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trenchkamenYou guys.
It's a Lampent plush. With a pumpkin.
I... I have no words for how much I need this in my life. For a reasonable price.
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Oh, and, uh, Happy 9/11. I guess. Is that what we're saying now?
I was in 8th grade, having just moved here from Texas, and watched the second tower fall on the little cathode ray TV in my sister's room. Arizona was on Pacific Time during September, so the first tower fell when most of us were still asleep. Went to my personal hell of a middle school, because I had to make a show of normalcy or bravery or something (this made sense at the time, because it is what a Prince would do), even though I was one of FOUR students who showed up in my homeroom. We watched the news all day on those lovely TVs Channel One put in every classroom so they could advertise moar Coke products and Sketchers during school hours.
9/11 was horrible. I'm not debating that. I can't imagine the terror and pain the victims went through, as well as their families. But far more than 3,000 people die each day from starvation, disease, war, neglect, straight-up murder, etc, around the world (and in America), but it isn't stamped into our cultural consciousness because it isn't nearly as theatrical, isn't a direct attack on 'merica, and isn't on the news. And there isn't anybody to blame in a natural disaster but your gods and, if you're astute, the humans who might have done some shoddy planning for such disasters. Or who might have changed the climate, but you can't establish direct culpability in each incidence, and natural disasters have been happening since long before the industrial age.
We should reserve some of our outrage and altruism for the tragedies permeating humankind every single day.
It's a Lampent plush. With a pumpkin.
I... I have no words for how much I need this in my life. For a reasonable price.
-------------
Oh, and, uh, Happy 9/11. I guess. Is that what we're saying now?
I was in 8th grade, having just moved here from Texas, and watched the second tower fall on the little cathode ray TV in my sister's room. Arizona was on Pacific Time during September, so the first tower fell when most of us were still asleep. Went to my personal hell of a middle school, because I had to make a show of normalcy or bravery or something (this made sense at the time, because it is what a Prince would do), even though I was one of FOUR students who showed up in my homeroom. We watched the news all day on those lovely TVs Channel One put in every classroom so they could advertise moar Coke products and Sketchers during school hours.
9/11 was horrible. I'm not debating that. I can't imagine the terror and pain the victims went through, as well as their families. But far more than 3,000 people die each day from starvation, disease, war, neglect, straight-up murder, etc, around the world (and in America), but it isn't stamped into our cultural consciousness because it isn't nearly as theatrical, isn't a direct attack on 'merica, and isn't on the news. And there isn't anybody to blame in a natural disaster but your gods and, if you're astute, the humans who might have done some shoddy planning for such disasters. Or who might have changed the climate, but you can't establish direct culpability in each incidence, and natural disasters have been happening since long before the industrial age.
We should reserve some of our outrage and altruism for the tragedies permeating humankind every single day.
