Whenever you question what you’re putting out in the world, remember it’s all in who’s seeing it (via).
From 1943, here is a Department of War film about resisting the Nazi Party. (Just gonna ignore the fact that, 74 years and a literal world war later, this is relevant again.) The Atlantic has more on how this video resurfaced and spread.
From the narration:
“[The Nazis] knew they were not strong enough to conquer a unified country. So they split Germany into small groups. They used prejudice as a practical weapon to cripple the nation. […] We humans are not born with prejudices. They are made for us–made by someone who wants something. Remember that when you hear this kind of talk. Somebody’s going to get something out of it. And it isn’t going to be you.”
We haven’t had a Pinterest round up in a while. Let’s think deep thoughts.
I thought I had posted this in the long and awful lead up to the election last year, but a quick search doesn’t turn up anything. I know it’s a hard right from yesterday’s mob violence poem, but sometimes I remember WWTDLD (What Would the Dalai Lama Do?).
Happy Fourth. Enjoy my favorite take on patriotism:
One of these days I’m going to write about going from using no makeup to a full face at age 35. I talked about it a little here, but I think it does really boil down to feeling more confident.
It can seem really frivolous, though, to talk about “makeup is actually empowering! I’m totally not doing this for the male gaze!”–but this study about makeup purchase habits seems to back that up:
In a series of experiments, Netchaeva and Rees demonstrated that when women are concerned about money, whether due to a recession or their own circumstances, they use makeup to alleviate their worries “because through the use of makeup, women feel more confident in their ability to find a romantic partner and to get (or keep) a job,” said Netchaeva and Rees.
In one study, in which the researchers asked women to choose between two lipsticks, they branded one shade as both “Pouty Pink,” with a tagline “It may not get you your dream job, but it will get you your dream man,” and also “Professional Pink,” which claimed the opposite. Women concerned about money were significantly more likely to select Professional Pink. “Between the options of securing resources through getting a job or attracting a partner, women opt for the former,” Netchaeva and Rees wrote.
Here’s your life advice for the day: Don’t think about anything embarrassing or accidentally awful that you did for more than seven seconds. Why?
It’s the exact amount of time you need to remember the thing you said, cringe deeply, and then snuff it right out. Poof, gone forever. You know what seven seconds is too short for? Deciding you’re going to write a long apology email right now that will almost certainly embarrass everyone further. Because the thing is, you probably don’t need to do that. Again, sure, sometimes you need to clarify your actions. You’re dumb! We all are. But for the most part, no one is dwelling on the thing you’re dwelling on because they are too busy dwelling on their own personal queasiness they inflicted on someone else. And on and on forever, like a clammy line of dominoes straight to hell.
We’re getting a tree delivered today and for some reason, it feels like a Really Big Deal. I know my stress level is currently Very High so I’m extra-worried about everything, but seriously–is this how soon-to-be parents feel? Because I think a lot of the anxiety is the same:
- I’ve never had a tree before! How do you even take care of one?
- I won’t kill it, right?
- I can’t kill something this big.
- Holy shit, trees are expensive!
- What do trees even like?
- Is it going to get big and out of control?
- Will it be happy here?
- Is it going to arrive on time?
- Will it get hurt during delivery?
- Is the hole going to be big enough? (heheheh)
- Seriously, what if I kill it?!
- God, this sounds really hard. Should I even get a tree?
- But I can’t return it! It’s on the way!
There’s a lot of overlap between trees and children, is all I’m saying. But I’m sure it will work out fine. Maybe I’ll share some “baby” pictures tomorrow.
(See what I did with that post title?!)
When I bought my house I wanted new construction but also wanted to be in an established neighborhood. That meant an infill development, which meant a townhouse, which seemed ok to a timid first-time home buyer who didn’t have a lawnmower.
But it also meant an HOA, which has proven to be mildly annoying (shared sprinkler boxes, a treasurer who almost got our water shut off by not paying the bills, etc). And now it’s my turn to be on the HOA board, which means I inherited four piles of papers–with invoices from 2012, five copies of the HOA insurance policy, CC&R amendments, etc.– and have been slowly wrangling it into organized binders that can be passed on to the next member of the board and actually make sense:
We’re getting there. (There’s one more binder to go.) And special thanks to Doc and his willingness to call the city (the developer was still listed on most legal documents in the pile, even though they skipped town five years ago) and his help organizing all this. It’s a big job. But leaving all the papers unorganized would be, as my Dad says, “the easy way–but not the cowboy way.”
Sometimes the bastards do grind you down but then you re-discover McSweeney’s and find this gem: “Nevertheless, He Persisted: Tales of Masculine Perseverance.” A sample:
Robert Engle, 39, loved the arts. He had a favorite female novelist, a favorite female painter, a favorite female film director, and so on. When someone in his book club asked why he separately categorized art made by women, he didn’t know how to respond. But he persisted in doing so, nevertheless.