Le Corbusier [Charles-Édouard Jeanneret]
Bull III [Taureau III], 1953
Oil on canvas; 161.9 cm × 113.7 cm
Tate; acc. № N06224

Pragmatism is the conservative political philosophy of a man insufficiently above time while purism is the escapist political philosophy of a man insufficiently within it. Fascism is the political philosophy of the man who masters this conflict.

I really hate when Lucius and Narcissa are mischaracterized to seem like these horrible, inattentive, unloving, physically abusive psuedo-parents in fics. And all along I thought it was just because I like their characters and want to see them done justice, and because from a narrative POV, it’s kind of a lazy writing decision to pull in the first place.

But really, it’s because it robs Draco of agency.

Draco has inherited his more foul points (blood supremacy, his horribly spoiled manner, etc, but I’m going to specifically address the blood purism here) from his parents–they’ve raised him in such a way that he was never exposed to any other reality. 

But whenever I see fics that say he never believed any of it, that it was beaten into him, he’d be abused if he didn’t claim to feel that way, he didn’t think he’d be loved if he felt any differently—all bullshit, but on top of that, it robs his character of making the profound decision to actually change; the truth is, he DID believe it, and he DID hold by it, and doesn’t that make it all the more meaningful when his views and priorities shift?

The truth is, Draco WAS loved. Always. His physical wants and needs were always met, often without him ever needing to express said want or need. His early years were fairly decent, if a little lonely (except for his found friend in Theo Nott), but on the whole, privileged and cherished, Narcissa’s only boy, Lucius’ pride and joy and all that jazz.

His prejudices weren’t born of fear for himself, or of neglect, or any other ridiculous notion along those lines. Honestly, the only thing either Narcissa or Lucius ever loved more than their family/pride/lifestyle (lookin’ at you Lucius with your peacocks and 1000 year-old wine) is their son. No, Draco’s prejudice was simply born of prejudice, with nothing present in his environment to challenge it. 

And I feel like fanfic authors often give him some tragic excuse for ever thinking that way. That evil Lucius beat him until he hated mudbloods! He would be disowned! His parents never paid attention! They killed his dog! And in doing so they take away from the final result, of Draco having changed his views at all. Because it’s one thing to never have truly believed it at all, and a whole other to have only known it and then completely renounced it because you were wrong, and you know it now.

(note: not saying his initial views were his FAULT, although any time he acted on them and bullied a muggle-born for it it was. also it’s not relevant for his later years because the war really did change his views, at least to an extent)

anonymous asked:

The focus on becoming an independent adult in 'school' from an early age. Not being keen of using English words and having a preference for making words 'germanish'/coming up with German alternatives.

No and no, definitely not. Unfortunately. In school you learn basically nothing about what it means to become an independant adult. This is something that definitely should be changed.
And our language is full of Anglicisms and it’s gotten a lot worse over the past few years. I wish you were right in this regard, but linguistic purism is something at least younger people frown upon.

Amedee Ozenfant (1886‑1966) Glasses and Bottles (1922-6)   Ozenfant co-founded a style of painting known as purism, which applied the principles of classical proportion to products of the machine age. The fluting of the bottles in this painting recalls classical columns, and is echoed in the various neighbouring forms. These rhythmic relationships create a harmonious unity, which embodies Ozenfant’s belief that order gives rise to aesthetic experience. He wrote, ‘The highest delectation of the human mind is the perception of order, and the greatest human satisfaction is the feeling of collaboration or participation in this order’.