Lucy, 33, Canadian in New Zealand, Xicana 🇲🇽, bi/ace, she/they, INTP, social justice, intersectional feminist, fat positive, zero waste, no terfs/swerfs or cops.
how the fuck did all of those renaissance dilettantes learn so much crap? Like they spoke 3 languages and were foremost in several branches of science, plus they wrote poetry, played the violin, and were master artists? And they still had time to be gay?
none of them ever did any laundry at all
The emotional and physical labor necessary to maintain the lifestyles of Renaissance and Enlightenment polymaths was shunted almost entirely to their uncredited servants, slaves, wives, and daughters.
Whenever we compare ourselves to the ‘genius men’ of the past, and wonder why we fall so short, remember this: their intellectual capacity, energy, and freedom was because there was someone else washing the damn dishes.
“Who Cooked Adam Smith’s Dinner” is a brilliant book hisyorically analyzing this exact thing!
there’s a phenomenon when it comes to enjoying a male character in a piece of media where it’s so much fun and i love my blorbo and i want to talk about my blorbo and read analysis of my blorbo but i realize very fast and very hard that the majority of fans made up a version of him that appeals to their horniness and it’s become the popular and standard interpretation and i do not care for that guy at all like i’d beat him with hammers actually
what has been interesting in all this with cutting off my family is how much they are desperate to have me to only use me as a scapegoat. it’s sad and liberating. that this was my only role, the only role i was allowed to be in. the only one i was allowed to be in to be so unseen, unheard, and when i needed to be seen or heard: it was my fault somehow.
the earliest examples of this was when i was three, stole something for the first time, my mom screams at me about how i’m going to hell and is hysterical. when i confront my dad about how he has been hurting my feelings by making fun of apart of my body when i was 12 and went to my room and cried about it. suddenly, i’m being told my parents are getting a divorce. Triangulated in every instance, that i had to carry the secrets of two parents. to be the only one to be the regulator when i wasn’t allowed to be emotional.
now, my sister enters the villa. she send me a single email:
i am willing to bet the $5 i have in my bank account that she was told an incomplete story. she could get away with anything as a child, stealing, harassing my parents even, and all i asked was for them to not speak to me until they go to therapy.
I really find this perplexing. this isn’t her fight, she is apart of the reason why (golden favourite child for some reason despite her having no actual opinions of her own and isn’t able to have a backbone). She literally exiled my mom from her wedding because my mom said “i wished i knew him before you got engaged so i knew the guy more”
yet, i am the one who over reacts?
so i did. I practice witch craft. and mundane. she’s telling me to grow up, but i’m 5'4" and she’s 5'7". ironic.
like, she has no clue i’m a witch, she’s going to fafo so hard. i know i’ll hear about it.
when i take my phone case off i feel concern and fear knowing that some people just rawdog their phone like that like its so slippery girl you are carrying around a little fish
Handle a naked smartphone and you can just feel the eagerness of this device to lemming itself onto the pavement
turned 36 and went no contact with my parents a few days before my birthday and told them everything of how they never fostered a place for me to be vulnerable and tell them things. so!!! it’s done!!! i feel better. liberated, the youngest and most pained part of myself comes through from time to time, but i don’t feel stifled. i’ll cry in public idc. maybe they’ll finally get therapy. maybe they’ll actually care about something other than themselves and their ego, but it’s irrelevant. i get to invite them back in or not, but i’m not waiting around to hope for it.
so fun news, did a hex on some dude that fucked over and was the worst manipulative piece of shit to my friend last week and did a baneful cord cutting.
three weeks later he’s on the news talking about how he’s homeless and hasn’t had steak in months, he has infections all over his body, and he’s so stupid that now the whole country knows that where he is parking his car. he owes so many people money, he’s a maori trump supporter, a dead beat dad who doesn’t’ pay child support and you know what? i’m for hire lmao that’s the most confirming shit i’ve ever seen since i’ve started my practice a few months ago lmao
