And it’s two women who posit this with much in terms of circumstantial evidence.
I came to this article via a round about clicking of links on various other sites; I think this is logical and believable.
My major issue with patriarchy is that men do not police themselves when it comes to abusive behavior toward their women. I would be perfectly happy to have been a home maker had things turned out differently for me. I was not happy to be abused and taken advantage of when I was, however. If other men had come to my (then) husband and confronted him about his behavior, forcing him to behave in a more loving and respectful manner to the mother of his children, things might have turned out very differently. For all of us.
ETA I’m including a link regarding this very subject to a post I wrote several years ago
If data about us, ourselves, does not belong to us absolutely, then we are all slaves. Permanently. With no option for buyout.
I have a kitten. I didn’t plan to get one. We already have two cats. But life has a way of forcing change on one.
I was on my way home at sunset. I was driving along in the left lane at approximately 65 mph and an SUV was in the outside lane maybe 100 feet ahead of me. I saw a lump in the outside lane and about five seconds before the SUV ran over it, I realized it was a kitten. So my OhShit quickly turned into an OhGod. I pulled over into the median as soon as I could without locking up and walked back to the kitten. It was just crouched in the road, exactly where it had been both before and after it got hit. It was moving its head so I knew it was still alive but I thought for sure I was rescuing it simply to take it to have it euthanized. Its mouth was open, there was blood on the mouth, and it was panting, and it’s eyes were huge. I figured it either was paralyzed or had a head injury. I scooped it up and went back to my car where I turned around and headed back to town, calling my husband to find out where the nearest animal hospital that was still open was. Surprise, the kitten wasn’t paralyzed, it tried to crawl under the seat. I scooped him up and held him while driving.
I took him to the animal hospital my husband said was still open, and when I walked in and told them the story they immediately took it back to have the vet take a look. She brought it back and said it was stable for the moment and she would get us into a room ASAP. She asked if I had a name for it and I said “I don’t know, speed bump?”
To make a long story short, amazingly enough, he is basically uninjured except for an abrasion to his ear and a large hematoma to his cheek. He also apparently got skunked at some point too which I didn’t even realize was coming from him until the vet tech mentioned it.
So. His name is tentatively Magni. Full of might. Cuz damn it takes some might to survive a skunk AND getting tagged by a car and only end up with some bad perfume and a fat lip.
I’ve been struggling with accepting some of my ancestors. I’ve been very very angry since I discovered their existence. They were, in fact, stereotypically evil in today’s standards. They also benefitted GREATLY from their evil. Like as in stupid rich. And when one branch of the family broke off from them, the branch I descend from, the money went *poof* because living a life of hard ethical work is much more difficult.
This is good advice. I wouldn’t be here without them.
via Ancestor Wisdom – QOTD
The body language of Abe and Trump say it all….not open to discussion.
via G7 Negotiates Tariffs….
Odin and Loki are two sides of the same coin.
You can choose the path of pain, and growth, by choosing the path of Odin.
You can have it forced upon you, without being able to have any control in the process, by choosing to remain stagnant. And by doing so, offering yourself to Loki.
Either way, there is pain. And growth. But in one you are an active participant. And in one you are the victim.