Have all the various *core aesthetics been deprecated by Debbie Downers yet? While some I found personally silly, I enjoyed the fact people were expressing themselves creatively.
There's another contributing theory that the large brim, pointy hats of the stereotypical witch closely followed the hat worn by alewives. Not the stinky fish that washes up on the shore, but women who were the brewing industry from medieval times until about the 18th century. These women would brew up batches of ale and beer at home, and then sell them come local market day. They wore the hats to stand out in a crowded market. Women ran brewing until it started to shift from a cottage industry towards industrializing, and the dude brewers started a whisper campaign to impugn the quality of the alewives' product. Alewives were also known for their herb knowledge, necessary for things like hopping beer or using germander if hops weren't available.
speaking as a Jew, i’m extra-super dubious of all that stuff that talks about cartoon witches being an antisemitic stereotype. I can get where the thing with the nose is coming from, but the claims about the hats are based on flimsy claims that require a lot of mental reaching. The hats that Jews were forced to wear were not a universal thing, and I’ve yet to see any evidence that they were part of the cultural consciousness by the time the image of the pointy-hatted witch became common.
I wonder if this is the replacement for the ACES suit. Time to look things up!
Another event in rural life: going into town. Nearest store is a convenience store, with minimal food, drinks and cigarettes, and that's almost two miles away. Nearest grocery is almost 18 miles away, and they charge mountain tax (more expensive because they're the only game around). Going into town is a 45 minute drive, one way, and you group all your errands so as to save gas.
Today was 11 different errands, from securing a new V belt for the mower, to medical issues, to a grocery pickup. Nine hours later, and we're done. I'm exhausted, grimy, sweaty, and there's still food to put away.
So found another bit of hilarious irony in the universe.
FORHERS: a website dedicated to women's health, offering psych meds for depression and anxiety, contact with mental health resources, prescription skin medication, and birth control options
HIMS: A website with boner pills and hair replacement.
They went with something even more groovy...the Guns-a-gogo project ACH-47. It was a conversion from the regular cargo model where they stripped out all but 5 seats and the lifting winch, added over a ton of armor, fire suppression system, cross engine fuel transfer/cutoff, an intercom system and all the guns. Intended to clear LZs, they worked in pairs with rockets, 20mm cannons and 40mm automatic grenade launchers.
Weapons engineers were better when they dropped acid and did coke. Behold the 105mm Huey. In the 60’s Rock Island Arsenal wanted to modify UH1s to carry a 105mm howitzer with a box magazine.
Gojira at the Olympics put up the Bat Signal for culture vultures that forgot metal music exists. Well, that'll because they have the retention of a goldfish, but that's beside the point. Happened recently before that with Stranger Things and Master of Puppets. This irks me as apparently it's enough to attract their attention, and they're stirring as evidenced by their objections to Gojira's lyrical content and then the subsequent turn onto Cannibal Corpse.
First off, lemme say "get bent tourist" and get that out of the way.
Secondly, Cannibal Corpse has been around since 1988. They're a horror movie with growled vocals and blast beats. They were in Ace Ventura:Pet Detective with the original vocalist. They're not just going to up and go away because some noob wieners start flinging words like problematic around.
That's the wonderful thing about metal, all the weird little sub genres. If bands like Cannibal Corpse, Ghoul, Circle of Dead Children or Dying Fetus are worrisome to you, you can go bugger off and listen to DragonForce elsewhere. Don't harsh another metalhead's mellow, maaaaaan.
I love the lanyard.
Boatswain’s call - Bosun’s call with sailor-macraméd lanyard, 19th century
Moonshine. White lightning. Corn liquor. Local squeezins. This is still a going thing here in the mountains. Stills and knowledge are passed down through generations, with a special pride taken in their batches. And usually they'll offer a couple of flavors: there's the regular burning sensation or you can get a burning sensation with a fruity aftertaste.
It degreases car parts, cleans up paint, lights up rooms in lanterns, and helps you forget about your troubles for a time. Store bought "shine" is nothing close.
Through my actions, I both embody and seek Slack. Therefore, my life journey is to find myself.
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