My parents think my response to when a women asked me the following question question is why stopped being pursued in my Catholic community. It was a lighthearted discussion but maybe they are right lol. Although every single happily Godly married couple who I asked this question to (seperately from each other) has given the same response, my parents included.

So, the question:

No nuance button because nuances is already baked in. We are assuming both spouses are able to make a sandwich (nobody is in a full-body cast or had brain cancer or whatever).

AND NO NASTINESS

it's true and you should say so louder

I don't know any of you, hitting the reblog button.

Every time someone mentions using chat gbt I feel the need to buy a drop spindle, make my own candles, and disappear quietly into a bog.

Growing up in the Vermont school system we received very little Holocaust education.

The education we received was based in identification not with the Jewish victims, survivors, and partisans but with righteous gentiles who look on with pity at the plight of the Jews. I remember that on the quiet reading shelves in our fifth grade classroom there were three or four books of those little Holocaust memoirs Scholastic published in the 2000s; I was the only person who read any of them- we were not encouraged to read these books.

When it came time for the only Holocaust education I have had from my school we did not read those any of those Scholastic memoirs on the quiet reading shelf. We read Lois Lowry's "Number The Stars" a book focused on a non-Jewish girl whose family helps her Jewish best friend escape to Sweden. We were encouraged to see ourselves not as Ellen Rosen a girl whose country has become suddenly hostile and identity suddenly dangerous but as Annemarie Johansen a girl who "risks her life" to save her best friend and help her get to Sweden but will miss Ellen dearly. The thought of both reading this book and the later "Holocaust Book Club" was a sense of distant sadness for those poor Jews who are either not like us or people we can project our own feelings of persecution on to.

I was as a Jewish child conditioned by my school to see the suffering and persecution of my people as apart from myself. The opportunity to learn about the Holocaust as a catastrophe that befell my people, people who were vibrant and alive, people who fought for themselves and whose world was permanently changed by the things that were done to us and how we responded to them. I would like to finally gain the deep and personal understanding of the Holocaust that was not given to me by my school district.

I remember distinctly an incident in the first grade where a classmate and his mother were showing the class about Chanukah and I tried to share my own experiences of the holiday (the only one my mixed family celebrated). The only bit of their reaction that survives in my memory is as sense of disbelief and rejection. I had blonde hair grey-green eyes, olive skin and a Greek name; I was not the Jew these New Englanders thought of.

I feel this is style of understanding and attitude towards Jewishness more generally that I grew up around is part of what created an intense, almost depersonalized sense of disconnection from my people.

Now as an adult currently reconnecting with my Judaism in college I am beginning to feel a deep sense of loss and trauma I didn’t have to feel before. I am sometimes struck by a wave of grief loneliness and even though I know it is irrational… shame. I don’t know the language of our ancestors, I cannot pray in the language that some of our greatest thinkers believe the whole world is made from. I have never been to a high holy days’ service. I have this unshakable feeling that I will always be apart from my community and people. I also can’t help feel that to wish for this reconnection at all is silly, stupid and shameful that I am just pretending to be a person from somewhere who is part of a tribe and a people to hide the fact there is nothing under my skin; I am not real.

Hey.

Hey, listen to me.

There is an apocryphal story that goes like this:

Rabbi Eliazer, one of our greatest sages, grew up as a secular Jew. When he left his father's home at either 28 or 29, I can't remember, when he decided to study Torah he didn't even know the Shema. But we just read his commentary in the Haggadah.

Moses, our greatest prophet to whom G-d gave His rod and staff to lead us out of Egypt and who He gave the Ten Commandment did not even know he was a Jew until was an adult.

Hear me.

If they are real Jews? You are real. You are a real Jew.

If you want Hebrew? If you want to go to services? Do it. It's not to late. It's never to late

But even if you never do that? You stand up for us, you identify with us and you always have and so you are real. You are mishpocha. You are tribe. You are a Child of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, Sarah, Rebecca, Leah and Rachel.

You are real.

If you want to be here, we are here for you and we want you here, to paraphrase the great sage Hillel - everything else is commentary

tumblr is such a different animal than other social media platforms for so many reasons obviously but one thing i really find funny about it is how on other sites if i see something that doesn't interest me i don't follow or don't like the post. but on here if someone i follow starts posting exclusively about something really niche that i have no interest in my reaction is never to unfollow. its just part of the natural environment. like oh mutual is now really into pro wrestling? ok i guess ill be seeing these guys around now

Heeheehoo

*sets this loose in your house*

This post has two very different energies dependent on whether you do or don’t know what the “this” in question is.

Happy Passover to all the Jews on Tumblr!

When the pharaoh is being a bitch so you bring out the tzefardea

You're alone on your dash

No one is around

And your music has stopped playing

Out of the corner of your ear

You hear it

Dayenu

I think people mean well when they insist that America isn't a Christian country but it just obfuscates the situation and makes it more difficult for minorities to frame their experiences. America is a fundamentally, structurally, ideologically Christian country from top to bottom. It's exhausting, it's suffocating, and it's the truth. Nearly all political forces, pop culture phenomena, and major life philosophies here are either built on Christianity or propped up as subverting Christianity in a way that is, of course, still entirely about Christianity. Leftwing movements here that are ostensibly hostile to Christianity still ultimately structure their worldviews around their own versions of salvation, rapture, original sin, eternal judgement, heaven, and hell. Most people here fail to see Christianity all around them, influencing every facet of American life, for the same reason that a fish can't see water.

Look, write your revisionist fanfic, create your fanon, share your HCs that rewrite portions of canon, do all the things that mess with an IP.

Do not let thoughts about what the creators might think of your ideas and works stop you.

What we owe original creators is the freedom to create without being insulted, harassed, and threatened. That's it. Once their work is put out in public, as Mary Kirby made a point of, it's ours to play with as we want. The original works exists and will always be there, existing, absolutely unable to be harmed or changed by what we produce in fandom.

Ten years ago when I was active in a few writer's forums outside of fandom it was pretty common for other writers to be offended when I said I wrote fanfic. They'd go on about how that's a practice that limits creativity and anyway, won't someone think of the poor authors who's hard work and vision I was treading on? It's wild to me that I see a similar argument now popping up within fandom to justify telling folks what to or what not to write.

Not being bound by canon, tearing through IPs to break the down and reassemble them, taking joy in not adhering to what companies that control IPs dictate for their properties -- these are all radical acts of creativity that have immense value and make a statement about just who owns the stories we're sold.

And if there's stuff going on in fandom that bothers, triggers, or angers you? Filters and blocks. Curate your experience. You don't owe anyone a follow and can absolutely limit what you see for the most important or the pettiest of reasons. Keep yourself healthy and safe.

(This post is brought to you by the fact that tumblr are, hilariously, claiming that 50% of current users are gen z, and i wanna see how accurate claim that is.)

It's kind of lining up with the claim, so far.

"white wedding dresses were a trend started by Victoria and aren't period accurate before that."

Yes, this is true. I understand the frustration.

But hear me out: the way that the color has become synonymous with weddings to the point that putting a character in a fancy white dress signals "she's getting married" (symbolically or literally) is a fascinating case study in how period dramas and adaptations might sacrifice accuracy for the sake of being readable to a modern audience. Costuming is trying to speak in modern symbols too so its meaning isn't lost on the viewer.

all true. But if this is in reference to that godforsaken Wuthering Heights image, she needs some fucking petticoats under that thing, because I can see every one of her goddamn hoop wires through that satin. Being symbolic rather than accurate does not excuse terrible underpinnings.

This is about the criticism generally since Wuthering Heights is not the first nor do I expect it to be the last piece of media to have this particular criticism used as an indicator of how historically inaccurate it is.

In my humble opinion, the fact that it's white is not even remotely the biggest problem with that dress. You're right. It needs petticoats. It also looks like the wrong silhouette for the period. It also doesn't look particularly well-constructed. If I were so inclined, I could pick apart all the issues that make it bad historical costuming, and it being white wouldn't be close to the top of my list of issues.

As for the adaptation....we've known that it is going to be bad since we saw the casting, right? We didn't need the white wedding dress to know that, right?

I actually saw the picture of the dress in a groupchat before I learned about the casting - I'd somehow managed to block the movie from my awareness entirely until that moment. But your point stands, of course!

On the other hand, I don't feel the need to list off every possible reason the movie is going to stink before I indulge in complaints about the costuming. Complaining about bad hoops and terrible construction is solid entertainment in and of itself, especially with like-minded friends.

"white wedding dresses were a trend started by Victoria and aren't period accurate before that."

Yes, this is true. I understand the frustration.

But hear me out: the way that the color has become synonymous with weddings to the point that putting a character in a fancy white dress signals "she's getting married" (symbolically or literally) is a fascinating case study in how period dramas and adaptations might sacrifice accuracy for the sake of being readable to a modern audience. Costuming is trying to speak in modern symbols too so its meaning isn't lost on the viewer.

all true. But if this is in reference to that godforsaken Wuthering Heights image, she needs some fucking petticoats under that thing, because I can see every one of her goddamn hoop wires through that satin. Being symbolic rather than accurate does not excuse terrible underpinnings.

I know most people don't care about anything unless it has to do with the U.S. but can we please start talking about the Canadian election.

Please don't vote for Poilievre. He's basically the Canadian Trump and plans to put in place laws that harm trans youth, and lots of other shit.

Please vote istg this is the only way anything will get better. Poilievre has been kissing millionaires and billionaires asses. He'll make life even harder, and he loves Trump.

Reblogs are appreciated, especially if you aren't Canadian.