And the… non-WASPs knew their place. They loved it too in fact!
(I’m paraphrasing some actual things that actual people have actually said about the good old days (but I can’t remember their actual euphemisms (dysphemisms) for non-WASPs))
I mean, I get what you’re saying, but the Internet Archive has limited resources as it is and doesn’t appreciate being used as a CDN. They’ve said as much themselves on various occasions
There’s a reason most historical fiction focuses on nobles and land-owners. You can tell interesting stories about them, and modern people can sort-of relate to their lifestyles. If you told stories about the common people, modern people wouldn’t be able to focus on the story, and would get distracted by how brutal and awful their day-to-day lives were.
Now fairy tales, that’s where the brutality comes in. Ever heard of “The Death of the Little Hen” collected by the Grimm brothers? The last line is, I kid you not, “and then everyone was dead”. Gotta get those kiddos used to pandemics and family sized tombstones.
There’s got to be one of those super specific German words for that feeling when you pull up next them at the light. Like Schadenfreude but for this specific instance.
The most difficult game to play is to drive calmly (almost never use the brake pedal) while leaving plenty of room for assholes to merge in front of you. Requires huge amounts of attention and emotional discipline. Best game on the highway though.
The annoying thing is: if everyone did this, phantom traffic jams wouldn’t be a thing, and even real road obstructions would have significantly less impact and we would all get where we want to go faster, collectively. But we won’t, because I got mine.
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