Feeling deeply traumatized after watching a documentary about the chimney sweep boys in Victorian England. Boys and girls (usually sold to the upper class by their parents) as young as 3 were made to crawl up the chimneys of their master’s mansions and clean the soot from there.
Their knees and elbows were usually bruised and bloodied after they were done. To toughen them up, the master would usually pour water and salt on their wounds and mercilessly send them up another chimney. Because of this, calluses formed. Sometimes, to make the boys climb faster, the master would light a fire beneath them.
With the “job” came many hazards. It was not unusual for some boys to get stuck in the tight corners of the chimney, sometimes, without the knowledge of the master. These poor souls were left to suffocate from the soot and toxic fumes. Worse, some were BURNT to death when the fire was lit and their screams could be heard for 2 miles away.
Many of these chimney boys didn’t live to adulthood due to the daily breathing in of soot and other toxic chemicals. They also suffered from deformed bones due to their young bodies having to bend out of shape to fit into the chimney.
Never again will I whine about any uncomfortable setbacks in life.
Lin-Manuel Miranda’s dressing room is literally a bedroom, albeit a very small one. The kinetic 28-year-old star and composer of In the Heights, the new pan-Latino pop opera that celebrates the Inwood-Washington Heights neighborhood Mr. Miranda grew up in, has outfitted his room at stage right like an 8-year-old boy’s, with items that speak to his own affinities, not his characters’. There are Transformers sheets for the bunk bed that’s above his dressing table, a television set and PlayStation 2, and a G.I. Joe Cobra Commander poster on the door. The stuffed monkey next to his pillow isn’t a transitional object, he said. It’s a prize from a claw machine in Times Square. “I’m only good at two things,” Mr. Miranda said, “writing music and the claw. And I’m unbelievably good at the claw.” He proffered his guest book, which has been signed by his parents, his grammar school music teacher and his director, Thomas Kail, who wrote, “You are all hype.”
Besides the bunk bed, the other notable feature of this closetlike room is its grass cloth walls, put there, as the bed was, for Joel Grey when he played Amos Hart in Chicago in 1996.
more really awful midnight ideas: alya writing a ladybug femslash fic featuring an OC that is very obviously marinette with a slightly different name in an attempt to fill the femslash fic void we all feel sometimes — and adrien finds himself a reluctant, slightly heartbroken shipper (this is marinette — cute, isn’t she? he remembers, and the fic is really, truly, very convincing)
i’m not sure where i was going with this but i think it was somewhere with adrien reluctantly making up his mind to step aside if either of his crushes decided they’d like each other better and
adrien ships maribug more than adrinette
alya ships adrinette more than maribug
ship war that they don’t know is a ship war while both of them are just really intent on making marinette happy
meanwhile marinette’s just in the background like literally wth’s up with everyone?
I just love how in the season 1 they emphasize that main characterS do not have much friends and social connections, feel like losers and alone. And then it gets better. Step by step it gets better and now you are not alone (see what i did here?) and you enjoy yourself and get connections and boyfriend and biology partner and friend.
And then they are all interwinded and the squads mix up and spend time together and connect with each other. And suddenly high school isn’t a boring and lonely experience. And suddenly you are not the biggest loser (see again?). And then you just go to mcdonalds after school with your squad and then invite your bf and then invite your biology partner and your friend.
Man I just love the general route from eva’s ‘i just came to high school party but I don’t know anyone and how to strike a convo and feel alone’ to sana’s ‘we all connect and chat and we’re all together even tho we so different and I judge no one.’