Dreadlocks, Tattoos, Celts and Vikings

 

Look, I like folk metal as much as the next person, but it’s not actually an accurate depiction of ancient life. Realistically, there were probably no deliberate dreadlocks native to the British Isles. The good news is, there’s evidence of tattooing being used in Europe several thousand years ago, just not using woad like we’ve all been assuming, plus a bunch of other wicked fashion trends that will be easy to work into your day-to-day wardrobe.  Let’s look at this in more detail. Read More…

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Average Men and Women

Misandry Angie

Today I want to talk about two stories of averages from the 1940s and the different responses to them. Both stories can be read about in more detail in the book The End of Average: How We Succeed in a World That Values Sameness by Todd Rose (excerpt here.)

The 1940s were marked by eugenicist thoughts from the last century and the racism and ableism they justified.  The field of biological anthropology arose to find racial differences to justify slavery of the black race. By the 1940s the study had shifted to seek correlations between physical appearance with criminality or morality. Statistics was also rising as a field in its own right, and the national appetite for “normal” figures was high.

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Against this backdrop,  gynecologist Robert Dickinson and sculptor Abram Belskie collaborated to create a pair of figures depicting the average man and woman, Normman and Norma. Dickinson measured 15…

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We can’t ignore when it hurts.

socialdissonance

Going into 2016 this David Bowie story is a good place to practice our Social Justice For Adults conversations.

One thing that the fans seem to dislike is that some of us are pointing out and talking about the pedophilia

In the organic body of society, we need the nervous system to feel pain and know when something is wrong.  This sends a signal  to the brain which is where the public conversation is going on and decisions are made.
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Without the nervous system telling you that the bone is broken…
That there is a splinter in the finger which may become infected…
That flesh has been cut, torn or burned…

Or…

That pedophilic acts and practices are being normalized…
That there is street harassment…
That we have police brutality.

If we turn off the nervous system. the problem will fester and spread to affect the rest of the body.

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PSA: Yes, “Spirit Animals” Are Cultural Appropriation- That Means You

The Hoodoo Witch

Another important topic has been bought up on my dash, and that is the use of “spirit animals”. Having an animal guide or an animal familiar or an animal you really like is not the same as a spirit animal: and for those of you who are confused, here are several Tumblr posts to help you understand:

poorlifechoicesblog:

[NB: if you (like me) are non-Native and you reblogged agentotter’s commentary PLEASE read sofriel’s refutation below. “Spirit Animal” as a non-Native phrase is SUPER FUCKED UP.]

sofriel:

fralusans-ana-marein:

thekal:

agentotter:

exploitationiscontagious:

Petition to start using “patronus” instead of “spirit animal” because not being appropriative is pretty rad.

Okay let’s go through this one more time. Deep breath.

If you think the concept of “spirit animals” comes from Native American religious practices, you are wrong. Also, you’re probably basing your ideas about Native American spiritualism on…

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The Ogham Stones of Ardmore

Ed Mooney Photography

Ardmore Ogham Stones (1) (640x426)Within the ruins of the old monastic settlement of Ardmore in Waterford, founded by St. Declan in the 5th century, there are a number of interesting structures. My personal favourites where the two ogham stones I found sitting inside the ruins of the cathedral. We were heading back from a family break in nearby Youghal, and I was disappointed that I did not get to shoot as much as I had wanted too whilst I was there. So despite the pouring rain, when we passed through Ardmore, I was adamant that I would not go any further without stopping off to explore this fine monastic settlement. With the rain pouring down, the rest of the family stayed put in the car, whilst I braved the elements armed only with the smallest little red umbrella you could imaging. It was so small, that it barely covered my camera. But I…

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