I want to be spoiled in an old school relationship.
You want your voting rights revoked and getting beaten up by your drunk husband, which is then your fault somehow? Not really my kink but if you insist.
For a very, very, long time it was considered proper to hit your family, as the man of the house, to keep everyone in order. If the patriarch was hitting you, you needed discipline, this was a god ordained arraignment, so what were you doing against god to deserve this wrath? Domestic violence was crazy high compared to today, as late as the 1990’s. Also drinking rates have fallen greatly, especially since the 18th century.
Being a woman in these romanticized times meant you couldn’t have any sort of credit, you couldn’t hold a bank account, you couldn’t vote, violence towards you, from your family was not criminal. Until the 1900s women couldn’t legally own, or rent, property, except under specific conditions (inheritance, gift from their husband, tenement housing built specifically to house women alone, that sort of thing). Even though it was legalized int he early 1900s, it was also legal to discriminate against women, in that way, until the 1970s, in a lot of places. It was far more common for men to drink, and for men to beat their families, and they had few, to no, legal ways to create independence from their husband. So they were stuck there.
I will never understand how they sold starving people on the idea of giving all their food to the biggest glutton in the village in order to feed off the crumbs he won’t leave behind.
Many were increasingly of the opinion that they’d all made a big mistake coming down from the trees in the first place, and some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no-one should ever have left the oceans.
Cutting down the trees was out next biggest mistake. For example, the Europeans who colonized the US cut down 93% of the trees they found. They clear cut forests of giant oaks and blackwalnut trees. And we replaced all of that natural beauty with asphalt and endless urban sprawl.
Thank you. Since we decided a few weeks ago to adopt the leaf as legal tender, we have, of course, all become immensely rich.
But we have also run into a small inflation problem on account of the high level of leaf availability, which means that, I gather, the current going rate has something like three deciduous forests buying on ship’s peanut.
So in order to obviate this problem and effectively revalue the leaf, we are about to embark on a massive defoliation campaign, and…er, burn down all the forests. I think you’ll all agree that’s a sensible move under the circumstances.
This is pretty much how I see those who romanticize the past.
I want to be spoiled in an old school relationship.
You want your voting rights revoked and getting beaten up by your drunk husband, which is then your fault somehow? Not really my kink but if you insist.
What ?
For a very, very, long time it was considered proper to hit your family, as the man of the house, to keep everyone in order. If the patriarch was hitting you, you needed discipline, this was a god ordained arraignment, so what were you doing against god to deserve this wrath? Domestic violence was crazy high compared to today, as late as the 1990’s. Also drinking rates have fallen greatly, especially since the 18th century.
Being a woman in these romanticized times meant you couldn’t have any sort of credit, you couldn’t hold a bank account, you couldn’t vote, violence towards you, from your family was not criminal. Until the 1900s women couldn’t legally own, or rent, property, except under specific conditions (inheritance, gift from their husband, tenement housing built specifically to house women alone, that sort of thing). Even though it was legalized int he early 1900s, it was also legal to discriminate against women, in that way, until the 1970s, in a lot of places. It was far more common for men to drink, and for men to beat their families, and they had few, to no, legal ways to create independence from their husband. So they were stuck there.
Reminder: Women couldn’t have bank accounts or credit cards without permission from their husband or father until the late 1970’s
otoh, that’s when the economy started crashing…
[jk, I can do two hours on how Nixon’s Vietnam War spending and Reaganomics destroyed the middle class. I just can’t resist a good set-up line]
I will never understand how they sold starving people on the idea of giving all their food to the biggest glutton in the village in order to feed off the crumbs he won’t leave behind.
A lot of Americans went crazy after the US lost the war in Vietnam. Ronald Reagan offered them a return to a happier time, when everything made sense.
The only good old times were those before mankind started to mess up the entire planet.
Mankind’s been screwing things up since the start.
The Sahara Desert used to be verdant
https://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/what-really-turned-sahara-desert-green-oasis-wasteland-180962668/
Many were increasingly of the opinion that they’d all made a big mistake coming down from the trees in the first place, and some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no-one should ever have left the oceans.
Cutting down the trees was out next biggest mistake. For example, the Europeans who colonized the US cut down 93% of the trees they found. They clear cut forests of giant oaks and blackwalnut trees. And we replaced all of that natural beauty with asphalt and endless urban sprawl.
Thank you. Since we decided a few weeks ago to adopt the leaf as legal tender, we have, of course, all become immensely rich.
But we have also run into a small inflation problem on account of the high level of leaf availability, which means that, I gather, the current going rate has something like three deciduous forests buying on ship’s peanut.
So in order to obviate this problem and effectively revalue the leaf, we are about to embark on a massive defoliation campaign, and…er, burn down all the forests. I think you’ll all agree that’s a sensible move under the circumstances.
It’s always a pleasure to come across a hoopy frood who knows where their towel is.
And whom