(I’m posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I mostly really enjoyed, than simply to share a beautiful story that shines light on who Freddie actually was, up to the very end.)
Gay-lesbian solidarity would have been someone telling michaelangelo what titties looked like
Okay but consider:
The Catholic Church DESPARATELY trying to explain to him what titties are without it sounding like they knew what a naked woman looked like
Anyone could hire a woman off the street to model, and many artists did so perfectly fine and painted/sculpted anatomically gorgeous women, what I like better is Michelangelo being like UGH I went out looking for models in the red light district again and would you believe not a lady whore to be seen, all I found were these STRAPPING YOUNG MEN ohhh well what can you do cmon boys strip off history is calling
*centrist voice* So would you stop being friends with someone just because your favorite color is blue and their favorite color is waterboarding innocent people?
Not-at-all-gentle reminder that politics are an indication of your moral character.
Trump, as I know you know, is trying his damnedest to take away a lot of people’s civil and human rights. His supporters necessarily support this -either because they actively hate us, or because whatever “non hateful” reason they have to support Trump is more important to them than the fact he is, as I said, trying to take away a lot of people’s rights.
So, when we see that we’ve been sharing the work of a Trump supporter, we want to know about it so we can stop. We don’t want to contribute to Trump supporters getting attention or getting paid for their art, no matter what the art consists of, because the person who made it either wants us dead/deported/fired or kicked out of our house for being trans/etc, or doesn’t care that they’re helping that shit happen. (And the distinction between those two things matters a lot less than you likely think.)
I just messaged the artist on his Instagram. This is NOT him.
Please spread this version. If he had a Twitter he would cross promo his Instagram. At least for the exposure.
And this is why we used to make cars out of STEEL instead of FIBERGLASS! Sure, fiberglass is a lot lighter in weight and hence a hell of a lot better for gas mileage. But you hit anything at more than 20 mph and the entire body explodes off the fucking thing, and now you’re spending more to repair the car than it’s worth because you need a entire front end, read end, or side panel. They can’t just take the damaged section off, beat it out with a hammer, sand it, and repaint it.
Everything is made with the idea of it being easier to replace than to maintain, aka planned obsolescence. Thanks, capitalism
You guys are obscenely, dangerously wrong.
It’s not planned obsolescence, it’s physics.
Modern cars crumple to absorb and distribute the forces of impact in an accident in an effort to protect the occupants. When cars didn’t have those crumple zones, the occupants, being the soft, squishy things they were, took those forces and were mangled or killed in horrible ways. Also, those older cars took hidden damage that often went unnoticed and made them very dangerous to drive.
I recently watched a TV show where a small sedan was run over by the trailer of an eighteen-wheeler. Run. Over. They had to unwrap the crumpled ball of a car from the undercarriage of that trailer. Guess what? The driver suffered only minor injuries because the car collapsed in exactly the way it was designed to so that she, in the very strong frame surrounding the passenger compartment, was protected.
And no, don’t thank capitalism for these modern cars. Thank Ralph Nader and countless other safety activists who worked tirelessly to make car manufacturers accountable for the safety of the people who drove their cars.
Even funnier thing to imagine: resurrecting Diogenes too and telling him that “Platonic” relationships means not fucking, he’d probably laugh himself back to death.
So I actually know the origin of this term because it came up when I studied Plato in my classes. Basically, in ancient Greece it was a super common practice for teachers to fuck their students. Like all the time. It was considered a way for the student to “pay” the teacher. Plato thought this was bullshit. He felt that a student could not properly learn from someone who was truly only interested in having sex with them. He didn’t fuck his students and derided those who did. Other teachers who refused to fuck their students were said to have “platonic” teaching relationships with them – so named because they were following Plato’s example. So the reason it’s called a Platonic relationship is because Plato was heavily anti-teachers-fucking-their-students and it’s one of the few things he was ever even remotely correct about.