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Just finished hamlet & had to share THIS

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The densest people on the internet are the ones who say sci fi and fantasy are are getting too political. Why can’t we go back to the good old days of The Twilight Zone, with its various episodes about mob mentality and the danger of mass paranoia that totally weren’t about the Red Scare. Or Star Wars and its genocidal empire of racially homogeneous Aryan men. Or Dune with its religious tribal peoples who live in a desert that contains the galaxy’s most valuable resource and the wars with the foreign colonizers, that was purely from Frank Herbert’s imagination. Can you imagine how much Star Trek would suck if it was packed to the brim with ham-fisted allegories of every societal issue of the 20th century. Not like all this modern ultra-political stuff, like a woman hero. 

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Hello, what are your overall thoughts on Mary Winchester in the show? Especially later seasons? I remember thinking when she was brought back that it was a interesting idea to see her as an actual character. But then I stopped watching before she died so I don't have the full story. And I think you have a lot of interesting thoughts on SPN. ❤

Thank you, nonny! Hopefully this won't be too disappointing, because usually I think I have a fairly analytical style even when there are strong feelings behind it, but when I think about late seasons Mary, there's mostly just a giant ball of incandescent rage. Her storyline makes me feel like I imagine some of the Extreme [whichever character] Girls must be feeling when they post their insanely mean meta about why only their own blorbo is a sopping wet meow meow cinnamon roll and everyone else sucks. Except at least they're crazy posting like that because it's their blorbo. I don't even really like late seasons Mary. And me not liking her pisses me off too lol, because she has all the background for a blorbo for me, but the writers squandered it.

Anyway hopefully this is the most Online Whiny Behavior post from me you'll ever see and all the other ones after this will be calm and Normal.

An incomplete list of people real and imaginary who are not mothers and it shows, who Mary's late seasons storyline makes me irrationally angry at:

Andrew Dabb

his entire writers' room except the two women, and they weren't exactly distinguishing themselves either

90+% of fans who have written meta on episode 12x22 Who We Are

at least 50% of all other fans who comment about Mary in any capacity

my 27 y.o. daughter's therapist from 20 years ago who kept encouraging me to take time for myself and have an identity outside of being a mother but literally only ever addressed me as "mom". I don't even think she knew my name.

Dean Winchester

men who give parenting advice you didn't ask for, especially in weird chore-related venues like strangers at the grocery store

Dean Winchester some more

and last but oh so very much not least: Robert Berens.

Mary and her father and Azazel lit up in Dean's headlights like illicit lovers. Standards and Practices asked Kripke if he could take this shot out, but he vehemently declined.

So. For me personally, the main draw of spn is how well it does those insular gothic horror vibes of having a family history that's been fucked up for so many generations and in so many ways that every time you find out another awful thing you think "surely this is the last one, it can't get any worse", but it never is and it always can.

In the Beginning is one of my all time favorite spn episodes for this reason. I Iove early seasons Mary, and especially her in this episode. She and John are both bright and shining and new like little kittens.

And I want to point out that this is not a picture of a person making a bad decision for understandable reasons. It's a teenage girl barely on the cusp of adult life being sexually assaulted on screen by both (the corpse of) her father and by the (metaphorical) father of her future child, specifically for the purpose of getting her pregnant with "his" baby. Her assailant just also finished creepily pinning one of her (future, adult) sons to a wall and sniffing at him (???) in a barely-not-overt act of sexualized violence, during which he monologued about what a slut she is and how she's his favorite and he'd like to actually fuck her, but no, that's not his style, isn't her (future) son a pervert for even thinking that.

Additionally, Mary isn't even in love with John of her own free will. She and John were angel-roofied into their feelings. She's making a Sophie's Choice for the man she "loves" because she's being forced both to do so and also to love him in the first place. If you replace the demon magic in this scene with a more mundane murdery blackmail TV trope, like poisoning a hostage and withholding the antidote until the hero complies, it becomes obvious how much Mary's "choice" is not her own. And in a just society--which the irl US judicial system for once in its pathetic life somehow does manage to be in this type of case--we place the blame for "choices" of this nature squarely at the feet of the one giving the coerced "options".

Later, Mary's (adult, future) children will try to mitigate the damage done by Azazel in this scene. They fail because spn can never have enough rape metaphors and memory wipes. Angels violate/possess her husband and wipe her (and his) memory. And even that's not enough coercion for spn, because the Cupid roofie was part of an angelic livestock breeding program that's been going on for centuries, specifically leading up to John and Mary fucking whether they want to or not to get her pregnant with Sam and Dean so they also can be profoundly violated. It's all a horrible delicious convoluted mess of incest, parent/child age and role inversion, and sexual violence. To blame any of it on Mary is.... Well, it's rape culture is what it is.

Now fast forward to the late seasons. The universe's most powerful battered wife sister gives Mary to Dean as a literal present (you know, an object. In a coffin box. That you unwrap for a special treat). She does this because Dean helped her realize that even though she was mad that her abusive husband brother locked her in a coffin box for millennia and she killed a bunch of innocents about it, all she really wanted was to get back with her abuser. It's classic spn gothic horror, at least theoretically, and theoretically, I love it.

In the good spn where the s12-15 showrunner wasn't a hack though, they would've cast someone new as Mary so she still looked like this:

Then we would've had a visual reminder exactly how creepy it was for this man:

to want her to mother him. To say he hates her for being sexually assaulted and dying. She is 28 and was 18 when it happened. He is 38, not counting his 40 years of experienced time in Hell.

And we'd remember that it's not just stupid but also immensely creepy for the showrunner to have this man:

pursue a sexual relationship with Mary. A season has passed, so she's now 29. But he's 68.

And of course a 29 yo woman is a whole ass adult who is free to have sex with men old enough to be her father and also with assholes and men she dislikes. I love that she banged Ketch. But alternate version of Sam and Dean's father figure, Bobby?? What the fuck was Andrew Dabb thinking? Don't answer. He was thinking he was gonna have Mary come into the show taking time for herself and having an identity outside of being a mother. But then he only ever addressed her as "mom". At least he knew her name though ig.

Don't get me wrong, I approve of all these things happening in the show. They're full of the horrifying incestuous implications spn is best at. But the showrunner and writers should know it's fucked up. The text should be structured as if it's fucked up. Because it is. It's so fucked up.

What on God's heavily fertilized green earth is this bullshit?

Okay, I feel as usual that I need to disclaimer that Dean's emotions here are normal and fine. It's expressing them in this way to this particular person that's the problem. And I get that this is supposed to be cathartic for both characters. So everyone who's written meta about how amazing this scene was and/or found this cathartic r.e. their relationship with their own flawed parents, I get you and I know my anger in this instance is irrational and about my own life. You're only picking up what Robert "I Can't Be Misogynist Because I'm Gay" Berens was putting down (yes, he really tweeted that out to the whole universe once). Go in peace.

And even though I'm frequently critical of Dean, usually it comes from a place of sympathy and fellow-feeling. I was a parentified child too and Dean and I have a lot in common.

This one time though, he can fuck entirely off. All of these events Dean is recounting had causes and most had perpetrators, and exactly none of them were Mary. Did Mary force Lucifer at gunpoint to possess Sam? Did she torture Sam in Hell? Please, I'm begging, spn; just once blame a crime on the person who committed it.

Dean Winchester-As-Written-By-Bobo-Berens is being a giant man-baby here. He was not Sam's father actually. John was. And he was not Sam's mother. Sam's mother died trying to protect him from a (barely metaphorical) act of incestuous CSA by the same man who sexually violated her too. Of course Dean has feelings about it. It *did* ruin his life too. But it's not his place to express any emotion to her or Sam about it except sympathy. The injury to Dean was the parentification piece. And there's a perfectly good man who was alive and his parent through his entire childhood whose fault it actually was, that he never said a tenth of this vitriol to. He waited to say it all to his mommy instead because isn't that what mothers are for.

This show hates women so, so much, and it loves rape. With more self-aware writers, they could've done the most awful-wonderful stuff with those ingredients and late seasons Mary. She was alone with Lucifer in the Apocalypse AU ffs. And she was living in the bunker with Sam, with whom she could've had such juicy conversations. Even her relationship with AU Bobby could've been full of insanely weird daddy surrogate/metaphorical teen mom stuff. But no, instead we got Robert Berens whining about how everything is always the mother's fault. And then her grandson kills her because she tried to mother him a tiny bit imperfectly, and fandom blames that on her too.

Anyways, I'm glad they included her in the late seasons, even though imo their misogyny was on full display and when fandom writes about her, its often is too. Because the story is juicy, if poorly handled. It's a bunch of cool new fic fodder at the very least. I just wish they had what it takes to deliver what they promised, which was a whole person with a whole life and story of her own.

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Kaladin really is the character of all time. He's a Windrunner. He's a surgeon. He's a former slave. He is Stormblessed. He protects those who cannot protect themselves. He's depressed. He has PTSD. He's been actively suicidal. He invented group therapy. He says ridiculously dramatic things with 100% sincerity. He repeatedly forms tight knit groups out of people. He will be warm again. He's the most eligible bachelor on Roshar. He doesn't understand why women keep coming to the clinic just to see him. He couldn't save Tien. He saved his father. He recreated Die Hard. He is the spear that would not break.

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brown works so hard and does so much and everyone is so mean to her. coffee chocolate hair leather tea wood eyes broth a warm coat autumn leaves caramelized onions the crust on a loaf of bread. all things good and warm and kind are brown. bitch!

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Theta/Koschei

Koschei decides to ‘force a regeneration’ to see if it gets rid of the drums.

I’ll let you decide at which point in that process Theta finds him.

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The first thing Koschei hears is Theta-

No, the first thing he hears is the drums. He cringes in on his new body, its limbs awkwardly long and its hair in his face. He claws at his head, and when his nails aren’t strong enough to get inside and scratch the noise out, he starts pounding at his temples. It only encourages the drums to get louder. All he can smell is bitter metal, on his skin, in his mouth, soaked through. It was supposed to be cast off a new regeneration, so why is his blood still clinging to him?

He feels the hands wrap around his wrists and force him to stop. He feels the body kneeling next to his. “You jumped,” Theta hiccups. “You jumped!”

Koschei peers up at the cliffs above. The skies look like they’re burning overhead. Good, he thinks, good, burn down with me.

Him at the edge. Theta frozen feet away. An expression on their face he’d never seen, no matter how much they’d gotten into trouble in the past.

He scared his friend.

“I- I couldn’t move,” Theta says, like they need his forgiveness. “I tried! I couldn’t move! You jumped!”

“It didn’t work,” Koschei says, unable to summon up more reaction than a statement of fact. Theta shivers and wraps around him. They’re shorter than him. He didn’t think about that—only the blessed promise of relief. It’s all that he can hold onto now, Theta’s terrified expression as he tilted over the edge and their body, too small to bundle him up in their arms anymore like they used to. They bury their tears in his hair.

“Of course it didn’t work. You can regenerate, you can’t-” Their voice shatters. Koschei tries to be gentle, but he flinches at the pounding in his head, shoving Theta’s shoulder. Stubbornly, they hold on tighter. “I won’t let you go back up there. I won’t.”

“It didn’t work,” he repeats, like it’ll make sense to them. It hits him, suddenly, what he’s done. The obviousness of it, his whole body a betrayal of a moment’s grasp at peace, how could he- He wants to hide in Theta’s arms, but he can’t, he’s too tall.

“I did this,” Theta says. “It’s my fault. I did this.”

“No,” he snaps. He won’t have it taken from him, even as he can’t look at the shame of it. It was his choice; he jumped. “You told me to get away from the edge.”

“Shut up!” Theta is trying to crush him. His ribs ache from the way their fists jam into his sides. “I pushed you, understand?” He wriggles.

“You didn’t-”

“Koschei, you jumped,” Theta says, voice gone near a whisper again, and he listens to that more readily than he does when they match his volume and fight with him. “I don’t know what they’ll do to you if you jumped.”

He understands.

“You pushed me,” he agrees.

“It was an accident,” they build.

“The wind was too strong. I lost my footing.”

“And I pushed you too hard. We shouldn’t have been this close to the edge.”

“I forgive you.” Theta’s breathing stutters.

“You have a stupid amount of hair now,” they mumble. Koschei agrees. His head hurts so much, and he can’t place what’s worse: the drop after sudden regeneration, or the fresh bruises from hitting himself, or the drums, they’re louder now, he made them louder-

“It didn’t work,” he says a final time, no longer numb to it. His vision blurs, and his breath is coming one-two, three-four, one-two, three-four, stop it, stop it, stop it!

Theta touches his face, smearing his tears over his cheeks. They jam their forehead forward, close the distance until the entire universe is the two of them, alone.

He has to escape somehow. He grasps at Theta’s mind, not calm, always whirring and humming but quiet compared to his. He sinks into them with a sob.

They’re still there, in the back of his head, beating away.

He tries to pretend it’s only the sound of Theta’s hearts.

Maybe, for a moment, he even believes it.

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do you think a susan twist copy has ever interacted with a clara oswald echo as they unconsciously battled for dominance along the strands of the doctor’s twisted timestream and despite both of them believing themselves to be ordinary humans with normal lives they looked into each other’s eyes and felt a glimmer of uncanny recollection of horrors yet to come

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nobody wants to work anymore

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staying close w people long distance really is about the mundane stuff. i get texts like "made quesadillas" "spilled mop water all over the floor :(" "lady on the bus has not one not two but three tiny dogs in her purse" andits like wow. i love you more than words can express

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I think it's a common misconception that domesticating animals is somewhat like enslaving them. It really is more of a symbiotic relationship. No wild animal would have willingly put up with early humans if they didn't get something out of it. Wolves wouldn't have stayed with us and become dogs if they weren't getting food and safety out of it. Many large herbivores that are now domesticated could and would have easily trampled their early human captors or broken their enclosures open if they didn't have a reason to stay. Sometimes individual animals still do if we don't give them what they need.

The animals that have stayed with us for thousands of years have evolved to cooperate with us better. Dogs have additional facial muscles around their eyes that wolves lack in order to mimic human facial expressions. Sheep grow their wool perpetually while their wild counterparts don't because a bigger fleece means they're more likely to be allowed to breed and be kept around. Domestic dairy cows produce much more milk than wild bovine species and domestic hens lay more eggs. Do you know how energy costly producing eggs or milk is for an animal? It's pretty intense! They wouldn't be able to do that if we hadn't given them the food and safety from predators and the elements to.

And we really need to show these animals respect and gratitude for what they give us by taking excellent care of them. They gave up a lot to be with us, often including the means to take care of themselves in the wild. That's a huge reason why I'm not against using animal products, but I hate factory farming. They are still living, breathing creatures with needs and feelings. They deserve a comfortable life and, when the time comes, a humane death.

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Perhaps minimalist design is so prevalent because we no longer have anything to say.

The Cultural Tutor

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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”

“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Climb aboard, then!” But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown. “Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.” 

“I can’t help it,” said the scorpion. “It’s my nature.”

___

…But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the frog felt a subtle motion on its back, and in a panic dived deep beneath the rushing waters, leaving the scorpion to drown.

“It was going to sting me anyway,” muttered the frog, emerging on the other side of the river. “It was inevitable. You all knew it. Everyone knows what those scorpions are like. It was self-defense.”

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…But no sooner had they cast off from the bank, the frog felt the tip of a stinger pressed lightly against the back of its neck. “What do you think you’re doing?” said the frog.

“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”

They swam in silence to the other end of the river, where the scorpion climbed off, leaving the frog fuming.

“After the kindness I showed you!” said the frog. “And you threatened to kill me in return?”

“Kindness?” said the scorpion. “To only invite me on your back after you knew I was defenseless, unable to use my tail without killing myself? My dear frog, I only treated you as I was treated. Your kindness was as poisoned as a scorpion’s sting.”

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…“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”

“You have a point,” the frog acknowledged. “But once we get to dry land, couldn’t you sting me then without repercussion?”

“All I want is to cross the river safely,” said the scorpion. “Once I’m on the other side I would gladly let you be.”

“But I would have to trust you on that,” said the frog. “While you’re pressing a stinger to my neck. By ferrying you to land I’d be be giving up the one deterrent I hold over you.”

“But by the same logic, I can’t possibly withdraw my stinger while we’re still over water,” the scorpion protested.

The frog paused in the middle of the river, treading water. “So, I suppose we’re at an impasse.”

The river rushed around them. The scorpion’s stinger twitched against the frog’s unbroken skin. “I suppose so,” the scorpion said.

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Absolutely not!” said the frog, and dived beneath the waters, and so none of them learned anything.

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A scorpion, being unable to swim, asked a turtle (as in the original Persian version of the fable) to carry it across the river. The turtle readily agreed, and allowed the scorpion aboard its shell. Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell. The turtle, swimming placidly, failed to notice.

They reached the other side of the river, and parted ways as friends.

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…Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell.

The turtle, hearing the tap of the scorpion’s sting, was offended at the scorpion’s ungratefulness. Thankfully, having been granted the powers to both defend itself and to punish evil, the turtle sank beneath the waters and drowned the scorpion out of principle.

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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” sneered the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back.”

The scorpion pleaded earnestly. “Do you think so little of me? Please, I must cross the river. What would I gain from stinging you? I would only end up drowning myself!”

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Even a scorpion knows to look out for its own skin. Climb aboard, then!”

But as they forged through the rushing waters, the scorpion grew worried. This frog thinks me a ruthless killer, it thought. Would it not be justified in throwing me off now and ridding the world of me? Why else would it agree to this? Every jostle made the scorpion more and more anxious, until the frog surged forward with a particularly large splash, and in panic the scorpion lashed out with its stinger.

“I knew it,” snarled the frog, as they both thrashed and drowned. “A scorpion cannot change its nature.”

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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. The frog agreed, but no sooner than they were halfway across the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown.

“I’ve only myself to blame,” sighed the frog, as they both sank beneath the waters. “You, you’re a scorpion, I couldn’t have expected anything better. But I knew better, and yet I went against my judgement! And now I’ve doomed us both!”

“You couldn’t help it,” said the scorpion mildly. “It’s your nature.” 

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…“Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.”

“Alas, I was of two natures,” said the scorpion. “One said to gratefully ride your back across the river, and the other said to sting you where you stood. And so both fought, and neither won.” It smiled wistfully. “Ah, it would be nice to be just one thing, wouldn’t it? Unadulterated in nature. Without the capacity for conflict or regret.”

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“By the way,” said the frog, as they swam, “I’ve been meaning to ask: What’s on the other side of the river?”

“It’s the journey,” said the scorpion. “Not the destination.”

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…“What’s on the other side of anything?” said the scorpion. “A new beginning.”

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…”Another scorpion to mate with,” said the scorpion. “And more prey to kill, and more living bodies to poison, and a forthcoming lineage of cruelties that you will be culpable in.”

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…”Nothing we will live to see, I fear,” said the scorpion. “Already the currents are growing stronger, and the river seems like it shall swallow us both. We surge forward, and the shoreline recedes. But does that mean our striving was in vain?”

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“I love you,” said the scorpion.

The frog glanced upward. “Do you?”

“Absolutely. Can you imagine the fear of drowning? Of course not. You’re a frog. Might as well be scared of breathing air. And yet here I am, clinging to your back, as the waters rage around us. Isn’t that love? Isn’t that trust? Isn’t that necessity? I could not kill you without killing myself. Are we not inseparable in this?”

The frog swam on, the both of them silent.

___

“I’m so tired,” murmured the frog eventually. “How much further to the other side? I don’t know how long we’ve been swimming. I’ve been treading water. And it’s getting so very dark.”

“Shh,” the scorpion said. “Don’t be afraid.”

The frog’s legs kicked out weakly. “How long has it been? We’re lost. We’re lost! We’re doomed to be cast about the waters forever. There is no land. There’s nothing on the other side, don’t you see!”

“Shh, shh,” said the scorpion. “My venom is a hallucinogenic. Beneath its surface, the river is endlessly deep, its currents carrying many things.” 

“You - You’ve killed us both,” said the frog, and began to laugh deliriously. “Is this - is this what it’s like to drown?” 

“We’ve killed each other,” said the scorpion soothingly. “My venom in my glands now pulsing through your veins, the waters of your birthing pool suffusing my lungs. We are engulfing each other now, drowning in each other. I am breathless. Do you feel it? Do you feel my sting pierced through your heart?”

“What a foolish thing to do,” murmured the frog. “No logic. No logic to it at all.”

“We couldn’t help it,” whispered the scorpion. “It’s our natures. Why else does anything in the world happen? Because we were made for this from birth, darling, every moment inexplicable and inevitable. What a crazy thing it is to fall in love, and yet - It’s all our fault! We are both blameless. We’re together now, darling. It couldn’t have happened any other way.”

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“It’s funny,” said the frog. “I can’t say that I trust you, really. Or that I even think very much of you and that nasty little stinger of yours to begin with. But I’m doing this for you regardless. It’s strange, isn’t it? It’s strange. Why would I do this? I want to help you, want to go out of my way to help you. I let you climb right onto my back! Now, whyever would I go and do a foolish thing like that?”

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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”

“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”  

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Come aboard, then!” But no sooner had the scorpion mounted the frog’s back than it began to sting, repeatedly, while still safely on the river’s bank.

The frog groaned, thrashing weakly as the venom coursed through its veins, beginning to liquefy its flesh. “Ah,” it muttered. “For some reason I never considered this possibility.”

“Because you were never scared of me,” the scorpion whispered in its ear. “You were never scared of dying. In a past life you wore a shell and sat in judgement. And then you were reborn: soft-skinned, swift, unburdened, as new and vulnerable as a child, moving anew through a world of children. How could anyone ever be cruel, you thought, seeing the precariousness of it all?” The scorpion bowed its head and drank. “How could anyone kill you without killing themselves?”

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the need to talk about the characters vs the fear that all of my analysis is just empty prose and surface level understanding

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Do you think in the omegaverse there’s a new, awful layer to “the talk” that teens get

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The absolute upper limit of what can be considered affordable for a home is 4x your income. Ideally it should be 3x, but 4x is the limit for reasonably stretching your budget.

Using Sacramento as an example, median home price is about $510k, and median household income is about $85,000

That number for Sacramento is 6x, and that's for a middling city with middling employment prospects. So the entire city for almost everyone living there is by definition unaffordable. And that's not as bad as it gets

Let's look at Toronto. Median income is around $91,000, median home price is just over $1,100,000. That's a ratio of 12:1. You would need to be making a quarter of a million dollars just to be able to qualify for a mortgage.

For a home to be affordable, one of two things need to happen: 1) incomes need to rise astronomically overnight or 2) home prices need to crash astronomically overnight

In Sacramento, that means the median income needs to double (to $170k per year), or home prices need to crash by 50%

In Toronto, that means incomes need to quadruple (to $370k per year) or home prices need to crash about 75%

This is how bad the housing crisis is. I don't think people truly understand the gravity of how bad it is. Home prices should not be this high. Incomes should not be this low. Look back 100 years and you won't find a time when affordability was this bad for everyone everywhere. Things must change

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captain picker isgonna finger himself