THE 100 FAMILY

badassbelllamy and me are creating a 100 family!!

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This is my mom, my dad and I on the day of my graduation! I’m in the red of course haha! Both of my parents are out of work, and the only form of payment they get is disability and PTO. We are no longer eligible for unemployment checks! I have a job and most of my pay checks go into helping out us all but since I don’t make enough, I can’t afford to pay all of our bills. 

Recently, my mom told me that if we don’t make a $1,010 mortgage payment by February 2nd our house will be foreclosed on and we will be kicked out of our house. Sadly, i’m not able to pay it. So there’s a good chance i’ll be kicked out of the house i grew up in, and my parents will lose something they worked hard for. 

On top of all that, we still have to pay our car, phone, internet, electricity, water, and heating bills. 

But wait, there’s more crap to add on top of this crap cake. Our refrigerator, plumbing under our sink, dryer, and so on have all messed up. We can’t afford to get new ones or at least fix them. 

I’ll also have to put off going to college since we simply cannot afford it. 

I know this may be asking for too much, but could you all consider donating what you can to help my parents and I? My parents have worked so hard and they’ve lost so much. I hate seeing them so sad. 

$5 or $500 no matter how much you are able to give, it still means the world to us. And I will do what ever it takes to show how much it means to me and my family. 

Please donate heregofundme.com/kxxuf4

Playing With Dolls by Sara Zimmerman of Unearthed Comics

[Image: Two panel hand drawn cartoon, showing a parent and child sitting on the floor. The child is playing with a variety of dolls. The parent and child are having a conversation]

Parent (to child): “Are your dolls having a party?”
Child (looking up smiling): “No Mom. They’re revolting against an oppressive government that is trying to remove their civil rights.”

Maybe the world would be a better place if fewer women weren’t compelled to have children while their resources are stretched unreasonably thin. Maybe fewer sweet, chubby-cheeked toddlers would grow up to be surly, resentful adults because they always had the lingering sense their presence wasn’t wanted. Many of the writers in Shallow, Selfish, and Self-Absorbed discuss their own traumatic childhoods, and how they were made to feel responsible for their parents’ failed careers, or failed relationships, or unhappy lives. But there should be no shame attached to the decision not to participate any further in the great human experiment, whether or not it comes from the fact that that experiment has failed a person in the past.
—  Why aren’t women having children? Find out that and more in today’s AAA!
Making the rosary a family prayer is very pleasing to me. I ask that all families strive to do so.
—  Our Lady of America

Culture and privacy: A sociology of the shotgun house.

By Lisa Wade, PhD

In the working and middle class neighborhoods of many Southern cities, you fill find rows of “shotgun” houses. These houses are long and narrow, consisting of three or more rooms in a row. Originally, there would have been no indoor plumbing — they date back to the early 1800s in the U.S. — and, so, no bathroom or kitchen.

Above is a photograph of a shotgun house I took in the 7th ward of New Orleans. It gives you an idea of just how skinny they are. In a traditional shotgun house, there are no hallways, just doors that take a person from one room to the next. Here’s my rendition of a shotgun floor plan; doors are usually all in a row:

At nola.com, Richard Campanella describes the possible origins and sociological significance of this housing form. He follows folklorist John Michael Vlach, who has argued that shotgun houses are indigenous to Western and Central Africa, arriving in the American South via Haiti. Campella writes:

Vlach hypothesizes that the 1809 exodus of Haitians to New Orleans after the St. Domingue slave insurrection of 1791 to 1803 brought this vernacular house type to the banks of the Mississippi.

In New Orleans, shotgun houses are found in the parts of town originally settled by free people of color, people who would have identified as Creole, and a variety of immigrants. Outside of New Orleans, we tend to see shotgun houses in places with large black populations.

The house, though, doesn’t just represent a building technique, it tells a story about how families were expected to interact. Shotgun houses offer essentially zero privacy. Everyone has to tromp through everyone’s room to get around the house. There’s no expectation that a child won’t just walk into their parents’ room at literally any time, or vice versa. There’s no way around it.

“According to some theories,” then, Campanella says:

…cultures that produced shotgun houses… tended to be more gregarious, or at least unwilling to sacrifice valuable living space for the purpose of occasional passage.

Cultures that valued privacy, on the other hand, were willing to make this trade-off.

Sure enough, in the part of New Orleans settled by people of Anglo-Saxon descent, shotgun houses are much less common and, instead, homes are more “privacy-conscious.”

Over time, as even New Orleans became more and more Anglo-Saxon as it neared the turn of the twentieth century, shotguns fell out of favor. And, as Campanella notes, while they’re enjoying a renaissance today, many renovations of these historic buildings include a fancy, new hallway.

Cross-posted at A Nerd’s Guide to New Orleans

Lisa Wade is a professor of sociology at Occidental College and the co-author of Gender: Ideas, Interactions, Institutions. You can follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

The bar girl fell in love, or something like it, with an American serviceman named Jackson stationed at Long Binh base near Saigon in 1967.

The two set up housekeeping in a home on a noisy street in town, and the soldier used to come by in the afternoons and take the woman, Nguyen Thi Canh, for rides in his Jeep. After a while a baby boy arrived.

It was a cozy setup, a neighbor who is still alive recalls, but it didn’t last long. Eventually Canh took the baby and a bundle of the soldier’s cash and got back together with her ex-husband, with whom she had already had seven children. The family eventually left Saigon and went back to their hometown in the Mekong Delta.

The boy, Dang Van Son, grew up being abused by his stepfather and always wondering why he was treated differently from his half-siblings. One day after a particularly brutal beating, an aunt pulled him aside and told him that the reason he was being mistreated was because he was the child of an American soldier.

Remembering the moment, he still weeps more than three decades later.

“I felt sad, really sad when my aunt told me,” Son said. “I always felt I didn’t look the same.”

Read more here → 

People wonder why girls and even some guys are so insecure?

They blame friends.

They blame school.

They blame the society. 

They blame just about everyone but you know who they don’t blame? 

Their fucking families.

The people that are suppose to love them no matter what but they are the most jugemental bitches not anyone else.