I sang the “mr sand man/man me a sand” to my bf while he sang the normal version and his reaction (in typical cat owner fashion) was “LOVE!!!” As if he was scolding one of his cats and not listening to his girlfriend (me) sing a meme parody of a song he likes
mr sandman was playing in this gas station and the cashier and i both sang “man me a sand” at the same fucking time without hesitation
Y'all every day I lose my sanity a little more
I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say
I have a weird anxiety at the idea of one of my followers being one of my future roommates at the university I’ll be attending
Falling in love with my boyfriend all over again as he sings my way by Frank Sinastra
thinking about how in why we build the wall from hadestown, the workers under influence, or rather as extensions of hades, one hive mind lost of individuality, sing about how the wall that they’re building keeps out the enemy (poverty) because the enemy is after their work.
“The enemy is poverty, and the wall keeps out the enemy.”
the work in question however, is the building of the wall.
“What do we have that they should want? We have a wall to work upon. We have work and they have none.”
now, hades says it himself:
“And our work is never done, my children, my children.”
and that’s what capitalism does, or rather, is. it’s a vicious cycle that relies on the fear of poverty, poverty created by capitalism itself, to keep functioning. it thrives on exclusion and fear mongering. and that’s why, in hadestown, what sets the riot in motion is love, expressed through song. if capitalism blooms when watered by hatred of anything other, anything that is not created by capitalism itself, then it is beyond important to keep the parts of ourselves and our communities that have not been touched by that hatred, such as love or music or art or writing or speech or alive. by doing that in the world we live in now, we keep hope alive of the world we dream about.
I find it extremely strange how men will complain about the draft and women not taking high risk jobs but if anything they should be blaming other men or their ancestors for this since it was men who decided women couldn't join the work force or the military
Please reblog this so that I can get a bigger sample size, but DO NOT include anything in the tags about the results, as that could influence other responses
Something I have trouble with as an autistic woman is knowing whether or not I'm friends with someone unless I ask them and even then I question it
For example a teacher told us that we could work with friends for an assignment and I had to ask someone I considered a friend if we were friends before I asked him to work with me on the project