have an arranged marriage, or something? 

Rapunzel

Obviously, because Ra//punzel is not raised to be a princess she would probably not be held to the same standards until she returned home. And I’m not gonna touch the animated series because it’s so far removed from the movie it shouldn’t be considered canonical.

But still, Tangl//ed the movie continues the trend of how being part of European royalty is pathway to freedom. She is only free when she is away from Mother Gothel (who is poor) and with her birth parents (who are rich).

Sexist Insults from Mother Gothel, But No One Else

She doesn’t encounter any sort of sexism in her society. It’s really interesting to note that these feminine expectations and sexist insults are put on her more by Mother Gothel than the village she encounters. But that’s more because Mother Gothel is trying to destroy her sense of self worth (by calling her chubby, encouraging long hair to preserve her own youth, etc.).

Modern Notions of Femininity vs. Historical Reality

Rapunzel herself already engages in traditionally feminine activities (reading is very limited, baking, arts and crafts, etc.) for a modern audience. This is absolutely key because Mother Gothel wouldn’t be able to afford such a variety of paint for Rapunzel.

Painting for the longest time was considered a high art for men and male apprentices. Women weren’t encouraged to pursue it and it wasn’t seen as something traditionally feminine until recently.

Painting as a hobby (such as Rapunzel’s colorful and pastel palette) is more of a skill that is acceptable for girls now, since paint and brushes are in abundance and availability.

You can skip over this next part about the painting if you want. It’s basically me griping about how Rapunzel’s painting habits would be next to impossible in real life to do in the 1800s unless she had her own workshop with her own apprenticeship and income. 

Painting? Maybe... Painting on the Walls? No freaking Way

In reality, if this does take place in past Europe then she probably wouldn’t have access to paint as it was really expensive and you had to take things like climate, temperature, and color into account to transporting and making it.

Location was really important, as paint in Northern Europe wouldn’t be compatible with the temperature of Southern Europe (because it would melt). And in Rapunzel’s case, if you’re putting it on a wall, then it would have to last a long time without melting or chipping away over time.  That is why old frescos (or Byzantine Wall Paintings) were chipped and rotted when they were rediscovered. Also, don’t even try to get blue, that color was crazy expensive lol.

Mother Gothel doesn’t appear to have the material wealth to afford it, otherwise she’d be able to afford way more and just import what she needs without leaving the tower. How could she afford all that paint? It was crazy expensive (unless you mixed it yourself). And that doesn’t even count the materials (brushes, color palettes, etc) needed to spread the paint across the entire tower. 

According to BBC’s Life in Colour: The Surprising History of Paint:

By the end of the 19th Century almost any colour could be purchased for a relatively low price.

Throughout the 1800s, traditional methods of producing colours declined as cheaper, reliable, standardised chemical methods replaced them. Most artists and their apprentices no longer mixed their own paints but bought them ready-made from professional “colourmen”.

So yeah, either Rapunzel would have to make them herself or she got Mother Gothel to buy it premixed for her (this is assuming that this takes place in 1840). The pigments she made would have most likely been toxic to handle. This was over a century before the creation of non toxic paint. And since she, you know, put them on the walls and most likely inhaled them---that’s just a recipe for disaster. 

Then again, it depends on whether or not she used oil based paint or water based paint. Oil based takes longer to dry than water based paint (6 hours!) and water based paint chips faster. 

Now for what I think many of you will go for when attempting to refute these points:

Tiana. 

Tiana’s story may take place in America with a more positive portrayal of the black community (though let’s be honest the whole thing with Vodoo being a force of evil is...ugh..) it still has some issues regarding condemning white people for their role in systemic racism and sexism. 

Tiana, a Black Woman’s Struggles in the Jim Crow South

“B-But Tiana wants a resturaunt!!1 It’s a simple wish for herself! Take that11!!!” 

Yeah, so? 

Do people actually think her story has nothing to do with misogynoir???it takes place in the Jim Crow South. 

Tiana faces systemic racism and is denied her dream based on her being black woman. Her entire character is centered around her connection to her heritage, her socioeconomic situation, and her culture. She may have married Naveen, but she had all the resources to buy her restaurant herself. Her liberation is her embracing her father’s words and living by them. 

And even with all this, because it takes place in America the story bends over backwards to make white characters who are totally not racist. Like Renegade Cut’s Analysis of “Late Stage Disney,” we have a system of violence and suppression being purposefully created for the benefit of white people being portrayed as a case by case problem rather than a systemic one.

They try to tell the audience that those who greatly benefit from this system (like Charlotte and her father) are good and only evil meanies take advantage of it. No...wtf?? I love this movie but Charlotte “I’m here to steal the spotlight cause I’m white” La Bouff is honestly the worst part. 

White princesses are white, and they don’t face systemic issues like systemic racism at all. They also just aren’t as involved in their culture because whiteness is so homogenized. They will never face that type of discrimination and the only way I can see them doing that is, well, talking about sexsm. 

Which they don’t seem to be interested in exploring.  

Final Thoughts

You’re probably wondering why I’m nit picking at so many of these white princesses. Well, a lot of fans argue that they are whitewashed because it’s “Historically Accurate (tm),” but these movies conveniently leave out the sexism that permeates white european royal politics. 

You could argue that white princess films are based on modern sensibilties and don’t want to go too deep into sexism. The Little Mermaid is more in tune with modern attitudes toward (white) women, and it’s a fantasy for them. 

But the thing about this is that the Disney Renaissance was a new age and if they wanted to talk about trials of gender discrimination, they did. They had no problems going into heavier subjects like this when they focused on Aladdin and Mulan. Hell, Beauty and the Beast and Aladdin only came out within a year of one another, and the contrast between their portrayal of cultures and sexism is staggering. 

The only exception I can think of was the Hunchback of Notre Dame (which isn’t a princess movie, so it doesn’t really count in this discussion because marketing really changes the game). But we don’t see characters like Quasimodo being promoted on toys, backpacks, and merchandise in the same way like we do Anna, Elsa, and Rapunzel. Not to mention, the movie has it’s own problems, such as Esmarelda representing negative sexualized stereotypes of Rroma woman. 

While the Hunchback of Notre Dame has slightly more grace than it’s white disney princess counterparts, it still has problems that can effect the way that children view themselves and their cultures when through the lens of white people. 

Overall, the numbers of positive depictions of white europeans that omit historical sexism and violence in princess films far outweighs the ones that portray them more honestly. 

#long post #seriously this post is long #anti tangled #tangled crit #historical accuracy my ass #first thing that comes to mind when i think of european royals #henry viii doing nasty shit #disney criticism #this took soooooo long to write #and then i went on that tangent about paint

[kxyto]

24/4/2020 (Lecture 8)

After looking into the Bauhaus last week, we continued onto the futurists of the Futurism era.

Now, who were the futurists you say? They were a group of Italian artists who embraced emerging technology of the time, writing a manifesto which listed everything they embraced and technologies they wanted to see more of. The futurists valued the thought of acceleration and especially loved the idea of mass production and machinary.

Futurism was ultimately a reaction to the beginning of mass production. In 1909, Henry ford started to produce cars on mass, sparking the massification of goods, factories being set up, along with a factory line of workers. With new technologies, even painting as the role of a representative medium had been taken over with the photographic medium.

Capturing moments with ones eyes was ultimately different to a camera as cameras would embrace speed.

What comes to mind for me in this lecture was, Zang Tumb Tumb followed by one of Marinetti's works recounting his experiences in the Balkan War of 1912. In contrast to early print which was mathematical, harmonic and sensible, the futurists chose to break as many rules as they could with type, giving it voice and weight. In breaking away from type tradition, I could see clearly that their ways of using type was quite loud and almost chaotic.

What I found the most interesting in this lecture was The Futurist Cookbook. In producing The Futurist Cookbook, the futurists wanted to revolutionise the ways Italians ate. In doing so, they attempted to bring out more senses rather than just taste. For example, they talked about how music could accompany the food, and how perfume must be sprayed before eating so that ones palette was not distracted. Well, I'd say that this was no ordinary cookbook, and was rather absurd. But I guess that was what grabbed my interest. It was a cookbook which even had things about gunshots in expresso, ozonisers, electrolyses and vaccums in food??? WHAT ON EARTH. Well, I guess it could be explained by the cookbook being a disguise for a political agenda.

Ultimately, it was quite the attention grabber to learn about how these futurists had broken out of traditions. Especially with their absurd fascination of abolishing pasta? HOW COULD THEY! anyways, I have definately grown curiosity on what else the cookbook could have.

[dontletalandrive]

I miss the bots.

People are confusing. Can we have that robot apocalypse now? I'm on their side. My GoogleHome understands me more than any person, and does things for me whenever I ask (even says goodnight). Henry my vaccum cleaner is so considerate of his surroundings, and eats my filth for me. I could go on but what's the point..

#101 creative ways to express your desire for death

[amwayentrepreneur]

*** The First Attempt of ABO/ADS *** Facebook was not the first product that Mark developed. Jan Koum was rejected in an interview by Facebook, but his product 'WhatsApp' was sold for 19B US $ to Facebook. Jack Ma had a list of failures before he started Alibaba. Sir James Dyson made a perfect Vaccum Cleaner in 5126 attempts over 15 years. Sir Henry Ford went broke 5 times before his successful Ford Motor Company. Traf-O-Data was the first business idea of Great Bill Gates but that failed. and the list is endless....... Don't stop after your first attempt. Make your second one. Keep trying until you succeed, because #AmwayBusiness is a #PartTime guided #Entrepreneurship program untill you get free from current job or profession. (at Uttarakhand) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9RiBicBXNi/?igshid=13k76nsyk7yvu

#amwaybusiness #parttime #entrepreneurship

[infodump-daily]

the 15th century is one of the most unstable periods in english history, because of the wars of the roses! while this is attributed to the rise of 'bastard feudalism'(where the system revolved around money, not land) caused by the outbreak of the black death in the 1370s, henry iv's usurpation of richard ii in 1399, and the 100 years war, it is actually more likely to be because of a particularly weak king causing a power vaccum in an era where kings' personalities were all important - henry vi!

#anonymous #ask #history

[atomic-r0x]

Atlas, Part Seven | “I’m on the fence about what feels worse, the one leaving or the one in bed”

She was sneaking in inside her own home. At the crack of dawn, with the smell of Damien’s skin impregnated on her own, Atlas Collins was crawling up the red brick wall of her old home, going back over foot and fingerprints she’d left there so many years ago, back when she wouldn’t bother with the stairs and just make her way in and out secretly, long after her parents thought she’d gone to sleep. There’s something about men lying in bed alone and fast asleep that just makes Atlas’s knees weaken and her stomach ache with weird butterflies, and how she had to cling onto the window ledge even after landing inside her old bedroom at the sight of Henry’s peaceful body, chest rising and descending gracefully in ridiculously artistic breathing. She peeled her t-shirt and shorts off and stared down at herself, a flimsy bra sticking to the sweat-coated skin like duct tape, wearing a freshly washed and ironed pair of boxers from Damien’s collection, because finding her own had seemed like an impossible task. Flashes of memories of walls, teeth and textures were clouding her vision, and for the first time in six years, she was standing before Henry almost naked and feeling like an impostor. She could tell by the light sigh and the childish way he shifted his position that he was still sleeping soundly, and yet her feet wouldn’t move. How was it humanly possible to love someone with every atom of her fucked up heart and still do what she’d just done? How could she nod in approval, give in to the pressure of those piercing eyes, and then come back to this man who was so endlessly fascinating to her and still consider him her future husband? It took a lot more strength than normally necessary for Atlas to drag herself all the way to the bathroom, the weight of Damien’s lips on her body like bags of lead balancing on her shoulders. In the full-length mirror inside her bathroom, she didn’t look like herself – there were bags underneath her blue eyes and a certain puffiness all too familiar and the type of running nose you get from crying a lot. There were red scratches on the side of her hips and traces of teeth marks, the reminiscent residue of lovemaking that goes away with a hot shower and the secrecy of clothing, and yet there was something captivating in staring at herself under the white antiseptic bathroom lightning. So this is the body of a traitor? He was sleeping on his side when Atlas pulled herself away from his arms and wrapped the sheets around her body, but the moment the bed shifted under the weight of her getting up, his eyes immediately popped open, alert and searching. It was nothing, and yet she smiled and leaned over to press the softest kiss on his cheek, inches away from his mouth, and whisper ‘I must go home now’, as if this was their way of saying the fun’s over. Like she was expecting for him to agree with her and send his best wishes to Henry, waving politely before she disappeared into the weird darkness of twilight. She had to come up with a plan, something to justify the many things changed in her that weren’t there when Henry went to bed. She’d leave the window open and then blame it for her hoarse voice. The red fingernail marks would be her own, scratching herself in her sleep. The big red spot up there on the inside of her right thigh, which was turning black and blue by the minute, Henry wouldn’t have to know about. Not even the hot water pouring over her like a cascade could tame the nagging feeling in her chest that she’d absolutely ruined herself. And Damien too. And fuck, what about Henry? It was the mere thought of her soon-to-be husband that immediately sent Atlas to tears, convulsing inside the steamy shower with the last bits of energy left in her body. Never had she ever thought she would be capable of such cruelty, but there she was… . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . “I’m starting to wonder if I’m marrying a woman or a sloth” Henry’s spoke, and even with her eyes closed and still half-asleep, Atlas could feel the playful smile plastered on his face. She smiled and hid her face inside the pillow, counting the seconds until his weight would lean the bed to the side ever so slightly and his lips would find their way to her cheek and then behind her ear, nibbling at the lobe for a brief moment. It felt like a morning ritual they religiously kept doing, and for a split-second Atlas allowed herself to lavish in the affection she was given. “Good morning” he whispered, chin resting on her shoulder, eyes contemplating her like they always did, so loving and so careful, eager to discover any detail, any feature that would remind him once more of why he’d put a ring on that finger. This was what your mornings are like every day, Atlas, why the fuck would you ever trade it for anything else? She couldn’t help but ask herself that as her eyes opened and a smile just couldn’t resist not spreading out across her lips, stretching like a cat underneath her loving man. “Good morning, Henry” she spoke and as soon as the first syllables escaped her lips, Atlas’s eyes widened in sync with his own. Of course she had been expecting for her voice to be hoarse, but this… It was absolutely destroyed, as if she’d been screaming for dear life on top of a Himalayan mountain wearing hot pants, feet bare in the snow. “Oh my God” she mouthed, her hand covering her lips in disbelief, before she tried clearing her throat several times, each gulp more painful than the other. “You left the window open last night” Henry remarked after a short silence of analysing her face, straightening his back as he stood on the side of the bed, his right arm still lingering behind her, hand propping up his weight. “I guess no iced coffee for you this morning, then, I’m gonna have to make a new one” he spoke, almost ready to get up from his position before Atlas’s hand reached out for his arm, pulling him back. “It’s fine, I’ll do it myself” she whispered, still slightly surprised by the state of her voice, and pulled at his arm until he was hovering over her again, the other hand pushing the comforter to the side. She didn’t even have to speak, or to look him in the eyes long enough for him to get the message, Henry already knew what she was waiting for, and he was eager to provide her that – falling to her side, pulling the sheets over their heads, a peaceful sigh escaped him as his arm secured itself around his soon-to-be wife’s figure in a tight and intimate embrace, the kind that makes your feet tickle from inside the skin and your stomach feel like it has suddenly been emptied by a vaccum. Atlas had everything she could have possibly asked for – a loving man by her side, a supportive family, albeit separated, a flourishing career, a beautiful home and a group of friends she could rely on. She had the world, and this should have been enough for her. But this world didn’t have time or space for Damien, for acting like a teenager once more, selfish and overwhelmed by uncontrollable feelings, for giving in to impulse and lust. “Everything okay?” Henry murmured, and Atlas still couldn’t understand how a voice can be this soft and reassuring, so velvety and soothing. “Your body’s all tense.” / ‘Are we friends? Are we fucking? What’s happening?’ / She should have said it then and maybe things would have been different now. Of course they were fucking, because she needed it, she needed to set herself free – all those years of loving him the only way her teenage heart knew how, cursing her parents and her luck for moving so many thousand miles away from him in an instant, without any word. Didn't he know it just as well as she did? Fucking was a coping mechanism, and maybe they both needed to get all those loose ends sorted out before any normal and potentially healthy relationship established between them. Damien had always been a smart guy and yet he believed every second of her nodding – didn’t he know better? How could he buy it, Atlas really running away with him from everything she’d ever build? Her mind couldn’t wrap around the cold hard truth that most of all, she was to blame for everything. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Days in Beaufort had never been fast-paced, and yet this particular one seemed never-ending, the hours slowly passing by like there time itself had issues moving on after the previous night. His car slowed down in front of her house, and from the passenger’s seat you could have sworn the Collins’ porch was stretching endlessly into the horizon, the lazy light of sunset casting a red hue over the dusty bricks. “Take care of yourself, kid” Brodie spoke once the engine stopped, his car perfectly parked into the vacant spot in the driveway. With his pearl white smile so characteristic of him, he ran a hand through his hair and looked over to the front door, Atlas still lingering in her seat. “Well, I bet Henry’s gonna be very jealous he’s not the only one you’re giving love to.” It was a joke, innocent and well-intended, but she still froze for a second, puzzled at his words before she shrugged it off, returning his smile with one of her own. “Of all, I should be the jealous one, you’ve basically stolen my husband.” Husband. The word had an unexpectedly grave ring to it, like she’d deciphered an old spell or a hieroglyph revealing the meaning of life. She’d never before referred to Henry as her husband, hardly ever as her fiancé, and pronouncing that in such circumstances made Atlas feel profane. Like she’d fucked up a sacred inheritance that she’d been trusted with. “Well, anyway, let me know how things go… With Jude, I mean.” It was enough for her to mention his name and life would spark up in the apple of his cheeks, a rosiness so characteristic of his marble-white complexion, which he tried to shake off and play it cool, letting out a chuckle intended to seem careless, almost playful. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.” And then he hesitated, running his thumb over his lower lip, eyes darting back to the entrance of her childhood home. “I don’t even know anymore… With Hope, and how she sees things… I just wonder if she’s seeing more than I do, being objective and all.” A small silence followed – Atlas had never been good around Hope, the two seemed to have never really understood how to handle each other, but then again, the Larssons were a family teenage Atlas hadn’t really been tight with for some reason. “But I want to give her the credit. I want to believe her. I’ll have to give her that, she’s much more experienced at having her heart crushed, the whole story with Charlie and how he died and finding out about all that shit.” He probably realised he’d spilled the beans on something Atlas was completely unaware of only when Atlas’s eyes grew wide open all of a sudden, as if triggered by one simple command. It couldn’t be true, Charlie couldn’t be dead. Not the Charlie she knew. “You didn’t know…” Brodie continued in a considerably lower voice, and something about the way he phrased it made it sound less like a question and more like a statement. They stood in silence for a few moments, with Atlas’s eyes vacant and focused on the unreachable distance. “How did he die?” It took a while for Brodie to answer, probably contemplating whether it was a good idea to let her know the whole story, but nonetheless he spoke up. “He committed suicide” he spoke and Atlas’s face was taken over by a frown and a jaw that wouldn’t relax, so clenched her teeth might have cracked under the pressure. “He… He did it a long time ago. Maybe nine or ten years ago? It was right before Damien left town too.” It might have been the shock on her face or the way her whole body had absolutely frozen to the news that made him extend his hand to hold hers in the most innocent way, so much so that she had to look down, marvelled by the gesture. “Thanks for the ride” she finally spoke, eyes moving back to his face. “Take care of yourself” she added, giving a final squeeze of his hand before stepping out of the car, the pavement so far away from her feet. She waited for him to get out of the driveway, waving as she stood on the front steps, acting like she hadn't been crushed by the news. She waited for his car to melt into the distance into something undistinguishable before sitting down, hand frantically raiding through the contents of her purse until a lighter and a cigarette found their way in her hands, before a quick set of moves set the stick ablaze and tossed the lighter back in. She’d been around for a few weeks now and nobody had bothered to tell her the news. Not even Damien, although a part of her knew all too well he wouldn’t open up about it, though it all made sense now, his mother and his tattoo and Isabella, ever-present in his life. Him leaving the town because he couldn't tolerate staying in a place that had ruined him. Isabella clinging on to him because he was the only thing she had left to remind her of Charlie. The nausea in Atlas’s mouth had become too familiar. “Oh, you’re back” her father’s voice brought her back to reality, the crack of a door opening too subtle for the type of trance she seemed to have fallen into. “You alright, kid?” He spoke, kneeling down to be on the same level with his daughter, joints cracking. “Yeah, I was just finishing this cigarette” she replied after a brief moment of contemplation, but ultimately figured it didn’t make much sense discussing Charlie’s death with her dad, who was now adjusting his position so that his body was mimicking hers, face bright with love and good disposition. Her father had always appreciated sitting down in silence with his loved ones, and it was something Atlas hadn’t known she’d missed until now, the two of them resting on the front steps of their house like some thug kids on eighties rap posters. “Went to see Damien about those photos?” He finally said, a small satisfied smile on his lips as he leaned back, hands propping his weight, head resting against the door. “Um, no” Atlas replied, resting her head on his shoulder, annoyed at herself for having to lie to her father, but not even he, with all the love and generosity he was capable of, could he not blame his daughter, and Atlas would’ve understood his reasons. Instead, she shifted to something else. “I went out with Brodie today, we had a little drink, it was quite nice.” Her father didn’t say anything for the next few moments, he just sighed peacefully, like the view before him was filling him with so much joy he had to make enough space inside of him to fit all of it. “Why don't you invite him, too?” He asked, continuing only when Atlas’s puzzled eyes looked up, in search for his. “Damien, I mean. He’s grown into such a good young man, and you two have always been really close. Even now, when he came over for dinner, it seemed like you’ve always been inseparable.” There was a weird combination between wanting to burst into laughter and shaking all over that flooded Atlas, retrieving her head for her father's shoulder as she kept staring straight ahead, phrasing and rephrasing what she was about to say next, until she just smiled to herself. “I’ll think about it” Atlas replied, getting up and shaking off the dust from the back of her cut-offs, before extending her hand to her father. “C’mon in, paps. Let’s cook something for dinner” she continued ever so lightly, shrugging his previous words off with a display of amusement to hide the churning feeling inside her stomach. When had her life turned into such a ridiculous masquerade?

[novumoru]

So I’m looking for vaccum cleaners and there are several of these ones with faces on them in different colours and sizes and after I’ve looked at at least 10 different versions of ‘Henry’, ‘Charles’ and ‘Hetty’ I came across this preview image and I can’t deal with this anymore

#baka soup