british upper class

Bir an için bir şeyin yapışıverdiği, yuvarlaklığı, ağırlığı, derinliği, olan bu şeyin tümleniverdiği yanılsaması içindeyim. İşte o an, bu benim hayatımmış gibi geliyor. Elimden gelseydi, olduğu gibi verirdim onu size. Koparıverirdim, bir salkım üzüm koparırcasına. “Al bunu. Hayatımdır bu benim.” derdim.

Virginia Woolf - Dalgalar

Görsel :  Julia Margaret Cameron (1815) - (1879) & Julia Jackson (1876) -Perhaps   the earliest Female Photographer of note , Cameron captured members of her British upper - class milieu in portraits and staged , storybook -like ensembles that helped to define the gauzy Victorian aesthetic. (Photograph : Courtesy of the Art İnstitute of Chicago)

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The First Order Army And Navy Club - verybadhedgehog - Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015) [Archive of Our Own]
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren
Characters: Armitage Hux, Kylo Ren, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Dopheld Mitaka
Additional Tags: british upper middle classes at play, first order officers at play, Tennis, Croquet, dressing for dinner, after dinner speech, kylo ren drinking pimms through a straw, hux’s awful sister, Crack, Pastiche, canonverse, Not Canon Compliant
Summary:

Kylo Ren has been commanded by the Supreme Leader to pay a visit to the First Order Home World (a recolonised planet) for political and morale purposes, and has been forced to accept General Hux’s invitation to the First Order Army and Navy Club.

The world of manicured lawns and wood panelled dining rooms is alien to Kylo, but he copes somehow, through cucumber sandwiches, Pimms, croquet, after dinner conversation and the dynamics of the Hux family.


It’s the “country club fic” finally, featuring Kylo Ren drinking Pimms through a straw and Hux’s Awful Sister persuading Kylo Ren to play croquet.

NOT REMOTELY Aftermath compliant! Born from old old old headcanons well past their sell by date and growing mould, but hopefully fun.

anonymous asked:

i just got to know sorry. im so intrigued. why do you hate the kingsman so bad?

It’s classist, racist, misogynistic and the morality is awful like I don’t even know where to start this would take a fucking day.

Like the only two people of colour in the movie being the villains (one of whom is very visibly disabled which is used as a weird gimmick). Also the main villain is an extreme ecologist (with a speech disability) whose evil plan is supposed to stop climate change and who takes an asshole white republican under his wing while the good guys blow up Obamas head (and those of a shit ton of other people in a really disgusting scene while we’re supposed to CHEER THEM ON with celebratory music playing in the background and it’s supposed to be hilarious?) THIS MOVIE IS LITERALLY SO DEEPLY CONSERVATIVE IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY)

AND the memorable last scene which is the princess of Norway or Sweden or smth offering our (possibly underage??) protagonist anal sex because he saved the world (the movie literallly ends on a shot of her naked ass). Needless to say that the….three? female character get little to no characterisation and are either killed or completely sidelined

Not to mention how insanely classist it is? How the whole “hero journey” our protagonist takes is to become like a member of the british upper class?? Like what the fuck?

Or that ten minute scene where our mind-controlled “good” guy slaughters a shit ton of also mind-controlled innocent people in a church in incredibly graphic ways with again celebratory music in the background. Please let that sink in we’re supposed to enjoy and cheer for out hero being mind-controlled and slaughtering other mind-controlled innocent people. And actually literally every single time people are being gratuitously slaughtered (which happens A LOT this movie is like 70% gratuitous violence) there’s happy party music playing in the background. ALSO READ THIS ENTIRE REVIEW THERE’S JUST SO MUCH OFFENSIVE SHIT IN THIS GARBAGE MOVIE. 

SO yeah I’m not a fan lmao.

I wish they hired James Arnold Taylor (the guy who voiced Obi-wan Kenobi in Star Wars: the Clone Wars) to voice a character in Haytham’s Templar boy band, someone British upper class, who could go on par with Haytham’s sass. ‘Cause honestly, aside from the golden banter we’d all see, their whole exchange of wit and words would be a complete eargasm.

title: unfurled, we’re just a story 

author: @phandomestic
artist: @seraphiclester
beta: @skyboidjh
word count: 11k
rating: PG-13
warnings: mild smut, alcohol

summary: the year is 1817. april blooms and the social season is fast approaching; a time for the rich and prosperous to leave their country estates and arrive in london, the perfect backdrop for festivities and to some, the grandest marriage market in the world. the assumed role of the gentry is to become besotted with and court the wealthiest, most suitable ladies to offer. however, not all gentlemen are too keen on upholding their honor, not all are willing to sacrifice their happiness for marriage. these gentlemen have no other choice. regency phan au. 

author’s note: oh hi, this is my fic for phandom big bang 2016! I have a lot of gratitude toward my beta, Becca, for being an amazing person and mini cheerleader while I completed this fic. In addition, Klara was a gem who also encouraged me and produced THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK EVER IM SO BLESSED??? This is something more left field for me, as I’ve never done anything remotely historical before. Since I am so enamored with anything to do with historical/period pieces, I just had to give this one a go. I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think :)

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The talented Mr. Hiddleston - The tall lean one with the beautiful eyes.

Character actor or sex symbol? The Brit Tom Hiddleston hasn’t decided yet. After being the vampire in Jim Jarmusch’s Only Lovers Left Alive and the super villain Loki in the Marvel-productions he has once again accessed a handfull of very different roles - one of them in Guillermo del Toros new horror movie Crimson Peak.

This is a very nice portrait that gives someone who doesn’t know him a good insight, but doesn’t add anything new (beside the stunning cover ;)). 

They talk about how stars have a certain something and that you notice it when Tom looks at you with his big teary eyes. That is is so noticeable in all of his movies, that he might have it as part of his contracts. They talk about his upbringing as a rich kid, how he is something like a new modern version of a gentleman, who isn’t stiff and reserved, but has good manners, is polite and kind, but also has a certain savoir-vivre and is always up to some mischief. That he has this aura of a privilegued certainty and “Britishness” that he also brings to his roles and that he is a dream for PR and journalists. “You can very well imagine that he will stand in front of the queen one day to get knightes, in a sharp-tailored suit and a nice smile. And then he will show of his coolest dance moves or he sings for the old Lady the Balu-song from the Junge Book.”

They then go on to describe some of his roles further - who they are in the movies and what makes them unique -, how he showed of different facets in those (British Gentleman in Return to Cranford, young sexy lad in Unrelated, uncertainty in Archipelago, anger in The Deep Blue Sea) and they spent a bit of time to talk about how Joanna Hogg helped him break through. How Adam might have been a bit of a stretch for him. They also talk about how he is comfortable in arthouse movies and blockbusters. Then there is a part about Loki and how he brought a sensitivity to this role that you wouldn’t expect. 

They also talk a bit about how that brought him popularity on the internet, especially with female fans. They describe the fandom a bit, how they create works and explore the comics and the old myths and add them to it. Everything is very benign. 

They then go on how he is a certain type of more intellectual guy or geek compared to the hunks in Hollywood and how that are two contrasting sexsymbols at the moment. 

Another paragraph talks about the controversies regarding the number of upper class British actors in the UK and in Hollywood.

The article ends with a short outlook on his next movies and how he will show once again new sides of his acting and that his interpretations of the characters were so far well received at festivals.

Oh, and then there’s a part about the “mewling quim”-line and that it is the meanest that was ever said in a Disney movie, but he is so charming that he gets away with it and it got turned into a meme.

All in all it is all very nice and focussed on his work. As you’d expect from this (epd is Evangelischer Presse Dienst - not hardcore Christians or anything, but certainly not a gossip rag or known for sensationalism.)

anonymous asked:

Hi, I was hoping you could help me. I am wanting to be accurate in my portrayal of a character who is a woman born and raised in England in the upper classes. If you could point me to some resources to allow me to do this accurately, that would help me a great deal. Thank you so much!

A masterlist of categorized links on upper classes in the United Kingdom including education, vocabulary, and etiquette. 

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“Lara Croft, daughter of Lord Henshingly Croft, was raised to be an aristocrat from birth. After attending finishing school at the age of 21, Lara’s marriage into wealth has seem assured, but on her way home from a skiing trip her chartered plane had crashed deep in the heart of the Himalayas. The only survivor, Lara learned how to depend on her wits to stay alive in hostile conditions a world away from her sheltered upbringing. 

2 weeks later, when she walked into the village of Tokakeriby her experience had had a profound effect on her. Unable to stand the claustrophobic suffocating atmosphere of upper-class British society, she realised that she was only truly alive when she was travelling alone. Over the 8 following years she acquired an intimate knowledge of ancient civilizations across the globe.

Her family disowned their prodigal daughter, and she turned to writing to fund her trips. Famed for discovering several ancient sites of profound archaeological interest she made a name for herself by publishing travel books and detailed journals of her exploits.”

And this, kids, it’s the original biography of Lara Croft, her personal motivations and the true story of how she became a Tomb Raider. And yeah, also the relationship with her parents, which is none at all of course.

When releasing Tomb Raider The Last Revelation, this was added to this original biography:

“The daughter of Lord Henshingly Croft, Lara was brought up in the secure world of aristocracy - wanting for nothing she was surrounded by servants, social events and high society.

Having attended Wimbledon High School for Girls from the age of 11 years, Lara’s parents decided that now she was 16, she should broaden her education by studying for her A'levels at one of England’s most prominent boarding schools. An adventurous soul, Lara found the idea of being sent away from home an exciting prospect. By chance one day Lara came across a copy of National Geographic on the hall table. The front cover featured a familiar name - Professor Werner Von Croy. A respected archaeologist, Von Croy had once lectured at Lara’s school to pupils and parents alike. The experience had a profound effect on Lara, triggering a desire to travel to remote locations in search of adventure. In some ways Von Croy had become an inspirational figure for Lara.

As Lara read further, she learned that Von Croy was currently preparing for an archaeological tour across Asia, culminating in a potential new discovery to be made in Cambodia. Unable to contain herself, Lara burst into the room, thrust the article in front of her parents and without hesitation demanded she accompany Von Croy on his expedition. Lord Croft could hardly disagree that travel was an education in itself. As Lara argued the case further, he found himself walking over to the desk and penning a letter to Von Croy, introducing himself as an influential society figure and offering financial assistance in exchange for his daughter’s place on the expedition.

Von Croy’s reply assured the Henshingly Crofts that the territories were friendly and that he had ample experience to look after both his and Lara’s well being. Lara’s company as an assistant would be welcome, as was the offer of such a generous cheque. He remembered Lara from his lecture - her incessant yet insightful questions had made quite an impression upon him.

And so it was agreed by all that Lara would accompany Von Croy for the duration of the tour…”

So, this is it. The true origins of Lara Croft, her true personal motivations, her true relationship with her family and her true inspiration, together with the experience in the Himalaya, which in fact make her become the Tomb Raider: her mentor, professor Werner Von Croy.

And yeah, they later turn into enemies, but that’s another story, right?

No mommy-daddy traumas, no shipwrecking in islands, no attempted-rape, no bullshit like that.

You’re welcome, kids.

Here’s something everyone seems really afraid to say these days…

Shitting on white people isn’t okay.

So, hear me out for a second, before you start running around and calling me a racist.

This past weekend, during the Golden Globe awards, Tom Hiddleston won for best lead actor in a limited TV series.  Rightfully so, as he gave a magnificent performance in “The Night Manager”. He gave a heartfelt, sincere, worldly speech about UNICEF and the good that relief workers are doing down in war torn South Sudan, and spoke about how it made him feel proud that he could provide THOSE people with some relief of his own by giving them an escape from the hardships of their own day to day lives.

Wait a second.  Actually look at what Tom Hiddleston SAID.  He said nothing about “saving black people”, said nothing about him being personally responsible for making the lives of African children better.  Didn’t, in fact, include himself at all as an individual responsible for aiding or helping the people of South Sudan.  He said that he was proud that he could give something positive through his performance in The Night Manager to the relief workers who ARE doing those things.  Who are down on the ground in South Sudan providing relief, providing education and health care and food and water.  He said he was happy that he could give the RELIEF WORKERS some relief of their own through entertainment.

He didn’t say anything about himself being the one helping “black children”.  He didn’t portray himself as any kind of “white savior”.  And yet, that’s exactly what he’s being accused of. 

People who apparently think that any kind of concern or support or aid from a white person is automatically to be distrusted.  People who are under some sort of belief that it’s okay to shit on and belittle and mock white people because, well, they’re white.  People who don’t seem to understand that two wrongs don’t make a right, and that by doing so, they’re perpetrating the very behavior and attitude and prejudice that they condemn white people for.

I wonder, then, how they think they’re ever going to attain equality and respect for minorities when they’re giving white people absolutely no reason to respect them, no reason to want to treat them fairly at all.  When they talk down to white people like they’re stupid, like they’re ignorant, like they’re trash, like they’re worthless.  The very same way they accuse every white person of treating minorities.  

Now here comes the folks who will tell me “it’s not the same thing”.  Black people have it much harder than white people, etc…

That’s true.  Of course.  No one here is denying that.

That doesn’t make it okay to treat white people like they don’t matter, like their problems don’t matter, like their emotions aren’t valid, their opinions aren’t valid, or their actions are insincere.

It’s that kind of attitude which gives birth to racism and prejudice and bigotry because, guess what, it IS racism and prejudice and bigotry.  It’s all of those things committed against white people.

Now if you’re one of these idiot’s that think white people can’t be prejudiced against… lol, then I really have nothing to say to you, because that level of stupidity and ignorance isn’t worth being addressed.

Racism, in its most basic definition, is the act of judging and assessing another person’s worth based on their ethnicity, based on their race, based on the color of their skin.

Make no mistake about it, the treatment that Tom Hiddleston received on social media following his Golden Globes speech, was racist in nature.

Oh, but he’s a privileged white man, an upper class, British white man who’s had a good education and a well to do upbringing and all that lovely stuff. 

Yeah?  So fucking what?

He was still treated unfairly, was still subjected to absurd, outlandish and false assumptions because of his RACE.  The very DEFINITION of racism.

It was assumed, because he’s WHITE, that what he had to say about South Sudan, and UNICEF and the relief workers down there, couldn’t possibly be genuine, couldn’t possibly be anything but self-serving, self-promotion, ignorant, white savior complex driven stupidity.

Racism folks.  

If he was black, and he’d said the exact same words, made the exact same speech, he would have been hailed as courageous and thoughtful, as an activist and a leader and wonderful and blah, blah, blah.

Don’t act like it isn’t true.  You know it is.

But because he’s white, because he’s a white man particularly, then in today’s racially charged atmosphere, it’s become a-okay in the media to marginalize and belittle white people because of the sorry, moronic excuse that they’re already at the top of the social food chain, and it’s become a-okay for minority groups to do the same.

You want to talk about Meryl Streep’s speech and how it’s being praised to high heaven and how people are calling her a Queen and a warrior for taking aim at Donald Trump?  Well, guess what, the very reason Donald Trump is going to be the president of the United States is because of the marginalization of white people and their problems, the marginalization of their opinions and feelings, the marginalization of them as a people.

It’s sickening, and a pure demonstration of how pushing people too far can lead to very ugly things.

I’ll say it again.

Two wrongs don’t make a right.

It just make everything more fucked up than it already is.

If you want to be treated equally, want to be treated fairly and respectfully, then you have to treat others equally and fairly and respectfully in turn.

Shitting on them because you ASSUME them to be something based on nothing but their race, is only going to perpetrate further racism.  

This is so simple a concept, and yet so many idiots don’t seem to get it, at all, on all sides.

Tom Hiddleston is a good man.  He’s a kind man, an incredibly, genuinely polite, genuinely nice, intelligent, talented and giving human being.  He’s someone who was trying to do some good by bringing attention to a serious issue in the world that most people either don’t know about, or don’t care about.  He was trying to make what he was saying relevant to the occasion he was at, celebrating the art of ACTING, by expressing his happiness at the thought that what he does as an ACTOR could help people who are down in South Sudan doing relief work, could help those people who are experiencing the hardships and horrors of a war torn country, get through the day and endure it a little easier.  That’s ALL he was saying.  That’s ALL he meant.  He didn’t say jack all about how it was his own actions which are helping the children in South Sudan.  He gave himself absolutely zero credit for that at all, and gave all the credit to the relief workers.

If you want to twist that into some self-serving agenda because you’re determined to villify and demonize all white people, then you’ve got some serious issues that you need to work out.

This whole “punching up” concept is the biggest load of horse shit I’ve ever seen.  Yeah, let’s shit on white people, that’s sure to create an equal, fair and open minded environment for minorities.  

Well, anyway, I’m sure I’m going to get viciously attacked by a lot of people for saying what I did.  Because God forbid you should ever defend white people, God forbid you should ever speak about them like they’re actual human beings too who have real feelings and real hardships.  God forbid that you should ever treat them like they matter.

Equality as a concept is seeing everyone, not for their race, but, to quote Martin Luther King Jr, for the content of their character.  Judging them for the content of their character, and not for a physical aspect of themselves which they can’t control.

That goes both ways.  You can’t pick and choose who it’s okay to be prejudiced against and who isn’t.  If one group is acceptable to bully and mock, then all groups are.

The kind of treatment Tom Hiddleston received following his win at the Golden Globes demonstrates everything that’s wrong with our culture and our world. 

A good man doing a good thing, and being persecuted for it.

Jesus Christ must be rolling over in his grave.

(And no, bitches, I’m not saying Tom Hiddleston is Jesus Christ.  Only the principle is the same.)

seagifts  asked:

can you explain to me what the metaphor is? I am quite curious

I’m super duper sick right now so I can’t go as deep into this as I would like to, but I’ll do my best.

Basically, when you study Lord of the Flies in school, the only “themes” of the novel that are discussed include: civilization descending into savagery, and the depravity of the human condition. Honestly it’s pretty shallow, and rings of that kind of edgy Fight Club-level “everyone is bad on the inside under certain circumstances” sort of thing.

Granted, these themes can be entertaining enough on their own, BUT, what is often left out is that Golding wrote LOTF in response to another novel - “The Coral Island” by R. M. Ballantyne. In TCI, a group of upper-class British boys are shipwrecked on an island, and through the power of Christianity and being upper-class British boys, they’re able to survive, build boats and get food, and also convert the nasty savage cannibal rapist natives to Christianity, freeing them of their animalistic ways and sailing home with a cool new life experience to tell their parents.

Golding read this and, as you can tell from the way LOTF goes, thought it was utter nonsense. The boys in LOTF even have the same names as the characters in Ballantyne’s novel, and they, if you haven’t read it, completely lose their shit upon realizing they’re stuck on an island. As you could imagine, power struggles, fights, murder, and other such unsavory shenanigans ensure, all without the assistance of some ass-pull “savage native” tribe.

LOTF is meant as a subversion (and quite frankly, a massive middle finger) of the imperialist notion that upper-class religious Britain was somehow culturally and intellectually superior than the rest of the world. The actions of the boys are not meant to reflect the sensibilities of the entire world, but rather sheltered, white British men living in the 1940s - 50s. It’s not a massive all-encompassing metaphor for the evil of humanity, it’s a critique of the actions and beliefs of the specific people featured in the novel.

Fun Fact: Standard American English sounds more like the British accent of 1776 than does the current “Received Pronunciation” English accent today. The dropping of “r” sounds (non-rhoticism) in the South of Britain came about a generation later. Only the accents of the American Southeast and a few of the northern seaports like Boston acquired it. In adddition, New England was settled by people from East Anglia who also dropped their rs. In the South is was an affection meant to mimic the British upper class which the southern planter aristocracy admired and to distance themselves from the despised Yankee tradesmen of the North.

anonymous asked:

"Yankee Doodle went to town,a-riding on a pony he stuck a feather in his hat and called it macaroni". What do Americans mean by this ?

At the time, “macaroni” was used to describe things that were fashionable.  That verse of the song originated from the upper class British people to make fun of the colonial Americans, portraying them as backwards yokels who think that sticking a feather in their farming hat and thinking it’s high fashion.  The verse was then appropriated by the Americans as a song of revolution, because the only thing that makes rebelling better is reminding your enemies what they think of you while you shoot them.

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May 10th 1849: Astor Place Riot

On this day in 1849, a riot broke out at the Astor Opera House in New York City. The incident was initially sparked by a long-running dispute between two leading actors of the day - William Charles Macready and Edwin Forrest - over who was a better Shakespearean performer. However, tensions heightened as the two actors became proxies for the opposing classes in New York - the British Macready represented the upper class, and the American Forrest the lower classes. The brewing animosity came to a head on the night of May 10th when Macready’s performance of Macbeth, which had been cancelled due to protests at the first attempt, was rescheduled for. A militia company, expecting there to be violence at the rescheduled play, was stationed nearby. As predicted, violence broke out which prompted the troops to fire into the crowd, with around 25 being killed and hundreds injured. The riot is mainly remembered today for the way it pitted immigrants against nativists, a divide which was a key factor in the lead up to Civil War.

seeingpurplereignred  asked:

For the fic thing you asked (good luck with all of your other work :)). Either CS or Ichabbie; contract marriage. It is one of my favorite tropes *whispers* especially in Asian dramas. The two begin this practically hating each other only to discover the other is their other half. But the other doesn't think the other feels the same way. And angst ensues. So please full of cutesy, adorable moments that is also full of tension. And either CS or Icabbie, it is up to you. Again, good luck! :)

@hookedoncaptswan​ asked: Per your request for fic prompts: Ichabbie x ‘fake dating for some important mission reason but it’s fake so why are you driving the other guy I like away are you really that jealous’ ?? (I’m thinking Danny/Abbie/Ichabod but feel free to switch it to make it from Abbie’s POV!)

Anonymous asked: Ichabbie x fake dating ;)

okay, I’m combining these because apparently fake relationship Ichabbie is a thing the people need. And because I had this idea and I love it.

Ichabod Jeremy Crane and Grace Abigail Mills have known each other for two months, been engaged for forty-eight hours, and not entirely loathed each other for perhaps fifteen minutes when they are married in the drawing room of the Mills family home, a modest clapboard bungalow in Westchester, New York. The bride wears lace gloves, a broad-brimmed white hat, and a Jackie O dress; the groom wears bell bottoms, a striped shirt, and a mustard velvet jacket, looking very much like a member of the four-man rock-n-roll band from Liverpool currently taking America by storm. It is 1964, and their nuptials are illegal in all fifty states of the Union, so the Mills family’s AME Zion pastor, Daniel Reynolds, is risking jail or worse by officiating it. If so, he’s ready to go. This was all his idea. He’s determined to force the state of New York either to recognize an interracial marriage, or to prosecute it, and as such drum up public awareness and sympathy for the burgeoning civil rights movement, and the challenges it faces even here in the supposedly liberal North. No matter that at one time, it was generally assumed that he and Abigail (Abbie, she’s called) were going to be married. The mission of ending Jim Crow, of saving his suffering brothers and sisters, is bigger than all that.

He hardly could have chosen two more different people. Ichabod is in fact upper-class British, as posh as they come – old money, country estate, educated at Eton and Oxford, expected to take a job as a barrister in London or be elected to Parliament – but he’s fled the stifling strictures of class and country to be a hippie in the States, to the utter horror and disownment of his family. He stands a foot taller than his slender, diminutive bride, who stares directly ahead, bouquet of lilies wilting in the summer heat. She’s grown up working-class with her mama and her sister Jenny; Daddy is long since out of the picture. Served shakes and fries at the diner, scrubbed floors, worked as a secretary to pay her way through Spelman College in Georgia, where she saw things that shocked her awake and solidified her belief in the movement, to the point she’s willing to marry this obnoxious, oblivious Englishman to do something about it. Barely. He truly wants to help, which is more than she can say for almost everyone else, but he has no damn idea what that looks like.

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Ableism in communication

[please note: this post contains ableist slurs]

I’m really struck by how quickly people’s worth gets rejected, and how quickly I am used to judging them, for not communicating correctly. Not being “articulate”.

I called it “not conforming to the same social norms that someone with a lot of privilege is expected to”, in another post, because I think that’s what’s happening. We are trained to read people’s class, race, gender, and dis/abled status in their verbal communication, and to sort them accordingly by their corresponding worth.

If you can’t use spoken language, or don’t use it, or not a lot, then you are immediately “retarded”, “mentally challenged”, basically flat-out nonexistent, “trapped”, “missing” (in the language that the terrible Autism Speaks organization routinely uses).

If someone helps you communicate, like in facilitated communication or in sign language interpretation,other people constantly question whether you are really the one talking, think of you as just a puppet, and talk to the interpreter or facilitator as if you’re not there.

If you are writing or typing to someone who expects you to be speaking verbally, it throws them entirely for a loop and they act like you’re an alien; it throws a wrench into their ability to see you as a human being like them, because if you were like them why would you be doing that?

If you can and do speak aloud, then you’re judged on whether you lisp, or stutter, or make unrelated noises (again seen as a sign of your comprehension, your worth, the value of your voice and therefore your existence) and then on pronunciation in general.

On accent; like, if you’re Southern, non-Southern Americans automatically think you’re less intelligent and less worthy, if your accent is upper-class British we’ll think you’re smart. (There’s an interesting but fucked-up plotline in Arrested Development about this.)

On vocabulary and grammar and slang, which again are seen as a gauge of your intelligence and worth. All of which have deep roots in classism and racism.

Then you’re judged on gender, like the rage expressed in the media when they noticed women uptalking, and then when they noticed women using vocal fry instead, as well, and then the intersection with trans stuff - are you expressing gender through your voice in a way that is consistent with the way they perceive your gender….

TL:DR; Communication in general, but out-loud communication in particular, are basically used to determine your worth to others as a human being. To determine how much they will see you as a human being. And the myth of intelligence is that (a) there is one single, testable thing called intelligence, that is basically about how you take information in and share it out; (b) all of these things are signs of your intelligence, and © intelligence determines your worth as a human being.

What other examples am I forgetting?

Airtight

Author: @finnicko-loves-anniec

Rating: T

Crossover Source: This piece was inspired by the Indiana Jones film series… and I fully admit that about the same effort was put into ensuring historical accuracy here as in the films. I apologize in advance to anyone who actually knows anything about Egyptology.


Egypt, 1937

The air down here was musty, and though she knew that this place had been sealed airtight for the last three thousand years, she still expected to see cobwebs every time she shined her flashlight down a new corridor. Katniss paused for a moment to admire the hieroglyphs. The craftsmanship here was exceptional. She’d spent the last ten years between the dig sites and her post at Marshall College, and only once or twice had she seen anything comparable.

She fumbled for her camera. Everything needed to be recorded as she found it. The Supreme Council of Antiquities was very strict on that point, and in any case, she would want copies for her own files. Her flashlight dropped, its light suddenly gone. “Shit,” she whispered, though there was no one else about to hear. She couldn’t get on her hands and knees to search for it, not here. Yes, she had matches, but she really didn’t want to burn them in here if she could help it.

But if she could just… there. Katniss could just make out the shape of her flashlight, a black just ever so slightly deeper than the shadows surrounding it.

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