We’re going way off-topic for this one. Some good advice, and bad advice, from days gone by. (After the jump.)
I’m going to go out on a limb and say that this “magic powder” is probably not such a good idea.Good advice. Lions are large, wild animals.I’m going to say “good advice.” Be your freaky self.Very bad idea.Uh, good advice? I mean, what the heck, it’s decent cardio, and you’re probably not going to sprain anything.Bad idea. Just say no to peer pressure!Uh, good advice? I mean, if you’re both consenting adults and not in monogamous relationships with anyone else, why the heck not?What? Sure, it’s good to plan for all contingencies, but you’re creeping me the fuck out.Bad idea. If animals start ordering you to do things, DO NOT LISTEN TO THEM. Animals cannot talk. Did you just take a massive dose of peyote? Try to remember.Uh, it’s dog food. It’s going to smell gross. Look on the internet to see what brands are safe and healthy like a normal person.I don’t know what the fuck is going on here but whatever you do, DO NOT DRINK ANY GROVE’S TASTELESS CHILL TONIC. I REPEAT, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT DRINK GROVE’S TONIC.
Thanks, Mari. Yeah, he did give her the information, and he never came near those omg situations you remember from your neighborhood. Not have mom’s name on accounts, deeds, registrations, and such? That would have been unthinkable for him, even if her involvement was only signing where he said sign.
I have to admit, the situation had a salutary effect on my relationship with my son’s SO. I’ve been adamant that they be transparent with each other in all financial situations, and she’s said that theirs is the first relationship she’s had in which there have been few (and only minor) arguments about money. I guess an MRA might see my insistence as a chapter in the book Teach Your Wife to Divorce You and Take Everything Since She Knows About It, but the evidence so far is falling into the fewer arguments, greater trust, and realistic expectations categories.
Robert
9 years ago
Not completely sure about this, but apparently there is a successor product to Phosferine Tonic Wine, called Buckfast Tonic Wine. It’s a fortified wine (12.5% alcohol) with more caffeine than Red Bull. It has a bad reputation in Scotland as the beverage of choice for violent and anti-social young men. The makers took out the cinchona bark and replaced it with caffeine. Sounds like Four Loko in a glass bottle.
For some reason I always wanted to live in the room with that little window.
Malitia - SJW Who Lurks Above in Shadow
9 years ago
Eh… the advice of crows or ravens is alright (well as much as meeting a talking animal ever is “I might need to see a doctor”). People should be more vary about magpies!
brooked
9 years ago
My mother was prescribed amphetamines in the late 60s after her second pregnancy (got to lose that pesky baby weight!) but luckily quickly stopped taking them because she didn’t like the side effects, particularly the insomnia.
Irene
9 years ago
My mother was prescribed amphetamines DURING two of her pregnancies.
Doh! I didn’t know the amphetamine one was fake. In my defense, there were a lot of really creepy and very very wrong drug ads in those days.
marinerachel
9 years ago
MISANDRY
Penny Psmith
9 years ago
@Oh Hi There – Thanks, it did feel a bit fake and I was wondering. However, “bile beans” (according to Wikipedia, a sort of laxative) sound like an equally bad idea.
Penny Psmith
9 years ago
“Poop your way to thinness!”
(When did people start setting so much weight by bowl regularity? For that matter, when did they – thankfully – stop?)
Lordcrowstaff
9 years ago
I’d take the advice of talking crows any time. In my book, crows, ravens and owls are ok for that sort of thing. I wouldn’t take advice from foxes, though, or cats, much as I love them.
When I saw the headline for this post I thought it was a real headline from one of those ‘let’s bully some dudes with stupid fitness advice’ articles from Return of Kings. In fact, this looks like the kind of advice Matt Forney would push.
Re: teach your wife to be a widow, some of the accounts here are sobering, and reinforce why the MRA theories on marriage, with the women living like obedient children, are so wrong. Though I imagine the Redpillians don’t give a damn what might happen to their wives and families after they’re gone.
Penny Psmith
9 years ago
Crows can learn speech about as well as a parrot can (words and simple phrases, mostly in the form of repetition rather than understanding), so I don’t think that having one speak eloquently enough to give advice is possible without the help of some sort of hallucinogen.
Also, while they are definitely very intelligent birds, I’m not sure how good their advice would be for humans. “Hey! There’s some roadkill two blocks over that’s only half-rotten, come over and grab some! I’ll stand watch for cars and big dogs!”
(When did people start setting so much weight by bowl regularity? For that matter, when did they – thankfully – stop?)
It seems to have been a big thing in the late 19th/ early 20th centuries. My grandmother and her siblings were routinely dosed with senna pods on a Saturday evening, a practice which left her at least with serious GI problems in later life.
There was some basis in fact for this obsession with ones bowels as I believe that the types of food and the preservation techniques in use at the time meant that a lot of peoples’ diets were deficient in soluble fibre. But like in many things, it was taken to ridiculous extremes. The idea of giving a powerful laxative like senna to children would be unthinkable nowadays… though I’m sure there are some idiots out there doing just that because it’s “natural” 🙁
I remember cases in my neighborhood when I was a teenager where women were completely lost when their husbands died.
A friend of my mother’s was in that position when her husband died in his mid 40s. She couldn’t drive. She had no idea where the bank was – he’d used a branch near his work. Their arrangement was that he handled the money and the bills and she got a housekeeping allowance and a clothing allowance for herself and the kids – nothing else.
Apart from dealing with her grief, she basically had a near nervous breakdown every few weeks as she had to find her way to go and pay the bills for power, gas, phone, council rates, water, phone, insurance and all the rest of it – and she had no idea where any of those places were, nor did she know how to use a chequebook. I have no idea how she managed the house payments/transfer of ownership, though I suspect Legacy or her husband’s battalion mates might have helped out there.
Mum was horrified. She wasn’t backward about coming forward to mention it in conversation with neighbours and workmates and people at church. She didn’t want to see anyone else go through that.
Penny Psmith
9 years ago
@catmara –
I’ve heard of that! Or, well, not of senna specifically (I remember hearing of castor oil) but about the general trend. And yeah, I wouldn’t be surprised if some people still used that stuff.
Some years ago, in one of the stores in the Old City (Jerusalem), I actually saw snake oil for sale. Snake oil! I never really thought of it as more than the proverbial “fake medicine sold by charlatans”, but apparently it not only is a real thing, but there is still demand for it in the 21st century. Gotta see if I have that picture online somewhere.
It’s invaluable for when you’ve got a squeaky snake.
Spindrift
9 years ago
@marinerachel “MISANDRY”
You could maybe argue a misandry connection of a sort with kellogg’s corn flakes. Their inventor, John Harvey Kellogg, had the idea that a bland food like corn flakes would decrease or prevent excitement and arousal, and thus keep people from masturbating. He was a strong advocate of male circumcision, also to keep boys from masturbating.
Though from what I’ve read he was rather horrible regarding female sexuality too, so it’s not so much misandry and more of a general belief that sex (masturbation especially) is evil. It’s just that circumcision ended up being popular in the USA and his prescribed methods for dealing with female masturbators didn’t catch on(thank goodness!).
You know the amphetamines one is fake, right?
http://bloximages.newyork1.vip.townnews.com/stltoday.com/content/tncms/assets/v3/editorial/c/93/c93599bc-298b-11e0-8009-0017a4a78c22/4d40858775954.preview-300.jpg
This was funny, though.
Thanks, Mari. Yeah, he did give her the information, and he never came near those omg situations you remember from your neighborhood. Not have mom’s name on accounts, deeds, registrations, and such? That would have been unthinkable for him, even if her involvement was only signing where he said sign.
I have to admit, the situation had a salutary effect on my relationship with my son’s SO. I’ve been adamant that they be transparent with each other in all financial situations, and she’s said that theirs is the first relationship she’s had in which there have been few (and only minor) arguments about money. I guess an MRA might see my insistence as a chapter in the book Teach Your Wife to Divorce You and Take Everything Since She Knows About It, but the evidence so far is falling into the fewer arguments, greater trust, and realistic expectations categories.
Not completely sure about this, but apparently there is a successor product to Phosferine Tonic Wine, called Buckfast Tonic Wine. It’s a fortified wine (12.5% alcohol) with more caffeine than Red Bull. It has a bad reputation in Scotland as the beverage of choice for violent and anti-social young men. The makers took out the cinchona bark and replaced it with caffeine. Sounds like Four Loko in a glass bottle.
@Oh Hi There: CRITICAL BILE BEANS UPDATE:
http://www.ghostsigns.co.uk/2013/06/bile-beans-york-correction-and-update.html
For some reason I always wanted to live in the room with that little window.
Eh… the advice of crows or ravens is alright (well as much as meeting a talking animal ever is “I might need to see a doctor”). People should be more vary about magpies!
My mother was prescribed amphetamines in the late 60s after her second pregnancy (got to lose that pesky baby weight!) but luckily quickly stopped taking them because she didn’t like the side effects, particularly the insomnia.
My mother was prescribed amphetamines DURING two of her pregnancies.
@Irene
Wow, that’s even worse. A lot worse.
Doh! I didn’t know the amphetamine one was fake. In my defense, there were a lot of really creepy and very very wrong drug ads in those days.
MISANDRY
@Oh Hi There – Thanks, it did feel a bit fake and I was wondering. However, “bile beans” (according to Wikipedia, a sort of laxative) sound like an equally bad idea.
“Poop your way to thinness!”
(When did people start setting so much weight by bowl regularity? For that matter, when did they – thankfully – stop?)
I’d take the advice of talking crows any time. In my book, crows, ravens and owls are ok for that sort of thing. I wouldn’t take advice from foxes, though, or cats, much as I love them.
Crows can talk too, to be fair.
When I saw the headline for this post I thought it was a real headline from one of those ‘let’s bully some dudes with stupid fitness advice’ articles from Return of Kings. In fact, this looks like the kind of advice Matt Forney would push.
Re: teach your wife to be a widow, some of the accounts here are sobering, and reinforce why the MRA theories on marriage, with the women living like obedient children, are so wrong. Though I imagine the Redpillians don’t give a damn what might happen to their wives and families after they’re gone.
Crows can learn speech about as well as a parrot can (words and simple phrases, mostly in the form of repetition rather than understanding), so I don’t think that having one speak eloquently enough to give advice is possible without the help of some sort of hallucinogen.
Also, while they are definitely very intelligent birds, I’m not sure how good their advice would be for humans. “Hey! There’s some roadkill two blocks over that’s only half-rotten, come over and grab some! I’ll stand watch for cars and big dogs!”
Penny Psmith:
It seems to have been a big thing in the late 19th/ early 20th centuries. My grandmother and her siblings were routinely dosed with senna pods on a Saturday evening, a practice which left her at least with serious GI problems in later life.
There was some basis in fact for this obsession with ones bowels as I believe that the types of food and the preservation techniques in use at the time meant that a lot of peoples’ diets were deficient in soluble fibre. But like in many things, it was taken to ridiculous extremes. The idea of giving a powerful laxative like senna to children would be unthinkable nowadays… though I’m sure there are some idiots out there doing just that because it’s “natural” 🙁
A friend of my mother’s was in that position when her husband died in his mid 40s. She couldn’t drive. She had no idea where the bank was – he’d used a branch near his work. Their arrangement was that he handled the money and the bills and she got a housekeeping allowance and a clothing allowance for herself and the kids – nothing else.
Apart from dealing with her grief, she basically had a near nervous breakdown every few weeks as she had to find her way to go and pay the bills for power, gas, phone, council rates, water, phone, insurance and all the rest of it – and she had no idea where any of those places were, nor did she know how to use a chequebook. I have no idea how she managed the house payments/transfer of ownership, though I suspect Legacy or her husband’s battalion mates might have helped out there.
Mum was horrified. She wasn’t backward about coming forward to mention it in conversation with neighbours and workmates and people at church. She didn’t want to see anyone else go through that.
@catmara –
I’ve heard of that! Or, well, not of senna specifically (I remember hearing of castor oil) but about the general trend. And yeah, I wouldn’t be surprised if some people still used that stuff.
Some years ago, in one of the stores in the Old City (Jerusalem), I actually saw snake oil for sale. Snake oil! I never really thought of it as more than the proverbial “fake medicine sold by charlatans”, but apparently it not only is a real thing, but there is still demand for it in the 21st century. Gotta see if I have that picture online somewhere.
It’s invaluable for when you’ve got a squeaky snake.
@marinerachel “MISANDRY”
You could maybe argue a misandry connection of a sort with kellogg’s corn flakes. Their inventor, John Harvey Kellogg, had the idea that a bland food like corn flakes would decrease or prevent excitement and arousal, and thus keep people from masturbating. He was a strong advocate of male circumcision, also to keep boys from masturbating.
Though from what I’ve read he was rather horrible regarding female sexuality too, so it’s not so much misandry and more of a general belief that sex (masturbation especially) is evil. It’s just that circumcision ended up being popular in the USA and his prescribed methods for dealing with female masturbators didn’t catch on(thank goodness!).
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Harvey_Kellogg , TW for talk of genital mutilation.
@Alan: Not gonna start messing with blockquotes without a preview function, but… ha! (wink wink nudge nudge, squeaky snake eh, saynomore, saynomore, knowhatImean)
Found the picture! It’s sold as a “hair repair” product, apparently.
http://images54.fotki.com/v451/filexQw0/78671/5/537586/1923712/DSCF1953.jpg
Sometimes a parrot talks!
The figures in “Teach Your Wife to Be A Widow” are giving me a major Moral Orel flashback.