(person who learned from childhood to make themself as small and unimportant as possible to avoid being a burden) yeah its okay we dont have to do my thing if you dont want i dont mind
It’s also interesting to me how often “Kronos is back!!!!!” is a plot in Greek mythology based media when obviously the more interesting plot is Metis somehow escaping from Zeus’ head and giving birth to a boy that wants to overthrow Zeus.
Like you know fly out his ear or something and disguise herself as Hera? Use Zeus’ own sex trick against him? Finally have Athena’s full brother? Raise the boy to carry out her revenge for being swallowed?
Like so many times it’s like “Kronos is back!!!”
Who cares about old Father Time I wanna meet the new guy. Idk make him the god of social revolution or something. Or pie. Or global warming. I don’t give a heck.
i was thinking about lady macbeth again (as one does) when i realized it’s possible that her hands actually ARE bloody from all the washing making them dry and cracked, or even from actually scrubbing the skin off in places.
her frantic attempts to make herself clean are only harming her, but when she looks down at the bleeding wounds, all she sees is sin. so she washes them again, stopping them from scabbing over and healing. is that anything
So I just saw the most incredible production of Macbeth that wove parental grief into the whole regicide plot in such a fascinating way.
So at the very beginning of the play there was a scene where Macbeth and Lady Macbeth are at a funeral as the primary mourners. A stretcher is carried on with a covered body. The body was notably very small. They laid flowers on it and Macbeth immediately left for battle.
Now *I* studied Shakespeare in college so I immediately knew there is one single line that implies that the Macbeths lost a child at some point. Most of the time this isn’t utilized in productions; it’s just a throwaway line, intended to paint just how determined Lady M is for this regicide thing to work and how furious she is that her husband has cold feet. In this production she delivers “I have given suck, and know how tender tis to love the babe that milks me” nearly in tears. She takes a moment to steel herself before saying, “I would while it was smiling in my face, have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums and dashed the brains pit, had I so sworn” and she very nearly SCREAMED this in Macbeth’s face.
Also noted was how the Macbeths looked at Macduff’s children. Lady M was clutching her heart, nearly breaking watching them embrace their parents. Macbeth could not even look at them.
At the end of Lady Macbeth’s plot, when she is sleepwalking and sleeptalking, she is typically portrayed as speaking to no one or to her husband. However, at a certain point of her monologue she got on her knees, raised her voice to a comforting octave, and began miming tear wiping, hand holding, hair and face stroking, around a child-sized figure. “Wash your hands, put on your nightgown, look not so pale. I tell you yet again, Banquo’s buried; he cannot come out on’s grave.” Then she stands and appears to take the child’s hand. “Go to bed, go to bed. I can hear knocking at the gate-” then she looks down and realizes that no one is there, followed be the most heartbreaking shriek I’ve ever heard followed by a full minute of her just weeping while curled up on the floor before she stood up, finished her monologue and left the stage.
Most of the time when the loss of a child is utilized in a performance or adaptation, it is assumed that the child was an infant and lost some time ago. To imply that the child died IMMEDIATELY prior to the events of the play and had been cared for and loved by their parents for a few years adds such a fascinating layer to the desperation to ascend to the throne, Lady M’s madness, and Macbeth’s initial hesitation into “in for a penny, in for a pound” attitude, Macbeth’s fury that Banquo’s, not his, children will take the throne, and even Macbeth’s eventual demise following a frenzied final battle.
How far will grief push you to fill a hole? How far will grief push you to desperation? And what happens when none of your new pursuits are filling the void left by the one you lost? And what happens when you realize you have nothing left to lose?
modern Snow White where instead of a magic mirror it’s just an AI chatbot driving the stepmother insane because it’s programmed to agree with her and confirm her fears
i hate how widely mocked the free the nipple thing is like even among leftists. like yeah i do think its bizarre to frame a bare chest as inherently sexual for half of the population and perfectly fine and neutral for the other half. i think this should be seen as like 101 frankly
i love to learn about my cat i love to google “should you trim cat last claw? trim all cat claws? cat last claw called? cat fifth claw? cat claws labelled. trim cat dew claw?” and then say hi graham i learned something about you! your weird claw is called a dew claw and it will not be worn down by regular walking so it is extra important to be diligent about trimming to prevent it growing into your paw pad! and he bites me and bites me
i wish graham could google. maybe he’d google “human skin thickness? humans skin cut bite? humans red line arm leg? how hard bite humans? human pain tolerance? human vs kittens safe play” and then he would say mads im so sorry i didnt realize that humans are prone to injury from skin punctures. we should engage in remote play through means of toys as you were suggesting
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