THERE IS A TERRIBLE T.A. IN THIS TV SHOW I AM WATCHING AND IT IS MAKING ME FURIOUS. That is not how you teach, fictional person!!!
STUDENT: “I don’t understand my grade on this paper. […]If you graded it, what was wrong with it?”
T.A. (preoccupied, getting ready to leave): “Uh, it sucked.”
Then, later, after the T.A. deigns to explain that the paper wasn’t crafted well, he says, “You don’t want to work any harder than this piece of shit, I suggest you find yourself another course.”
I know that for narrative purposes this T.A. is supposed to seem ~*tough*~ and like he’s raising the bar in terms of expectations and the character who wrote the paper is supposed to seem alienated, but IDC, bad teaching!!!!!!!!
(ETA: whoa someone on this TV show just said the words “hood rat attitude,” no, no, fictional white middle class people, other than being fictional I am one of you, what are you doing???? please someone tell me that Ivy League universities aren’t really like this! I went to state school! most of our classism was the silent-though-equally-horrible kind!!!!!)
Daniel Radcliffe wrote a thank you note and then some to the Dublin minor football team he partied with in 2012 x
DanRad has the weirdest handwriting in the world, what the fuck even. It looks like he was writing this note while on a airplane that was experiencing heavy turbulence.
(Also yeah he seems like a great guy, but wtf handwriting seriously. Is it because he spent lots of formative years writing with a quill and now ballpoints bewilder him?)
I’m 99% sure that I read somewhere that DanRad has mild dyspraxia, which probably affects his fine motor coordination?
another post about feelings
so when you’re sad, you become a personality-less version of yourself––like there’s a black hole in your center that keeps sucking the brightest parts of you down, so you’re faded and strangely proportioned, distant.
but when you’re NOT SAD, the black hole reverses into the star it used to be until you are too much, you’re exploding at the seams with a hundred thousand futures and the need to gasp after them all at once, and you know it’s not sustainable but who cares? you’re a supernova.
and I mean - you have to fight it. it is exhausting but you have to figure it out. you fake it, you shake it, you get things done either way, because you have to, because otherwise you won’t have a place to live or food to eat or, it turns out, people who love you. it is too hard to love a black hole or a supernova. people want to love people, who are soft, who have bones and lungs and teeth, who they can touch.
you cannot touch a star in any form. it will eat you up. it will burn you out.
FURTHER LIFE GOAL: GET A HOUSE KEY TO USE WHILE LIVING WITH MY PARENTS.
I have never actually had a house key to my parents’ house, even in high school? Which in retrospect is maybe a little weird. And now because my parents go to bed at like 9PM that severely limits when and how I can come home without being a jerk, since otherwise my mom has to stay up and let me in. But I am 23! I haven’t lived with my parents for five years! I should be allowed to have a house key, right? This is not an unreasonable thing.
OKAY. GOAL SET.
P.S. Cross your fingers ONE OF MY PARENTS MIGHT BE GETTING A JOB hallelujah hallelujah maybe they’ll get on better health insurance again!!! Medicaid is great but also it kind of sucks!!!!!
Here’s the thing about happiness: right, my happiness is inevitably intertwined with my sadness because that is what happens when your brain isn’t good at regulating moods. And, like, I know that the good parts of my happiness are mixed up with bad parts, too––that I get irritable and impatient, my hands stop working, I say and do things I shouldn’t, I forget that this will end and I will run out of energy, I fall over or run into things, I am sometimes overwhelmed by vast and irrational waves of fury––but GOD that doesn’t stop the GOOD PARTS from FEELING SO GOOD.
If being sad is a weight hanging from my sternum that weighs the rest of me down and makes everything hurt, being happy is a bright, buzzing light in the center of my chest that aches like a well-used muscle and makes everything look beautiful.
take a deep breath.
one thing at a time.
now go to sleep.
I am starting to be a little regretful about leaving this goddamn country so here are some things I can look forward to in the USofA:
- being in the same time zone as most of my friends
- my parents’ cats and dogs
- only having to fill paperwork out in my native language
- stores being open on Sunday
- the Malaysian restaurant near my parents’ house
- not having to defend/decry the US on a regular basis
- not having to smile weakly at gross jokes because I don’t want to have That Conversation in French, nor alienate the few people my own age I’m actually kind of friends with
- living somewhere with things to do after 7PM, or at least a method of getting somewhere there are things to do after 7PM
- weird local beers and ciders
- feeling like I can actually speak French with any skill whatsoever
an important factual presentation by me
All the facts.
Cleopatra was Macedonian. Her ancestors came from Macedonia when Alexander the Great conquered Egypt. This was a very important event in world history that you should know about. Even Zahi Hawass, the foremost Egyptologist in the world and Egyptian himself, says Cleopatra was not Egyptian and he undoubtedly know more about it than you do.
Here are some images of busts of Cleopatra:
And here is an image of some Macedonian ladies doing ethnic Macedonian things in the Balkans, where they are from:
This is The Balkans, it’s in Eastern Europe. The former Macedonia is right there in the center of White People land:
I hope this post has helped cure some of your ignorance about history!
PS I left out the part about how Egyptian temple paintings and carvings were stylized and weren’t meant to actually look like the people portrayed but were more symbolic in nature because i didn’t think you could handle that much truth in one sitting.
That’s nice and all, but the country marked in red on the map is the MODERN-DAY REPUBLIC OF MACEDONIA, which is not the same as the modern region of Greece known as Macedonia and is absolutely not the same as ancient Macedonia. This is actually pretty important, since when Macedonia split off from the former Yugoslavia (…which is still on the map you used, by the way, even though it hasn’t existed in over twenty years and Serbia & Montenegro separated eight years ago) and chose to call themselves the Republic of Macedonia, Greece was furious and put up a big fight––a fight indicative of long-held ethnic and religious biases that continue to influence Balkan politics and the “legitimacy” of Balkan countries, whose residents are not, in fact, seen as “white”/”the correct kind of white” in many Western European countries.
I would like to add that, although some countries in the Balkans were part of the Eastern Bloc during USSR days, the region itself is almost never considered part of Eastern Europe, which has a very different ethnic and religious history.
Now, to your point: I would further contest that ancient Macedonia was ever in, as you called it, White People Land. Although “people of color” is a modern qualifier based on modern conceptions of race, it doesn’t negate that POC have always existed all over Europe. Their presence was especially strong in the Balkans, which, as you can see, is right near both Africa and Asia (minor). Trade was robust in that area of the world, and people moved along with goods.
Here’s a map of ancient Macedonia:
“ExpansionOfMacedon" by User:Megistias - Own work (data from R. Ginouvès and al., La Macédoine, Paris, 1992) (données basées sur E. Lévy, La Grèce au Ve siècle, Paris, 1995) Blank map from Image:Map greek sanctuaries-fr.svg.. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons.
PLEASE NOTE THAT IT INCLUDES SOME OF MODERN-DAY MACEDONIA BUT IS IN FACT QUITE A DIFFERENT BEAST.
I can tell that you do not actually care about the Balkans, hatey-mchaterson, nor their complicated racial, religious, and political history, but come on. If you’re going to be a nitpicker, at least get your nitpicking right.
And finally: WHO EVEN GIVES AN ACTUAL FUCK. Please cast women of color to play Cleopatra, one of literature and history’s strongest roles. Please stop erasing Egypt’s extremely complex history, which includes African, Arab, and––yes, sometimes, but far from only––European chapters.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art
Pretty sure these are in the wrong order:
Vous n’aurez [ja]mais d’amis plus sincère que je le suis.
You will never have a better, more sincere friend than I am.
Thanks, garters! Knew I could count on you!