Its obvious to me when people who post about canaries in mines have never met a canary. Like yeah the miners had a special device to revive the canary because canaries are one of the most adorable creatures on the planet and they make adorable little chirping sounds and honestly probably loved the sounds of machinery and people talking so it was probably loud and friendly with the workers. Whatever though maybe meet a canary sometime and youd understand
If you see this animal every day at work, and it sings to you during your hardest bouts of labor, you will be distraught if it dies. Even if you know this creature is meant to die in lieu of you, you still hear it when the labor is at its hardest and your muscles are struggling against the weight of your work. It is so small, smaller than your soot-stained hands and louder than the death that follows you. You dont want it to die. The same as a woman does not want her candle to run out ; she knows that is the point, its flame is meant to burn the wick and melt the wax ; but she is not indifferent to its wasting away. She may even save her favorite candle as not to burn it too quickly. Now imagine you are that woman, and there is a way to rebuild your favorite candle that you love the smell of and the way it flickers. Would she rather throw her candle out? Or would she rebuild it? That is a canary to these miners. Would you allow an animal to just die when it has been singing for you? It reminds you that it is alive, and you are too. Its stop of song signifies the lethal danger you are in. Why abandon it? Is the miners’ love for a little bird really that surprising?
The most horrifying aspect of parents saying “my kid could do that” about art is that they never ever ever mean “wow my kid is good enough to be in a museum” and they always always always mean “I want to disrespect you so much I’ll do it by implying that this thing is just as worthless as the things my child makes with their hands” and right in front of them too. Your kids can hear you u know, and the things they make with their hands are the least worthless and most precious aspects of human life I’ll kill u
if you’re the type of person to say “be gay, do crimes” but get upset or uncomfortable when one of your friends ((or literally anyone for that matter)) has to steal food from the grocery store in order to survive, then maybe you don’t actually believe in your silly little motto.
Having a romantic partner when you share the same body: I love you, we are closer than skin to skin, I can show you my pure emotions, our conversation happens at the speed of thought, we can merge into one being if we choose, I can take you with me anywhere I go.
Having a romantic partner when you both have seperate bodies: I love you, I can feel your touch against mine, I can feel your weight on top of me, I can hear your voice, I can look into your eyes, I can introduce you to people, we can hold each other.
