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See that lady in the chair up there? Long story short: she’s more awesome than you, she’s more awesome than me, she’s more awesome than fried bacon Nutella, and she is more awesome than Florence Nightingale.

That lady is Mary Seacole, and this is a

Mary Seacole Appreciation Post

When the Crimean War broke out, Mary Seacole signed up as a nurse. Unfortunately, she was the daughter of a Scotsman and a Jamaican free woman in the Victorian British Empire, which meant she was treated with the kind of respect we reserve for shoplifters and murderers.
Well, actually, we still allow murderers and shoplifters to vote, so scratch that and let’s just say fuck Westminster and everyone in it in the 19th century. Except John Stuart Mill, John Stuart Mill was alright, but only because of Harriet Taylor.

Mary Seacole wants to go help out soldiers fighting for the government, the government gives her a big fat middle finger. What does Mary Seacole do? She says “fuck that noise” and goes to the Crimean Peninsula by her goddamn self.  When she gets to the war, she goes to see Florence Nightingale: “Hey, Florence, I want to make people stop dying.” Nightingale says, “no, you’re not white enough and you’ll probably run a brothel or something” and sends her off. So what does Mary Seacole do? She builds a hotel.
And I don’t mean, “she buys a shack someone left behind,” no, she builds a hotel, out of wood and iron scraps, on a motherfreaken battlefield, with the help of a few locals who aren’t dead yet. Take a couple of seconds to realize just how much of a badass you have to be to pull that off.

So, she’s got a hotel for British soldiers, all is fine and dandy, right? She’s safely away from the front-line serving tea to officers in her lovely little inn, right? Wrong! Every morning she makes like a gallon of food, loads it on donkeys and goes TOWARDS the explosions, because a bit of murderous artillery isn’t gonna stop  her being awesome. She spends basically the ENTIRE war getting shot at, bringing food to soldiers and dealing with bullet-wounds. And because she’s NOT a nurse or a British doctor, she understands that it’s a really good idea to wash her hands when dealing with sick people, and that keeping wounds clean is the no. 1 way of not putting ten tons of infection in them. Hell, while she’s out on the battlefield anyway, she even heals the ENEMY soldiers because a little bit of war isn’t a good enough reason to make her stop being the badassest lady for twelve million miles around.

Over where Nightingale is messing around, basically if you weren’t infected when you got in, you were GONNA be once you’d been there a while. Soldiers are croaking left and right and all around because they’re stuffed wall to wall and no-one knows how to spell the word “hygiene” yet. Not Nightingale’s fault, really, so much as all the stupid male doctors who didn’t understand how to listen to really smart Hungarians. You got shot in the Crimean, you wanted to go see Seacole. Cholera, yellow fever, dysentery? Seacole’s got your back. Hungry? Seacole makes, like, the BEST rice-pudding.

I want you to understand that when the Crimean War breaks out, Seacole is 48 years old. This at a time when people had a serious tendency to die before they were 30. It’s basically the equivalent of a 70-year old going to Afghanistan to help topple the Taliban!
And then, after the war is over, not only is she one of the last people to go home, she’s also dirt poor because she spent all her money buying food and medicine for the soldiers and when the war was over she had to sell it to the freaken Russians just to get the creditors off her back. Poor and outliving like 80% of the general population ALREADY, she goes home to live another 25 years, as if she had yet to prove how much tougher she was than absolutely everybody else alive on the planet.

She’s impoverished, old and living in a society that mostly hates her for reflecting slightly less sunlight than they do, so what does she spend her time doing? Raising funds for charity. Like, obviously! Then, in 1857, the Indian Rebellion breaks out and people start dying again. At this point Seacole has spent over 3 years in war and poverty, basically having a footrace with Death, but the first damn thing she does is try and go to India to help people out. It takes the freaken Secretary of War to get her to stay home.

In 1881, Seacole dies at 76, and for the next 100 years, all anyone can talk about is how awesome Florence Nightingale was. It’s not until now in the 21st freaken century that anyone is particularly bothering to remember the single most awesome Scottish-Jamaican super-nurse ever, or include her in textbooks and history-classes. My point is this: let’s remember her on Tumblr.

"I have witnessed her devotion and her courage … and I trust that England will never forget one who has nursed her sick, who sought out her wounded to aid and succour them and who performed the last offices for some of her illustrious dead."—William Howard Russel, one of the first modern war-correspondents. 

Gender Equality?

I watched the Borderlands Pre-Sequel trailers yesterday and enjoyed the humour.  If I had money I would buy the game.  One of the more serious claims that was made seemed a bit off to me though, and I’m sure that the 2K studios aren’t the only ones in the games industry who make it.  

Of the four playable characters in this third Borderlands game, two are female, one is male and the fourth is a robot with a male voice.  He’s the geek of the four.  The claim of ‘Gender Equality’ is made by loud-talking Torgue who co-narrates this specific trailer.  Is it, though?  The two female characters are quite attractive and although they could conceivably be WAY more sexualised, they are undoubtedly sexy.  They’re definitely adults, they’re slim and fairly well covered by clothes.  All good things, sure.  No wrinkles on the faces though, no saggy bellies or obvious physical disfigurements.  Many of the male characters get these things, but of all the female characters that I can think of from the Borderlands games, only one was outside the stereotypically attractive box, and she was so grande that even Starbucks would have trouble thinking up an adjective to suit!

Meanwhile, the male-voiced, male-persona-ed robot is joined by a past-middle-aged male with massive musculature and cybernetic implants.  He’s more grizzled than a pan of bacon, which I suppose makes him fairly attractive, but not in a traditional way!

Is this gender equality?  For voice casting purposes, perhaps.  For changing how we all view the role of women in the world, if not just in our games?  No.  No, it’s not.

Is Andrew Lawrence misanthropic?

From Andrew Lawrence’s BBC Radio 4 comedy show ‘What To Do If You’re Not Like Everybody Else’

"Don’t misunderstand me.  I don’t want you to think I’m misanthropic.  Every review I get, it says "Andrew Lawrence is misanthropic".  It hurts my feelings.  If I get another review telling me I’m misanthropic I’m going to snap.  

If you’re the reviewer who writes that review I’m going to track you down wherever you are, with a paper copy of that review, I’m going to feed it to you in pieces, sit and wait while the paper pieces of your review travel through your digestive system, you expel them through your anus and I’m going to make you eat them again.  We’re going to repeat that process over and over until all my anger subsides.  We may need to do it ten times, we may need to do it two hundred times.  You may be eating the fecal remains of your crass opinions for the rest of your natural life.  If that’s what it takes to gain me a little bit of catharsis, that’s the way it’s gonna be.  I’m not misanthropic: I’m a people person!”

oatmeal:

Read the rest of the comic here:  Christopher Columbus was awful (but this other guy was not)  

History in action!  History is no static thing, but a roiling kaleidoscope, always turning as we try to work out what the hell we’re looking at!  I love Mr Oatmeal’s work.  Although some are not so keen on his conclusions in this mini-essay, his process and motivations are reason enough to embrace his ideas.

Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

With the lastname "longobardi" how big do you think my dick would be?

10bullets:

I’m more worried about that being your last name than how big your dick is

Anyone who thinks that it’s okay to Anonymously ask something about their dick is 100% dick, entirely constituted of ridiculous penis.  

If you know somebody whose last name is Longobardi and they happen to have a penis, slap them (better safe than sorry).

I love that Jennifer Lawrence has spoken publicly and has put the blame squarely on the people who shared and looked.  Our society’s values have to change drastically.

kateoplis:

"Just because I’m a public figure, just because I’m an actress, does not mean that I asked for this…It does not mean that it comes with the territory. It’s my body, and it should be my choice, and the fact that it is not my choice is absolutely disgusting. I can’t believe that we even live in that kind of world."

"I started to write an apology, but I don’t have anything to say I’m sorry for…I was in a loving, healthy, great relationship for four years. It was long distance, and either your boyfriend is going to look at porn or he’s going to look at you."

"It is not a scandal. It is a sex crime. It is a sexual violation. It’s disgusting. The law needs to be changed, and we need to change."

Jennifer Lawrence | VF

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Works in progress: with 1st, 2nd and 3rd colours applied!
= Possibly the funkiest kitchen furniture ever created!  These are some second-hand and reclaimed chairs (table to be painted at a later date) that my wife and I have sanded and re-sprayed in four gorgeous colours.  The chairs have been released into their natural habitat - our dining space - and can be seen gambolling delightedly at all hours.  
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Works in progress: with 1st, 2nd and 3rd colours applied!
= Possibly the funkiest kitchen furniture ever created!  These are some second-hand and reclaimed chairs (table to be painted at a later date) that my wife and I have sanded and re-sprayed in four gorgeous colours.  The chairs have been released into their natural habitat - our dining space - and can be seen gambolling delightedly at all hours.  
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Works in progress: with 1st, 2nd and 3rd colours applied!

= Possibly the funkiest kitchen furniture ever created!  These are some second-hand and reclaimed chairs (table to be painted at a later date) that my wife and I have sanded and re-sprayed in four gorgeous colours.  The chairs have been released into their natural habitat - our dining space - and can be seen gambolling delightedly at all hours.  

The Economist Apologizes

kohenari:

It turns out you might need to apologize when you write something like this about slavery:

Slaves were valuable property, and much harder and, thanks to the decline in supply from Africa, costlier to replace than, say, the Irish peasants that the iron-masters imported into south Wales in the 19th century. Slave owners surely had a vested interest in keeping their “hands” ever fitter and stronger to pick more cotton. Some of the rise in productivity could have come from better treatment. Unlike Mr Thomas, Mr Baptist has not written an objective history of slavery. Almost all the blacks in his book are victims, almost all the whites villains. This is not history; it is advocacy.

So, here’s the apology from the Economist:

In our review of “The Half Has Never Been Told: Slavery and the Making of American Capitalism” by Edward Baptist, we said: “Mr Baptist has not written an objective history of slavery. Almost all the blacks in his book are victims, almost all the whites villains.” There has been widespread criticism of this, and rightly so. Slavery was an evil system, in which the great majority of victims were blacks, and the great majority of whites involved in slavery were willing participants and beneficiaries of that evil. We regret having published this and apologise for having done so. We are therefore withdrawing the review but in the interests of transparency, anybody who wants to see the withdrawn review can click here.

It’s a good apology. It doesn’t offer excuses and try to suggest that people who were offended made some sort of mistake. It’s short and to the point.

And it’s also, I think, a good reminder for people who insist that objectivity somehow involves telling the story of the potential upside of world-historical crimes like slavery or genocide.

There is no upside. Don’t go looking for one. You won’t find it.

A good point simply made.   

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