I've Been Researching The Shit Out Of The University I'm Attending And I'm So Excited!!!

I just want so badly to be able to See a production where Eurydice sings “everybody sipping ambrosia wine in a gold mine in hadestown” and orpheus looks her right in the eye without missing a chord on his guitar and says “everybody hungry everybody tired everybody slaves by the sweat of his brow the wage is nothing and the work is hard it’s a graveyard in hadestown.” And then they sing the chorus together!

Watching the bear season 3 and so far I have lots of feelings about it

Fucks sake I had to block yet another one

Jesus fucking Christ can these porn boys go away please???

Any advice for female history majors as a future history major?

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.

Growing up female is traumatic. From a young age I remember being terrified that I was going to be harrassed because I had developed faster and more obviously than my peers. Even now I shudder at the idea of having to bend over in front of men of any age. I got catcalled twice at 17 by other boys my age. I couldn't drive and I was waiting for my mom to come pick up from school and two boys from inside a car at the pick up line yelled something sexual at me. I will spare you the deals but despite my false bravado and real rage I felt nothing more than embarrassed and ashamed once they had left. I had rumors around my sexual life even before I had a serious relationship of any kind and I had male friends who had found me being sexually innocent funny. The things they'd watch and openly show me was nothing more than disgusting yet the idea of exploring my sexuality and then finding out I was bisexual had me ashamed because I thought that they would be weirded out

I can go on but I won't

sorry i was so weird but you invoked a topic i am incapable of being normal about