Tout reposait dans Ur et dans Jérimadeth ;
Les astres émaillaient le ciel profond et sombre ;
Le croissant fin et clair parmi ces fleurs de l'ombre
Brillait à l'occident, et Ruth se demandait,
Immobile, ouvrant l'oeil à moitié sous ses voiles,
Quel dieu, quel moissonneur de l'éternel été,
Avait, en s'en allant, négligemment jeté
Cette faucille d'or dans le champ des étoiles.
Booz endormi, Victor Hugo
Frida Kahlo, Pitahayas (Dragon Fruit), 1938, oil on metal Madison Museum of Contemporary Art
When we are learning, almost by definition, we are going through the harrowing, humbling experience of recognizing how ignorant we really were up until this very minute.
As often as Herman had witnessed the slaughter of animals and fish, he always had the same thought: in their behavior toward creatures, all men were Nazis. The smugness with which man could do with other species as he pleased exemplified the most extreme racist theories, the principle that might is right.
Isaac Bashevis Singer, Enemies: A Love Story
“I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort and disappointment and perseverance.”
Vincent van Gogh
Everytime I talk about the the unfair amount of domestic labor that’s placed on women, men usually laugh and say, “Well my wife is the boss! She’s the one calling the shots, we all follow her orders 😅”
Yes you all follow her orders, but the mother is not getting the compensation like a ceo does… she is the overworked store manager first to arrive, last to leave, all responsibility and anything that goes wrong is on her shoulders, everything is planned by her, all events, maintenance, cleaning, children’s school functions, medical records…
You don’t give orders, Sir, because you are the uninvested worker that clocks in and clocks out and doesn’t really give a shit if the building burns down in the meantime, because you know she’ll always be there to pick up everyone’s slack, since the mother is the one that is always blamed for a failing family dynamic