#hoi polloi

[georgeromeros]

The Three Stooges - Hoi Polloi (1935)

[objectspod]

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[fallow-grove]

hello this is my application for use of the acronym "hp" i think weve all decided the previous occupant no longer qualifies so may i have it for my story which also begins with the letters h and p? thank you

[haverwood]

Hoi Polloi Del Lord USA, 1935

[classicalliberalleague]

By giving us the opinions of the uneducated, journalism keeps us in touch with the ignorance of the community.

—Oscar Wilde

[historywaitsfornoone]

If Cleanliness is next to Godliness, was the Industrial Revolution an invention of the Devil? When did the “unwashed masses” start to wash, and why? If they washed, did they cease to be Hoi Polloi? Herein you'll discover why the “great unwashed” started to wash; how the Industrial Revolution lowered the cost of clothing, so even the poor started to wear more than rags; how medical advances exacerbated an already-growing  population; and how this booming population led to increasing labor strife, a raft of utopian schemes, and outright war.

[t00thpasteface]

ideologically i don't agree with mister squidward tentacles but he did go off with his utter lack of company loyalty and his rigid insistence on getting paid overtime for performing any duties outside of his job description

[frankenshane]

i trust that this is a safe place to relay that i feel like elitism has some points

[chronotopes]

So much of the charm of wicked for me is the multitude of lyrics that could have been written by a precocious teen even though they were actually just written by stephen schwartz. “All helpful urges should be circumvented” “If she’d let him fighthisownbattles whenhewasyoung hewouldntbeacoward TODAAAAY” “like some terrible green blizzard throughout the land she flies” “I wanna be in this hoi polloi”

[maxknightley]

saki kurokoma is a bitch-ass motherfucker and REST ASSURED that if I were not busy this evening I would dedicate the rest of my day to smashing her stupid cowboy face into the pavement

[piedoesnotequalpi]

Once again thinking about the fact that Race uses “hoi polloi” in the complete opposite way from what it actually means

[alanaisalive]

I've been going back and listening to some of the Christian music I listened to back in the 90s and what is surprising to me is how much of it is about social justice and how I'm pretty sure a lot of it would be condemned as "woke" by the people who call themselves Christians these days.

Also, a lot of funk bass lines and more 60s and 70s musical influences than I remembered.

[fallow-grove]

oh look its A scrungle.. main character 1/7 textposts: (x) (x) - read the comic - th - support me + bonus content

[the-marathon-continues-nip]

My siblings in fandom,

Create and support and host the content you want to see, block/mute the content you don't.

Create that analysis blog!

Do a meta big bang!

Correct those incorrect quotes!

If something is missing in your fandom ecosystem, by god, plant it, then water and nurture it; something will grow and bloom.

fandomification and shipping is fucking up how some of yall consume media and i mean it

[seat-safety-switch]

Among car enthusiasts of a certain persuasion, there exists a yearning that cannot be satisfied by regular automakers. The hoi polloi are perfectly happy with their normal, pedestrian automobiles. The elites opt for penis-shaped zoom-zooms that cost more than a house. Those of us in the middle, who have an eternal love for going very fast for very little money, are abandoned. And as we all know, being in the self-described middle is the same thing as being morally correct at all times.

Back in the 50s, people really wanted to go fast for no money. It's what started the whole world of hot rodding. And they had lots of good options, thanks to the government suddenly having a ton of warplanes that weren't currently engaged in a war. Cool plane superchargers, engines, belly tanks – anything that weird nerds could get their hands on – got shoved into cars in the quest to go fast. And automakers were run by those weird nerds, back then.

Sure, a lot of them were putatively "run" by big-dollar, humanity-crushing fascists, but the real fun, in the research and development divisions? That was happening with the same hot rodder nutjobs who would go down to the beach after work and do skids in a car mostly made out of a bathtub, until the cops showed up. And in the late 50s, what those very same nutjobs were excited about were turbines.

See, turbine engines were getting exciting then. It was the jet age. Clean, efficient, very loud, screaming jets. Not inefficient, old clangy pistons with their oiled bearings and pitiful triple-digit horsepower. No, it was time to go fast, and so they dutifully started cramming turbines into street cars. Did it make sense? No. Were any of these cars even close to being practical? Absolutely not. Was it completely bad-ass? Yes.

Unfortunately, it was at this time that the nascent development of "management science" began to metastasize in the Western world. A lot of bosses came down and saw a screaming, shrieking demon burning nineteen litres of gasoline per minute, bolted loosely into a Ford Deluxe Coupe, and they asked: how many cupholders this got? Not having a sufficient answer that didn't start with "fuck you," these same bosses then began dismantling the apparatus that held a promise of a glorious, high-pitched-whining future of thirty-thousand-rpm engines.

There is still hope. For instance, things containing turbines get crashed all the time. Once the FAA is done looking at them to figure out what they fucked up (usually: aircraft contacted the earth too soon,) they don't really pay too much attention to what happens to the carcass. If you're quick, you can cut through the fence and get ahold of your very own helicopter turbine with which to start the project. And what do you use to slice through that fence and retrieve your futurist prize? A thirty-thousand-rpm battery-operated cut-off wheel, of course. Thanks, weird nerds.

[zhnnveuxpasdrmir]

as far as trivialization of storytelling goes, though you're certainly not without your share in responsibility, I blame Joseph Campbell.