Just reminded of one Irish friend years ago talking about her surprise after she came to London, at just how differently people here tend to handle death.

Apparently, funerals tend to be much smaller and more private affairs. And she was amazed to run into actual adults who had never been to one.

Same, tbh. I can’t even remember the first funeral I got dragged to as a little kid. (The first would have been an uncle who had a motorcycle crash when I was maybe 4 months old, though obviously there’s no memory there.)

I’m more used to pretty much everyone the dead person has ever known being obligated to at least make an appearance at the viewing, unless they’re half-dead themselves. Usually a little bit smaller crowd for the actual funeral service, though not necessarily by much. Also closer to what that friend would expect.

That conversation didn’t go around to how people talk about death and people who have died, but I would be surprised if there weren’t also some significant differences in social conventions there.

It is pretty interesting, just how much attitudes and conventions can vary depending on the culture. Definitely including around death and dying. I can’t help but favor some more matter-of-fact approaches, which isn’t that surprising considering.

vampireapologist:

lessproblematicbunny:

vampireapologist:

Death Culture in a lot of the US is so depressing and isolating. I know this doesn’t speak to every culture’s tradition and experience bc there are so many people and cultures in the country, but largely this is what I see.

People afraid of death. Not of dying, but of the concept and precense of death.

When someone dies, it’s spoken about very quietly and very privately, almost like it should be a secret.

Viewings and funerals have sanitized atmospheres, where you walk into a funeral home and very quietly tell the nearest family member that you’re sorry, and they say thank you, and you leave quickly, just as quietly.

People don’t explain death to their children, or they even hide it (replacing dead pets with identical ones, usually with fish or hamsters).

Worst of all, when the process is all over, when the body is in the ground or an urn, people stop talking about the person as if their memory is a taboo.

It has been eight years since my dad died. Eight. And people still avoid bringing him up around me. Sometimes they’ll even apologize if they mention him. If I meet someone new and mention he died, eight years ago, they say “oh I’m so sorry” and avoid saying anything ever again that may reference me having a dad.

It’s like when someone dies here, people want to pretend they never lived.

I’ve never understood this sort of culture, because on my mom’s side, we’ve always been super open about death. When a family member dies, we stand up by their body at the wake and tell lively stories about them. People laugh loudly and cry freely and share the most noble and most hilariously embarrassing moments they hold dear to them with the person we lost.

At the house we eat all day, but we can never eat enough, because more and more people bring more and cook more. We drink, and we even play instruments and sing, and we tell more stories.

And we tell the children what death means. And we don’t stop talking about the person once they’re in the ground.

If I miss them, I can message a family member and share a memory and feel better again.

So it always astounds me when someone asks me about my parents, and the way I watch them absolutely clam up when I say my dad died when I was in high school. I see in their eyes the way they silently make a note to never bring him up again.

Of course, if I ASKED them not to, that’d be one thing.

But I can’t ignore that we live largely in a society where death is a secret thing. A scary and inappropriate topic that happens behind closed doors. A dirty fact of life that we deal with as quickly as possible and can’t wait to wash our hands of.

I think it makes it harder for everyone. I hate that I feel I can’t bring up my own father, who raised me for seventeen years, without making Polite Company visibly uncomfortable.

Death is part of life. It’s going to happen to all of us, and I’m grateful to know that when it eventually happens to me, my family will laugh and cry and sing and eat my favorite food and drink my favorite drinks and tell embarrassing stories about me and my memory will stay with them because they’ll never lock it away in some secret little drawer deemed impolite and scary and dark.

There are so many cultures that process death in much healthier ways, and I’m not saying we should take heir traditions, but I think we should follow their example.

As it is, death is an isolating experience. We need to start talking about it.

Death isn’t evil, or inherently bad, or mysterious. It just happens. And it hurts. And it’s hard and sad and difficult to navigate. But all of those things are better managed when we talk and remember.

I’m usually careful mentioning recent ones in case the person I’m talking to doesn’t want to break down just then, but that still ties into the whole “not publicly processing grief” thing

Oh of course! I respect that it’s painful to think about someone you just lost and that some people would prefer to not bring it up at the lunch buffet. I guess I’m getting more at the idea that if someone DOES want to talk about someone they lost, other people act uncomfortable and overly careful and often actually make the person who experienced the loss feel like they shouldn’t bring it up anymore for the sake of their company.

When my dad died, I talked about him all the time and made jokes. One day one of my classmates caught me crying about it and said “I just didn’t think you were ever that upset about it……”

It’s like there’s a grief stencil we’re supposed to follow to appear like we’re processing loss in a way that’s appropriate and won’t offend anyone else, and I’m not a fan of the model.

curlicuecal:

bobcatmoran:

Favorite image of the day: A photo taken by Brett Cizek of a common merganser with a massive brood of over 50 ducklings trailing after her. Biologists guess that she picked up at least a couple dozen who got separated from their mother, and maybe a few more pre-hatching since ducks often lay a couple eggs in other ducks’ nests as a way of not…er…putting all their eggs in one basket. So big broods are not uncommon, but this is definitely larger than usual.

Apparently since this photo was taken, she’s picked up another two dozen and is now wandering around Bemidji, MN, with over 70 ducklings in tow.

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UltraMom

I really don’t need to get started on wheat breads getting pushed hard as superior to and so much more “civilized” than corn, within the past 100 years or so.

Fine if you can digest it properly and it doesn’t set your immune system on the attack, but yeah.

Grocery Shopping With Me is an Experience

akireyta:

elodieunderglass:

systlin:

most-definitely-human:

systlin:

sos-fandoms:

thebibliosphere:

systlin:

kittyknowsthings:

systlin:

thebibliosphere:

systlin:

bass-borot:

systlin:

upyrica:

systlin:

systlin:

Me; The fact that whole wheat flour is more expensive than bleached white flour is elitist bullshit.

Some poor person in the baking aisle of Hy Vee “What?”

My husband; oh no

Me; WELL IT ALL STARTS WITH THE DOMESTICATION OF GRAIN AND THE EVOLUTION OF THE CLASS SYSTEM

Okay kids buckle in you asked for it.

White bread, for a very long time, was something that only the wealthy could enjoy regularly since white flour takes considerably more time and effort to produce than whole grain flour. You have to grind it extra fine, sift it, ect. Therefore, it has historically been more expensive, and still should be because it takes more steps to produce.

HOWEVER, since it was something that was harder to produce, serving white bread was a ‘special occasions’ sort of thing, which led to ‘rich people showing off how rich they were by serving it regularly’. Poorer people, meanwhile, got their regular whole wheat flour, which incidentally is better for you but we didn’t know that at the time.

(Also, whole wheat tastes better, white bread is just bland. Whole wheat bread tastes sort of nutty and delicious.)

So for the vast majority of time this was how things were. Until modern industrialization made producing white flour on a large scale easier, and all of a sudden you had white bread that ordinary folk could afford!!! So of course it is hugely popular immediately amongst the middle and lower classes. Enter the age of Wonder Bread, where you can buy your bread pre-made and sliced!!! White bread with no labor from you, cheap enough for ordinary folk to afford!

So of course, when everyone can have white bread, the upper classes now have to find a way to be Better again. This dovetailed nicely with the discovery that, hang on, whole grains are better for us than bleached white flour, and the rising craze among the upper classes for fitness (Because being soft and plump is no longer something that only the rich can achieve, so of course now being slim and toned is more desirable)

Enter the rise of the popularity of whole wheat sprouted grain artisanal bread for $10 a fuckin loaf, and the fact that if you want to buy 5 pounds of whole wheat flour, that logically should be cheaper as it still takes less effort to produce, you’re going to have to pay about a dollar or two more than if you buy the same amount of bleached white flour.

And don’t give me shit about supply and demand, because whole wheat and white flour are made from the same exact thing, but one just has more steps involved in production. You’d think companies would be thrilled about this, but nah, they know that upper class people feel More Important Than The Peasants when they pay extra for their whole wheat flour so here I am, a humble middle class drone who wants to make her own whole wheat bread because it is tastier and better for you, paying $5.17 a bag for whole wheat flour when white flour is $3.48

It’s classist bullshit.

In Victorian era (do I love some silly Victorians, ha), the fashion for white bread and its more or less general availability came with an interesting side effect: with their… love for substitutes, bakers pretty much had no choice but to replace flour with substances with no nutritional value if not harmful. It was easier on the health of the richer, as their diet had more variety, but very harmful for the people for whom bread was the main source of calories.

Yep. The number of bakers cutting their white flour with plaster dust, chalk, alum, or similar was absolutely stunning.

It led, eventually, to the establishment of trading standards legislation and the appointment of inspectors who could sample and test food products like flour and level heavy punishment on people selling products not up to standard.

The British Sale of Food and Drugs act was the ancestor of the United States’ modern FDA.

Haven’t bread sigils been a thing since Roman times or something, to prevent bread from being cut with bad shit, or from bad flour being used?

Yep the romans had laws about it, but that whole legal system kinda crumbled with the empire.

You and I can never go grocery shopping. It’d turn into an episode of Good Eats meets Adam Ruins Everything but with us.

This just makes me want to go to a Whole Foods store with you TBH

I want to watch and munch popcorn.

Episode 2 is me finding the spice aisle and going on a three hour rant about the total discrepancy between the prices paid to the producers of spices and the prices paid by the end consumer, because it isn’t 1640 anymore we can ship a lobster from Maine to Tokyo in half a day there is no reason my spice merchants should be paying the Badanese women who own the trees and actually produce the spice a few dollars a pound and then turning around and charging me an arm and a pint of blood for a handful of whole nutmegs.

The second half of the episode is me showing you how to make a recipes from the 1640s in a microwave, but only after an educational segue from the part of the world the spice comes from and how the locals use it.

Pearls are clutched as it is revealed that authentic Italian blends should not contain garlic, as garlic use in China predates it’s existence as a wild herb in Italy by some 6000 years. Your meatballs are a lie but that’s okay, here’s how to make them anyway.

Yo @systlin and @thebibliosphere do either of you happen to know why all of a sudden so many people are gluten intolerant? Like, what happened?? What’s going on??? Why is this happening to us??

(Speaking as a person who has gluten intolerance, I love bread so much that it hurts, and I gave it up (along with everything else that has gluten in it, which is a whole lot of stuff tbh) for six whole months, but then I just completely snapped and went back to eating whatever I want.)

It’s not so much that more people are ‘suddenly’ gluten intolerant as ‘we’ve figured out what causes the thing and are diagnosing it accurately now rather than shrugging and saying ‘guess demons cursed you to suffer when eating’’

And a lot of people currently avoiding gluten out of some idea that it’s bad for them even thought they do not have celiac disease or gluten intolerance, because gluten free is the current ‘low fat’ diet fad.

Though I suppose it DOES make gluten free foods more available for people who DO legitimately need to avoid it, but seriously, people, unless you actually have celiac or gluten intolerance you can eat some bread.

Due to the prevalence of celiac in my family we’ve had a lot of discussions about how many more people are getting diagnosed with it in these last few years. I think at least some of it has to do with how many more people with the genetic predisposition for it are growing up and having kids of their own- my mum was ill throughout most of her childhood before anyone figured out why and, especially before mainstream vaccinations for kids, a disease like measles would easily wipe out the kids already suffering from a compromised immune system.

Studies into how our gut fauna aids digestion of gluten and how those particular types of bacteria are potentially passed on through generations convinced my brother that the current rise is due to the changes made to diet in the last century along with greater survival rates of people with the condition and more awareness for people with less severe types of gluten intolerance to be diagnosed.

Still, I’m by no means an expert on any of this and for all I know the ideas have already been debunked and I just haven’t been looking in the right places. Please correct me if this is the case.  

The fad dieters don’t annoy anyone in my family too much since while at times we haven’t been taken as seriously, at least it’s far easier to find decent food in regular shops that we can afford and actually eat. yeah, it’s a horrible idea for most people to cut such a large and important part out of their diet but we certainly aren’t complaining about the rich people who’ll probably move onto the next new thing in a couple of months when they realize it isn’t helping them.

Very probable. In a world where the main form of caloric intake was bread and there was no vaccination to protect people with weaker immune systems, people with celiac disease likely died far younger. Now, of course, we can realize what’s wrong and say ‘yeah no, just avoid gluten, get vaccinated and have regular checkups, and you can live a long and happy life.’

But yeah. If nothing else, the gluten free fad has put gluten free food in a much more obtainable position, so that people who actually need it can get it.

I can bore people about the colorful history of celiac disease forever! but the BEST takeaway Fact is this:

In the 1940s, the connection between celiac disease and gluten was discovered by the Dutch physician Willem Dicke, who oversaw a hospital ward of children with celiac disease. The mortality rate of these children was over 35%, until –

Oh! Sorry! Was that shocking or something? Yes. Over thirty five percent of children would die. The children were taken from their parents and put in the hospital because they could not grow. They were malnourished, their brains couldn’t develop, they were weak and disabled and cognitively impaired – and over a third of them were expected to die. Heartbreakingly and in pain. That’s celiac disease, you know, that’s just what it does…

Is that surprising? You know what’s funny – in the Victorian era bananas were marketed as the first superfood, because babies fed on banana seemed to be protected from death by celiac disease. Desperate Victorian parents in Europe would scour the cities for the priceless and rare banana, in the hopes of protecting – or saving – their children from this ghostly and horrific disease. This scourge, this wasting illness that took your bright-eyed chubby cheerful nursling and turned them dull-eyed and listless, screaming when touched, their hair falling out, failing to thrive and all your dreams failing with them. So that’s partly why bananas had such a marketing boom! To this day, people are obsessed with giving bananas and banana-flavoured things to babies, a hangover from a time when people thought they could prevent a deadly and incurable disease! Fun fact. Fun fact.

Anyway, more than a third of little kids with celiac disease were expected to die and the disease was incurable – a life sentence. Back to Dr Dicke, a Dutchman in the 1940s in the Netherlands; you can see where this is going.

Dr Dicke stayed with his ward when the Nazis invaded and began the Hongerwinter, the Hunger Winter, the Dutch famine of 1944. This was very hard for the medical staff, who fed the sick children on the water that they had boiled tulip bulbs in, and so on. But Dr Dicke noticed that his celiac ward, while starving to death and being lightly poisoned by tulips, were also cheering up a bit. The other kids were dying as normal, but the celiac mortality rate went from 35% to zero. “Weird,” said Dr Dicke, who was an admirable scientist despite the stress of looking after dying babies in a starving Nazi-occupied city.

Then the Nazis agreed to let the Canadians air-drop in some food. Naturally, bread was an obvious choice. The Canadians dropped bread on Amsterdam. People grabbed the bread, and some of it made its way to the Hospital for Sick Children, because people are kind. And Dr Dicke took some of the precious life-saving morsels and went straight to his sickest kids, his celiac kids. He was being kind.

aaaaaand they went right back to dying.

“Fuck me!” Said Dr Dicke, “I have solved the medical mystery of a disease that has plagued Western civilisation since the ancient Greeks.”

And just like that, it really was just like that, celiac disease stopped being a death sentence for little weanling babies.

Fun fact!

I mean, I know it’s obvious that modern culture has mindlessly forgotten the events of WW2, but fun fact: we don’t shove bread-and-milk down the necks of three month old babies anymore AND WE KNOW BETTER NOW, and all those babies who would have died from it got to grow up, and got to pass that critical stage of growth where you die from malnourishment.

they got to grow up into a generation that laughs at the accessibility and availability of gluten free food.

Fun fact!

This was a ride from start to finish and also you all need to get a Netflix series stat