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A: Why is your baby so happy and well behaved? I’ve tried everything with mine!
Baby A: shriiieeeeek!!!
B: I just listen to them.
Baby B: happy cooing – Anon Guest
Parenting classes did not exist, once. People were expected to pick up parenting from their own parents. This was not always the best model. Child psychology and psychology in general began with one simple step: listening. The instant people began to learn that their infants attempt communication from birth, is the instant things change for the better.
Of course, like most things, it was not a universal nor an overnight change. There were many who thought it was some neohippy nonsense. Many of them were hostile. Some… were desperate enough to consider the results. There were scenes similar all over the world, but this one occurred in a waiting room with overworked understaff in attendance.
In such a room, one baby cries because they are bored. Then ten more babies cry because one baby is crying. Keeping them quiet is exasperating for everyone. The babies are stressed. The mothers are anxious because their babies were crying and they might look like bad mothers because of it. The few staff present were stressed because there wasn’t enough of them to go around and the room was full of crying babies.
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do you want to know something?? I always wondered what the hell kind of hairstyle the Ancient Egyptians were trying to portray with depictions like these
and this
until I did my hair this morning and
oh
welp
you can take the noses off our statues but until you find a way to take Egypt out of Africa we’re still going to find ourselves
I’m reblogging this post without all the salty, racist commentary because I’m sick of looking at it. please spread this around again in its pure form for posterity.
What’s funny is that white people thought they were hats/crowns 😂
And here’s some pictures of the Afar people, who still live on the horn of Africa today.
Cool, huh?
Beautiful
People thought it was Hats and Crowns? How could they not see hair?
The same reason archaeologists, upon finding a woman’s skeleton in the grave of a famous Roman gladiator, immediately wondered where the gladiator’s skeleton was: Old Straight White Man™ brand denial.
Same way they denied the Really Gay Egyptian Tomb, too. It’s kind of a Thing.
This post is amazing, I’m so glad it exists. I have learned.
“Wait. What? A high school English class is your greatest enemy?”
“Sit down and I’ll tell you a tale,” said Miss Evans, dedicated megalomaniac. “A tale most horrifying. A tale about the biggest group of irreverent, foul-mouthed, foul-minded punsters that have ever breathed.”
Loqui was already feeling trepidatious. “Are you sure you have to? I’m a smart enough minion to get that picture wholesale.”
It’s easy to be angry at something that you don’t understand. Many chose the easy path. Screaming, yelling, or firing weapons at the unfamiliar lights in the sky. Many were hit by falling projectiles. A few died. Some called it the Reckoning, and said it was an indicator of their God’s wrath for sins real, imagined, or impossible.
Some stared, stunned, not knowing what it was they saw. And when the power went back on, and the night sky returned to its familiar black under the glare of the city lights, they went back indoors and swallowed what the media told them. Hook, line, and sinker.
But a few. A rare and precious few. Wondered. They wondered, What was that? and, How did it happen? and, Why did a power failure cause it? The news reports said it was a terrorist act, but never explained how it was done or what had been used or even what the message was besides, “A message of hate.”
With every great rise of knowledge and understanding, there is an equal and opposite fall into wilful ignorance. This is one of those latter, dark ages. The last planetarium was closing forever. She was to confess her crimes before her execution. Because the new administration did not appreciate science in any form. Obedience was key, and Aelria was highly disobedient.
Tonight, she was not sleeping. Tonight, she was hacking the municipal power board. So that the city’s power would fail at the appointed time. The time she was about due to die. Aelria was careful. Instead of an entire power failure, the city would keep all emergency services. Hospitals and emergency services would keep running, but for two hours, the city would go dark.
Tomorrow… she would die. Quickly, and cleanly, and to the cheers of thousands who didn’t know who she was or why she was a heretic against the current order. Some would hear her last words, but she would be forgotten inside of a week. A rare few would remember, though. But all would feel the impact of what she had done.
This is how bullying goes: (1) Pick someone who stands out from the norm. (2) Humiliate them in some manner. (3) Make certain everyone knows that they’re humiliated. (4) Never let them forget this humiliation. It is a complete mystery what this is meant to accomplish, but there are some sad individuals who climb the social ladder by stepping on other’s fingers.
This is aided and abetted by adults who don’t understand how micro-aggressions work, and further single out the bullied by defending the bully-er. Or at least it was.
The child glaring at him was one of Natures Mean Girls. They never had a hurdle bigger than what to wear and believed firmly in fitting the mould society had made for her. In this case, it was being perfectly pretty and singling out everyone who wasn’t for some daily haranguing. She was seven, and already knew how to perfectly contour her face. “This isn’t fair,” she complained. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”
Shayde had started another side business. The facade declared it to be Armpit Theatre Entertainment. And a placard on one of the windows proudly proclaimed, We show the worst that humanity has to offer! Closer inspection revealed a subtitle to that which read, Yelling at the screen is encouraged if you are funny.
Was this one of her jokes on the rest of civilisation? Or was she making good on her promise of educating civilisation on the difference between ‘good’ and 'famous’? Either way, it was going to involve a briefing with Sherlock, so he decided to just go up and ask what the flakk she was up to and make a judgement call as to whether it would explode, and how soon.
Shayde had a knack for creating trouble, even when she was ostensibly attempting to avoid it. She noticed his stern face and this-better-not-be-trouble walk and said, “This is an educational initiative, I swear.”
“There’s food all around us,” said their nature guide. Teaching these wayward kids some wilderness survival skills. “Can you point out what’s edible?”
Tilly, the quiet one, said, “Everything. The real question is: what’s edible more than once?”
Nature Guide Sam winced. Right. Some of these kids were on the spectrum and took things to literal extremes. Or extreme literalism, depending on where you were standing. And since they were also abused, it was a careful exercise to correction and getting these kids on the right path.
