These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.
And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart.
Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand.
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"Of Aang’s three children, Bumi was the one who most encapsulated his father’s penguin-sledding spirit."
- Bumi’s Bio on The Official Nickelodeon Website.
I see so much of Aang in Bumi, which is why his feelings of disconnect from his father break my heart.
Listen. Kids can be annoying. You do not get any bonus points for disliking them. You used to be one of them; you have only survived to your current state of shitty, entitled quasi-adulthood and whiny, wholly unearned misanthropy because the people who were adults back during your physiological childhood (as a thing distinct from the prolonged emotional and intellectual childhood that characterizes theEw gross, kids! crowd) tolerated your tantrums and squeals and bullshit. Because enough of them behaved like adults to offset the fedoras and overgrown teenagers and Starbucks philosophers who were dumb enough to treat childhood like it’s a personality defect and not simply the first part of growing into an adult.
You did not become an (objectively lousy excuse for an) adult now by having the good taste and wise judgment to leave childhood, O Hater of the Young. You are not smarter than kids because you became an adult and they didn’t. You survived a certain number of years, your hormones did some shit, and you grew hair on your genitals. Congratulations on that having occurred for you before today’s little kids. It is your responsibility to ensure that this does not turn out to have been a bad thing. You can start by not holding childhood against children.
Thank god someone has some sense.
i have never met a kid hater who i thought was a pleasant person
Reminder to my followers: as a mom i find your kid-hating comments, dead baby jokes, child abuse jokes, and generally shitty attitudes about children deeply and personally offensive and disgusting.
You don’t have to like kids (hell i didn’t even like kids until i had my child) and you don’t have to want kids (i sure as fuck didn’t until i missed a period and peed on a stick and fell in love with a jelly bean of cells in my womb), but you don’t have to be excessively rude and shitty about them either.
Children experience the same amount of emotions as we do, but are forced to process them in their tiny little bodies and their brains that are PURELY emotion based with zero ability to process things logically. Tantrums happen naturally in children. They literally cannot help it. They sometimes have to scream and cry before they can even begin to handle things “properly”.
For a site full of grown ass adults with anxiety disorders and mental disorders and mental illnesses that should impart some level of empathy toward toddlers and children, of people who describe shitty childhoods of their own, i see such vitriolic bullshit being spewed about children it makes me nauseated.
Get your fucking acts together, you owe children your empathy and respect, not the other way around.
Also to non-parents: don’t fucking judge parents, especially moms, especially moms who are out alone with their children, for not “shutting their screaming baby up”. Sometimes it is fucking impossible to “shut a screaming baby up”. I don’t give a fuck if you’re inconvenienced by a screaming baby somehow, you’re in public, and that mom and that screaming baby are just as entitled to utilizing the public space as you are. Sit your entitled, privileged ass down and shut up if you can’t afford people some basic empathy. I s2fg.
The thing about this is that sculptures like these in art history were for the male gaze. Photoshop a phone to it and suddenly she’s seen as vain and conceited. That’s why I’m 100% for selfie culture because apparently men can gawk at women but when we realize how beautiful we are we’re suddenly full of ourselves…
Girls don’t let anyone tell you loving yourself is vanity.