This gif was inspired by the story of Caroline Herschel.
Born in 1750, Caroline suffered from typhus and a mother who treated her as a servant. She eventually escaped the servant life and joined her older brother in England. William was a professional musician, and after middling success in music he turned his (and Caroline’s) attention to astronomy.
The hobby of astronomy turned into a profession for both of them, and Caroline became the first woman to receive a salary for her contributions to science. (discovering a whole lot of astronomical stuff along the way)
I came upon the story in the book linked below, which was a long and rich read.
notice how it’s so much easier for rich white people to be pretty than literally everyone else. notice how hard black women have to try. notice how hard disabled people have to try. notice how hard trans people have to try. why is beauty so difficult to obtain for everyone who isn’t a white cis able bodied millionaire.
*slightly concerned pterodactyl noise* they’re putting me through a series of tests, and then sending me to intern at various places to see if i fit there. and from then on in, there’ll be monthly wages of about 3'500 SFR, and… that is almost a third of all the money i have managed to save up over 20 years. what the fuck am i supposed to do with that much money. help.
i sat in on another creditor meeting today and i felt so out of place its like 95% old/middle aged rich white men and theyre all discussing how to wring the most money out of a failing company with no regard for the ppl who work for it like… its all gross business is gross
There’s one big difference between the poor and the rich,” Kite says, taking a drag from his cigarette. We are in a pub, at lunch-time. John Kite is always, unless stated otherwise, smoking a fag, in a pub, at lunch-time.
“The rich aren’t evil, as so many of my brothers would tell you. I’ve known rich people – I have played on their yachts – and they are not unkind, or malign, and they do not hate the poor, as many would tell you. And they are not stupid - or at least, not any more than the poor are. Much as I find amusing the idea of a ruling class of honking toffs, unable to put their socks on without Nanny helping them, it is not true. They build banks, and broker deals, and formulate policy, all with perfect competency.
No – the big difference between the rich and the poor is that the rich are blithe. They believe nothing can every really be so bad. They are born with the lovely, velvety coating of blitheness – like lanugo, on a baby – and it is never rubbed off by a bill that can’t be paid; a child that can’t be educated; a home that must be left for a hostel, when the rent becomes too much.
Their lives are the same for generations. There is no social upheaval that will really affect them. If you’re comfortably middle-class, what’s the worst a government policy could do? Ever? Tax you at 90% and leave your bins, unemptied, on the pavement. But you and everyone you know will continue to drink wine – but maybe cheaper – go on holiday – but somewhere nearer – and pay off your mortgage – although maybe later.
Consider, now, then, the poor. What’s the worst a government policy can do to them? It can cancel their operation, with no recourse to private care. It can run down their school – with no escape route to a prep. It can have you out of your house and in a B&B by the end of the year. When the middle classes get passionate about politics, they’re arguing about their treats - their tax-breaks and their investments. When the poor get passionate about politics, they’re fighting for their lives.
Politics will always mean more to the poor. Always. That’s why we strike and march, and despair when our young say they won’t vote. That’s why the poor are seen as more vital, and animalistic. No classical music for us – no walking around National Trust properties, or buying reclaimed flooring. We don’t have nostalgia. We don’t do yesterday. We can’t bare it. We don’t want to be reminded of our past, because it was awful: dying in mines, and slums, without literacy, or the vote. Without dignity. It was all so desperate, then. That’s why the present and the future is for the poor - that’s the place in time for us: surviving now, hoping for better, later. We live now - for our instant, hot, fast treats, to pep us up: sugar, a cigarette, a new fast song on the radio.
You must never, never forget, when you talk to someone poor, that it takes ten times the effort to get anywhere from a bad post-code. It’s a miracle when someone from a bad post-code gets anywhere, son. A miracle they do anything at all.
A rant about the divide between the rich and the poor from “How To Build a Girl” by Caitlin Moran
i didn’t expect to come out of leverage with so many emotions about the fucking brewpub??? what has this show DONE to me
but ok. like. the brewpub doesn’t turn a profit, right. it is actively losing money all of the time, but it doesn’t matter? because of their fucking alternative revenue stream, they don’t NEED to make a profit, they literally own this brewpub for the fun of it
so, like. they COULD make it turn a profit but: eliot & hardison, working-class boys TM, they are absolutely going to:
make everything on the menu $0.50 less than it costs to make at least, because affordable food is important
just fucking give away shit for free. oh you can’t pay for this food? that’s fine don’t worry about it have it anyway, also would you like a coffee? some beer?
get everything locally, pay a LOT for it (let’s take a moment for all of the feelings eliot ‘grew up in a farming town’ spencer 100% has about corporations paying farmers the bare fucking minimum they can get away with. so many feelings, he goes on long & impassioned rants whenever this comes up, my bitter socialist son)
pay all of their staff like three times minimum wage at the least
all of the staff have AMAZING insurance & they always pay out if they need to
if any of the staff mention anything health related hardison will appear & offer to pay for it
if any of the CUSTOMERS mention anything health related hardison will appear & offer to pay for it
(i REFUSE to accept that hardison doesn’t tip, that is WRONG, the show is WRONG & i will NOT allow it, hardison tips. hardison’s elder siblings were waitstaff who depended on tips to make rent, hardison tips generously. hardison has all this money & he’s not even using most of it so he gives it away All Of The Time)
like. LIKE. the brewpub is basically a fucking nonprofit charity, they run jobs to take down capitalist scum & then come home to their aggressively socialist brewpub, this is just. this is fact. you cannot convince me this isn’t true
[Image: A picture of some of the British royal family at the queen’s speech in parliament, they are dressed in finery and medals, the queen is wearing her crown and a large red cape, they are sitting in golden thrones and surrounded by golden ornamentation]
Is there honestly any better picture to capture how horrific Britain is than this
Like, she’s the chief surgeon of some really fancy, well known hospital so she attends a lot of galas and balls and charity events
Most of the time she tries to drag Clarke along with her, but Clarke absolutely hates all the stuck-up rich folk pretending they’re interested in these different charities when all they’re actually interested in is looking the most charitable
If Clarke ends up going, her BFF Wells, heir to the Jaha Family Fortune, is usually there to keep her company/keep her out of trouble
Let’s be real they totally get drunk as hell and make fun of all the stuck-up rich people and have running jokes about the regulars and Clarke draws cartoons on the too-expensive napkins that she saves and hangs on the walls in her room to remind her of all the bitches and assholes she encounters at these things
One night, she and Wells are prepared to get drunk and try to make the best out of this shitty situation like they usually do and then IN WALKS FINE STUD LEXA™ and Clarke can feel her jaw drop and Wells just smirks in that infuriating Wells fashion like “wow, Griffin, didn’t know you were working as a struggling artist AND a human flytrap. great multitasking skills”
Clarke immediately denies all attraction to Lexa because she KNOWS that Lexa is going to be just like all the other stuck-up pissy rich boys she meets, who think just because they look decent in a suit means that they can get into her pants
(Clarke definitely doesn’t want to admit that Lexa looks like an actuall goddess in her suit ok she’s not attracted to her SHE ISN’T)
Just as Clarke and Wells are about to get into their drinking, their least favorite rich twat-face shows up… Fuckboy Finn Collins
His parents are hella loaded lawyers and he’s used to getting everything he wants so naturally after the first time Clarke rejected him he just keeps coming back with more and more swagger (or so he thinks) and basically the biggest asshole to ever exist
Thelonius pulls Wells away to meet some important corporate dude, and Clarke is like “wells no pls” because she can see Finn approaching and Wells is just like “sorry bud”
Finn backs Clarke up against the wall and she’s kinda tipsy at this point and trying to push him away and he’s leaning in and ohmygodthisisgonnaendhorribly and then
FINE STUD LEXA™ saves the day
Pulls Finn back by the collar of his shirt, dumps a glass of entirely too expensive champagne on his shirt
“What the hell, Woods!? This thing cost-”
“Piss off, Collins, go change before you embarrass yourself”
Finn just scowls and storms off, because Lexa Woods is untouchable. She’s the new CEO of her father’s extremely successful business, Trikru Inc., and is basically the golden child of the rich world rn
Clarke is too close to Lexa and she’s a thirsty ass hoe and still tipsy so she ends up flirting with her so much because who wouldn’t want a slice of Fine Stud Lexa™’s ass.
Lexa, of course, is the perfect gentlewoman, politely declines Clarke’s advances because she doesn’t want to take advantage of a lady, and they exchange numbers because “let me take you on a date when you’re fully sober, babygirl”
AND CLARKE SWOONS
Now every time Abby asks her to go to one of these events she checks to see if Lexa’s gonna be there first
(Clarke totally doesn’t seduce Lexa at a gala to raise money for the Boy Scouts of America)