none of yall know what propaganda actually is, do you?

this is legitimately the absolute funniest thing anyone has ever added to one of my posts, thank you for your service

I found out recently that at a time of his life when Tolstoy was in a slump and had stopped writing & earning money, his wife Sophia borrowed money from her mum to start her own publishing office and publish editions of his works—and in order to figure out how publishing worked, she travelled to St Petersburg to ask Anna Dostoyevsky for advice, as Anna had also spent the past 14 years planning the editions of her husband’s work, correcting proofs, placing ads in papers, battling official censors, etc. It reminded me of this post about women writers supporting each other—so many links between women in history that we never hear about. Someone please write a book about the wives of all the great male writers…

(In previous years Sophia, while giving birth to Tolstoy’s 13 children and raising them and managing his estate (he was a count) pretty much on her own, also wrote the clean copies of all of his manuscripts out of his nearly illegible drafts—the final draft of War and Peace was 3,000 pages and she copied it seven times, correcting spelling and grammar and offering key suggestions and critiques of the plot; for example explaining to him that people would be more interested in the social or romantic plots, the human aspects, than in the minutiae of the battles and war strategy plots. A few months before his death, Tolstoy named a male friend the executor of his literary estate rather than his wife, who had been doing this thankless job since she was 19, and gave to the public domain all the copyrights to his works that Sophia had previously owned (for her publishing company). She wrote in her diary “Now I am cast aside as of no further use, although I am, nevertheless, expected to do impossible things.”)

Also I shouldn’t be surprised (but I am) at just how many “great male writers” read their wife’s (or female relatives’) diaries and drew a lot of inspiration from them, stealing ideas or even sometimes entire sentences / paragraphs / poems out of them. This is such a recurrent pattern. There’s Tolstoy (who read Sophia’s diaries and also asked her, when she was 17, to show him a short story she’d written, gave it back to her the next day saying he’d barely glanced at it, when he actually wrote in his diary “What force of truth and simplicity!” and used the story as the embryo for the Rostov family in War and Peace), but also William Wordsworth who read his sister Dorothy’s journal and drew a lot from it, and F. Scott Fitzgerald of course. When Zelda was still young a magazine editor offered to publish parts of her journals, and her husband (of 5 months!) said he couldn’t allow it because he drew a lot of inspiration from them and planned on using parts of them in his future novels and short stories. There’s also French novelist Raymond Radiguet who stole his female lover’s diary to write his novel The Devil in the Flesh, and was lauded by fellow male writers & critics for his brilliant insights into a woman’s mind. Which had been copy/pasted from this woman’s diary. [Also, while he didn’t read it until after her death, Henry James’s sister Alice mentions in her diary that he “embedded in his pages many pearls fallen from my lips, which he steals in the most unblushing way, saying, simply, that he knew they had been said by the family, so it did not matter.”] I really love reading women’s journals, and when they were married to a famous writer, you wouldn’t believe how often the person who edited them mentions in the introduction “if some passages sound familiar it’s because her husband was reading her diary and ~getting inspired” ie plagiarising although the term technically doesn’t apply because every word his wife wrote and idea she had was legally his property (just like she was).

It makes me feel so bitter to contrast what women do—decades of unpaid, unacknowledged work to proofread, copy, publish, preserve from censorship, improve, develop and promote their husband’s writing—with what men do—openly steal ideas and whole sentences from their wife’s writing while forcing her to give birth to 13 children that she didn’t want and he doesn’t help raise.

THANK YOU FOR SAYING ALL OF THIS. Can I also bring up the fact that Fitzgerald took  “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” directly from Zelda’s journal. And it’s also basically his most famous quote, considered one of the most brilliant closing lines in literature and it was wrote by his wife who he more or less abandoned in a mental institution. Everything like this is so important to know. Some of you might think “Well who cares? Who cares who wrote it?” and perhaps you’re correct in believing that to a certain extent, but these women and any other person whose genius has been shadowed and beaten back deserve to be acknowledged for their own brilliance. They have made their own contributions to humanity.

Queer Eye, S4E3

2015 (left): “We did it!?“ 2019 (right): “Fuck yeah motherfuckers we run this shit.”

I was high off my ass last night and had this dream where I was in this dense ass forest and sitting there was a tall woman. She was so tall I couldn’t see her face but she was wearing gold and I was like “uh...hi?” And she said “I made you, do you know that?” And I nodded and she was like “I hear your thoughts. Why do you hate my creation? Why do you try to destroy yourself? I made you perfect as you are. Please don’t break my heart”. Then she started crying and it flooded and I woke up with fucking heart palpitations like what does it Mean™️????

if ……. if a demon wore heelies on consecrated ground, would it still burn them

imagine a demon heelying down a church aisle drunk on power like “smite THIS, god!!!!” right before plowing fullspeed into the communion table.

Yes. Can I identify the snail? Because I will find the snail, pick it up with tongs and gloves, put it in a box, get on a boat, and drop it into the Pacific Ocean. It may not die, but if it gets back to me from there, it sure as hell deserves its reward.

the text says the snail’s goal is to find you, not touch/kill you. can you just, like. put the snail in a nice terrarium and enjoy life with an immortal pet snail and $10 million?

And suppose the snail *does* catch up with me and touch me and I die. I’ve still taken care of my family and friends for the forseeable future. Worth it.

everyone feels robbed of ideal teenage years that don’t really exist 

The story of Cats is that in the 1930s, the famous poet T.S. Eliot wrote a book of cutesy little cat-themed poems for his godchildren

And then 40 years later, Andrew Lloyd Webber found a lost cat poem that T.S. Eliot had cut from the cat book for being too sad for children, and ALW was like "woahhh. A cat....that's sad. That's deep, man. I wanna make a musical out of this"

So the producer assigned to the project was like "okay, I guess you could maybe read these cat poems as a satire of 1930s British society? We could probably do something sort of interesting with that, I'm thinking a cast of about 5 and--"

And ALW was like "no. Forget the satire. Also I want a cast of dozens and the most advanced special effects technology ever seen on stage. I've taken out a second mortgage on my house to fund this"

And the producer was like "wh-- you-- wh-- do you even have. a plot"

So ALW got a bunch of actors and writers and artists together and they holed up and did cocaine workshopped for 5 weeks, and at the end of it they emerged and said "the plot is that a bunch of cats are having a dance contest for the right to take a ufo to cat heaven :)"

and then it made 2 billion dollars.

TBT: That time in 2002 when hundreds of Australians rolled up on the Woomera refugee internment camp in the middle of the desert, tore the fences and walls down, and helped the refugees imprisoned there escape.  Details.

THEYRE SO FUNNY FHDODHSKDHDJFH

priorites

now that ive had my identity stolen i feel like a Real Adult

did i forget to mention it was my boss from claires and sallys that did this. the police called her and she played dumb for a minute before confessing. so at least i dont have to fight it lol

“Got my identity stolen at Claire’s” is something you’d expect from a shitpost and yet

The Order Finale Spoilers

So, at the very end of the season 1 finale we see all of the wolves getting their memory wiped. I had hoped that we would get to see the order and knights working together, but of course the order didn’t feel keen on that and had to mess everything up. The consequences of werewolves forgetting that they are wolves be damned.

Anyways, we also see that Jack has forgotten EVERYTHING. We don’t know for sure, but I bet that he is the only one missing his entire memory, and here’s why:

The Order has no reason to erase the entire memory of the people’s lives, and they usually just erase memories of the order when someone drops out. I bet that is what they meant to do to the knights, a command of something like “forget everything to do with the order” or “rewrite memories since discovering the order.” This has to suck for Hamish who has fought the order for 8 years. We will have to wait until next season to see how much of that time was lost or just really messed up in his head.

Now, why is Jack so messed up when he just recently became a werewolf? Well, the Order is intricately tied to his identity and he has known about it most of his life from his grandfather. All of his motivations since a child have been about infiltrating the Order and avenging his mom. The memory spell has to go DEEP to erase all of the plans to get into the Order and the talk about his dad, who is in the order and definitely needed erased. Alyssa probably thought she was just erasing a few months of Jack’s life, but his whole life has revolved around the order so it all had to go.

hi the fact that jack’s grandfather is awful/abusive and jack stands by him because he’s supposed to love him isn’t bad writing. it’s actually incredibly accurate to how our generation is treated by past generations and how we’re told that our parents can do whatever to us since they’re our parents. jack’s grandpa is an ass who abuses him because he can because he’s superior and if i has a dollar for every adult that i know who acts like that, i would be able to move away from every adults that i know who acts like that.