a headline from the gay alternative no. 5, 1973
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A whole nation would go gay for me.
BEEAAANNSSS
anyone else have that classic middle school experience™ where you lost a nice pen and you saw someone else using it a day later and they’d never used it before so you asked them where they got their pen and they hesitated but then they said “from my house” and you didn’t have any evidence so you couldn’t accuse them of stealing it from you but you always knew deep down
I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose… Rapture.
“In the spring of 1940, when the Nazis overran France from the north, much of its Jewish population tried to escape the country towards the south. In order to cross the border, they needed visas to Spain and Portugal, and together with a flood of other refugees, tens of thousands of Jews besieged the Portuguese consulate in Bordeaux in a desperate attempt to get that life-saving piece of paper. The Portuguese government forbade its consuls in France to issue visas without prior approval from the Foreign Ministry, but the consul in Bordeaux, Aristides de Sousa Mendes, decided to disregard the order, throwing to the wind a thirty-year diplomatic career. As Nazi tanks were closing in on Bordeaux, Sousa Mendes and his team worked around the clock for ten days and nights, barely stopping to sleep, just issuing visas and stamping pieces of paper. Sousa Mendes issued thousands of visas before collapsing from exhaustion.
The Portuguese government—which had little desire to accept any of these refugees—sent agents to escort the disobedient consul back home, and fired him from the foreign office. Yet officials who cared little for the plight of human beings nevertheless had a deep reverence for documents, and the visas Sousa Mendes issued against orders were respected by French, Spanish and Portuguese bureaucrats alike, spiriting up to 30,000 people out of the Nazi death trap. Sousa Mendes, armed with little more than a rubber stamp, was responsible for the largest rescue operation by a single individual during the Holocaust.”
—Homo Deus: A Brief History of Tomorrow by Yuval Noah Harari
This is a good reminder right now.
Me: I only do *insert list of unhealthy coping mechanisms here* when I’m sad.
Someone: But you’re always doing at least one of those.
Me: *finger guns*
“Babies only cry if they are hungry, need changing, or need to be picked up”
Lies
Babies (and small children) also cry for reasons such as:
1. “I am tired and that makes me angry”
2. “I scared myself with a fart”
3. “You are the wrong parent”
4. “I ran into something with my face”
5. “I’m facing the opposite direction then the one I want to”
6. “I fell asleep in one place and woke up somewhere completely different”
7. “I am a very small person in a very big world”
8. “I got scared because YOU farted”
Babies have more then 3 states of being and sometimes you just have to hold them and bounce them gently while saying solemnly “yes it is very hard to be a baby” because frankly it is
you have to remember that when you’re that tiny… pretty much any bad thing that happens to you is LITERALLY the WORST thing that has ever happened in your life. they have no perspective. everything is awful. help them
#everything is happening for the first time and they cant even google it
also, until 9-12 months they don’t have object permanence. Which basically means that if they can’t see something, it automatically ceases to exist to their minds. Now imagine you’re a baby and your mom (source of all your needs and comfort) walks out of the room. They are GONE FOREVER to your tiny undeveloped brain and it is a TRAGEDY so yeah, you’re gonna cry. It really is so hard to be a baby.
They don’t even have depth perception until like 5mo old, so just imagine that on top of everything.
Beautifuldifferences 