The thing that most haunted me that day, however…was the fact that these things had – apparently – actually occurred…For all his attention to my historical education, my father had neglected to tell me this: history’s terrible moments were real. I understand now, decades later, that he could never have told me. Only history itself can convince you of such a truth. And once you’ve seen that truth – really seen it – you can’t look away.
Elizabeth Kostova, The Historian (via quoted-books)
puritans: oh no people in england will not let us close all the playhouses and force everyone to wear underwear made of steel wool and generally dictate everything about what everyone else does. we must away to the new world where we can oppress people as much as we want
american history books: RELIGIOUS FREEDOM!
jews & all other Actually Oppressed religious groups: [look directly into the camera]
my grandparents have to lock their car doors when they go to sunday mass because people have been breaking in to unlocked cars and leaving entire piles of zucchini
i feel like i should’ve added more context when i posted this. my grandparents live in a rural area where farmers and casual gardeners alike are, at this point in the year, suddenly being hit with unexpectedly abundant zucchini crops. there aren’t just some random vandals leaving zucchinis in people’s cars for the hell of it, this is the work of some very exasperated, probably very elderly, folks who have more zucchini than they know what to do with
Yep. You can also expect to find a bag of zucchini on your porch.
My grandfather once found his neighbor stealing his tomatoes out of his garden at three in the morning. Red-handed, with a basket of the nearly-ripened ones. He thought he was going to find gophers or something, but no, here’s Henry, taking his tomatoes. The best ones.
There was a long pause between them.
My grandfather (allegedly) said, “Henry… it’s OK. You can take some tomatoes if you want them.”
Henry sighed in relief.
“But,” my grandfather said, “you have to take two zucchini for every tomato.”
There was another long silence. “That’s a harsh bargain, John,” said Henry. “But I accept. I’ll tell Joe up the street, too.”
My grandfather said, “Tell Joe he needs to take three.”
a friend of my dad’s came by in the middle of the night, he seemed very nervous when my dad answered the door. he wouldn’t come inside but he leaned in and whispered to my dad in spanish, “i have some fresh grapes for you.” and then this happened:
old woman on the subway, in strong brooklyn accent: yeah, did you hear, he’s banning all transgenders from the military. he’s banning them.
second old woman, same accent: may he rot in hell.
first old woman: and he will!
both old women: [exit train, laughing]
How most people with invisible illnesses are treated by health care “professionals”
The Golden Girls didn’t fuck around
pls watch
honestly i really appreciated this scene when I first saw it bc it took me like two years to get a diagnosis for what’s wrong with me
Dorothy: Dr. Budd?
Dr. Budd: Yes?
Dorothy: You probably don’t remember me, but you told me I wasn’t sick. Do you remember? You told me I was just getting old.
Dr. Budd: I’m sorry, I really don’t–
Dorothy: Remember. Maybe you’re getting old. That’s a little joke. Well, I tell you, Dr. Budd, I really am sick. I have chronic fatigue syndrome. That is a real illness. You can check with the Center for Disease Control.
Dr. Budd: Huh. Well, I’m sorry about that.
Dorothy: Well, I’m glad! At least I know I have something.
Dr. Budd: I’m sure. Well, nice seeing you.
Dorothy: Not so fast. There are some things I have to say. There are a lot of things that I have to say. Words can’t express what I have to say. [tearing up] What I went through, what you put me through—I can’t do this in a restaurant.
Dr. Budd: Good!
Dorothy: But I will!
Dr. Budd’s date: Louis, who is this person?
Dr. Budd: Look, Miss–
Dorothy: Sit. I sat for you long enough. Dr. Budd, I came to you sick—sick and scared—and you dismissed me. You didn’t have the answer, and instead of saying “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with you,” you made me feel crazy, like I had made it all up. You dismissed me! You made me feel like a child, a fool, a neurotic who was wasting your precious time. Is that your caring profession? Is that healing? No one deserves that kind of treatment, Dr. Budd, no one. I suspect had I been a man, I might have been taken a bit more seriously, and not told to go to a hairdresser.
Dr. Budd: Look, I am not going to sit here anymore–
Dr. Budd’s date: Shut up, Louis.
Dorothy: I don’t know where you doctors lose your humanity, but you lose it. You know, if all of you, at the beginning of your careers, could get very sick and very scared for a while, you’d probably learn more from that than anything else. You’d better start listening to your patients. They need to be heard. They need caring. They need compassion. They need attending to. You know, someday, Dr. Budd, you’re gonna be on the other side of the table, and as angry as I am, and as angry as I always will be, I still wish you a better doctor than you were to me.
Reblogging for any of my mutuals who’ve ever dealt with Dr. Budd.
I’m probably 5-10 years younger, but I also had that same fucking “giant frozen wave at the front, shaved underneath at the back” hair she’s talking about around ‘87-‘88. Variations on that one hung on for quite a while.
Almost glad I don’t have any photographic evidence anymore, of either that haircut or some of the makeup that seemed awesome at the time 😉
I hadn’t thought about it that much, but she definitely has a point about the increased quality and ease of use of so many makeup products by now. Even if you weren’t hitting the Wet n Wild as hard as some of us needed to. Besides some common techniques changing, and all the tutorials readily available now probably helping a lot. Trial and error is definitely one way to learn, but yeah. Having more options is a good thing.
(Though that’s nothing compared to the old cake mascaras and eyeliners, etc. my mom talked about using in the ‘60s. It also would have been really wild if she’d had much to say about the amount of eye makeup I was wearing. I saw enough photos.)
I never personally flamed the hard waxy eyebrow pencils for waterlining, but I remember watching in barely concealed horror while other people did it. Even better after a few drinks 😨 Had almost forgotten about that, or maybe my brain tried to block it out.
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