#Disinheritance

[words-and-coffee]

I can’t imagine it: her face. I was born and she was already gone. I was born, and my grandmother was already wed and lifted and left alone with eight children and so much of the story already nothing. So yes, I feel most like my grandmother when someone is scraping my name out of me. I feel most like my grandmother’s mother when I’m already gone. When I’m peeled down to my seam. When I lift my skin and smell—nothing. No rot. No story. Not even the emptiness of salt.

Franny Choi, The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On - Disinheritance

[remembertheplunge]

The film broke

Joshua Prager collected descriptions of life from age 0 to 100 and included them in a book called “100 Years”.

Below is the description for age 60 and my margin resulting margin notes:

“It got harder and harder to feel indispensable at age sixty."

Tom Wolfe, A Man in Full

My margin notes follow:

1  2/4/2018

.During my 60th year, June 20 2015-June 20, 2016, Their world began to fall away and the mystery began to show itself. 

2. 2/24/2018

My  younger sister Zoe turns 60 today.

There is an odd falling feel to it.

Zoe. 60?

I’d like to share it with my brother, Dan.

But, he has amputated the phenomenon and cauterized the wound.

Period.

End of entry

Note:

When our sister Zoe died in 2023, I was aware again that the phenomenon of our sister’s death could not be shared with Dan.

A series of negative family related events ending in my sister and I being disinherited in  2012, led me to break off communication with my younger brother Dan. The film of our story broke and the theater went dark. But, the part of my being where relationship never ends longs to know what Dan would have said about Zoe turning 60 or about her death. There is an endless aching left in the absence created by a truncated relationship.

[jonathanmoya1955]

I Can Never Write Like My Mother

Am I left loving what my mother couldn’t? — writing on patchouli scented paper — words doused in sweet musky earth — unsent letters, all sweet and spicyI laid the stems of letters across wet pages—but they did not take— failed to bloom—I tired of the scent— wished for the beautiful unadorned line— divorcedfrom all paper scratchings. ————Now—I only write with the clicking turned off—the rat-a-tat…

[bodybybane]

‘Payment for my silence’: Brooklyn writer lost out on a $350K inheritance from father — how to handle disinheritance https://finance.yahoo.com/news/payment-silence-brooklyn-writer-lost-105000331.html

[thellawtoknow]

Disinheriting A Child

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[cadillacjohnf1]

"I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse"

[glitter-stained]

Saw someone say the red bat on Jason's chest looked like a brand and I can't stop thinking about that, I think it should actually be. That thing's got metal, right? Heat it or burn it or something and make it a bat-shaped brand into his chest. I think it would be fun. It's the unfairness of it all. Your father can disown you but you cannot disown him. You put the branding iron on yourself. There's no escaping being your father's son.

[silvyavan]

I think what really hits this chapter about Zanka is the fact that it solidifies that he was THE black sheep of the family.

Like, the whole flashback of his wanting to be seen as a genius becomes more heartbreaking because he's a painfully average teen in a family of Cop and FBI Prodigies. His dad's the mayor/owner of his hometown, his mom is essentially the big boss, his sister and brother are both heads of the terrorist crackdown group.

And Zanka is just a teen who wants to fit in his own family by being exceptional.

No wonder he's so attached to Enjin and his Average Joe namesake, it's probably the first time an adult made him feel okay about not being exceptional or special.

And hearing that he got DISINHERITED??? DISOWNED EVEN??? Who suggested this, who allowed this even. Zanka is the family baby, who even let this happen.

Makes you wonder if he's trying to get power because he wants to prove them wrong or because he wants them to accept him.

[warrioreowynofrohan]

I’ve seen polls before on which of the male leads in Austen novels makes the biggest Dramatic Action, but I’m going to try coming at things from a different perspective. (Not all of these relate to the lead couples, or even the end couples! they’re the relationship-related actions of the male leads that I think it would be hardest to do.)

[words-and-coffee]

I feel most like my grandmother when someone is scraping my name out of me. I feel most like my grandmother’s mother when I’m already gone. When I’m peeled down to my seam. When I lift my skin and smell—nothing. No rot. No story. Not even the emptiness of salt.

Franny Choi, The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On - Disinheritance

[remembertheplunge]

Pluto mission starts today. 9 year mission. 2015.

1/19/2006. Thursday. 12:29pm

I slept off and on last night from 9pm to 5:15 am or so. My stomach was odd, leading to strong, lost, homesick bad dreams. One dream was about my parent’s home, my childhood home, in Atwater , California. In the dream, the house was falling apart and down into a large ravine like basement beneath it.I was preparing to move away from the house  when this happened.

Just dusk. 5:46pm

Talked to mom. She flys out to see her sister Blanche tomorrow. Mary drives her to the Fresno airport. Mary and Dan pick her up. Blanche, my mother’s oldest sister, will move to Omaha to be near relatives. (Blanche was born in 1914).

Wilson Picket died today. 1941-2006.  He co- wrote the song “In the midnight hour”.

Pluto mission starts today. 9 year flight. 2015. On board are the ashes of the man who discovered Pluto in 1930.

Note

The Pluto mission was called New Horizon’s. It was the first mission to the Pluto System and the Kuiper belt. It’s closest approach to Pluto was on July 14, 2015.

The Pluto mission was kind of like the journal mission. The journal carries the ashes of the past into the future where they are revived, reinterpreted and transform the present.

Regarding my dream about my parent’s house, it’s interesting that within 6 years , it would “come true”. The house and the warmth and security it once represented fell into the ravine of family division and disinheritance.

“In the midnight hour” is one of my favorite treadmill songs now. I treadmill 35 minutes a day. Often, I do it to 1960’s music.

Blanche moved into a retirement home in Omaha. In October 2006, I flew back to Lincoln and Omaha for a family reunion (my mom’ s family). We had lunch  with Blanche there at the retirement home.  Growing up, I always felt close to Blanche. After the disinheritance, I cut off communication with the family including Blanche. I learned about a year ago from cousin Debbie that Blanche died. I think she was close to 100 when she died. She had been a nurse in the Navy(?) and had served as a nurse during WWII in Europe. She never married and had no children.

[jonathanmoya1955]

Little Father

Because I can not bury my father in the skyI burn him and spread his ashes on the ground.He loved birds yet did not feed them crumbs—jut caught them in the color of their being.He would watch the mower plow the field,watch the hand fill the feeders with seedfeeling the tranquility of the man-made ponddrift towards him as he pulled the blanket from his chin and felt the breeze ruffle his…

[daeneryscel]

the same people capable of clocking that the phrase ‘sharply questioned’ means torture are now the ones suddenly incapable of understanding that being ‘touched’ in the medieval era means penis in vagina sex NOT ‘oh they kissed each other/played with each other uwu’ even if that is still damaging because of how deep chastity culture had rotted into that society; it was not what alicent was asking about in the courtyard.

rhaenyra did *not* lie to alicent when she said that daemon ‘had never touched her’ and regardless she didn’t owe alicent the truth anyway. they had only just -sort of- reconciled earlier in the day and hadn’t been friends for years at this point + alicent came to her extremely aggressive; mocking targaryen customs and making it clear that whatever rhaenyra said in defense of herself she would be ridiculed and shamed *by alicent* in response. it’s why rhaenyra’s initial tune of wariness changed to outright defensiveness.

rhaenyra’s position at court was unstable and she understood that not only was alicent otto’s creature through and through (whether she wanted to be or not) she knew they were actively working to install aegon as heir over her. meaning she made it a priority to save herself from the accusations taking place against her. that is not a bad thing, and it wasn’t used in a malicious way against alicent. please use your brains 🫶

[lyrakanefanatic]

imagine how op grayson’s and jameson’s college admission essays were. like with their piles and piles of trauma (and last name ☠️) they probably got in without a moments hesitation.

[coochiequeens]

‘100% feminist’: how Eleanor Rathbone invented child benefit – and changed women’s lives for ever

She was an MP and author with a formidable reputation, fighting for the rights of women and refugees, and opposing the appeasement of Hitler. Why isn’t she better known today?

Ladies please reblog to give her the recognition she deserves

By Susanna Rustin Thu 4 Jul 2024

My used copy of the first edition of The Disinherited Family arrives in the post from a secondhand bookseller in Lancashire. A dark blue hardback inscribed with the name of its first owner, Miss M Marshall, and the year of publication, 1924, it cost just £12.99. I am not a collector of old tomes but am thrilled to have this one. It has a case to be considered among the most important feminist economics books ever written.

Its centenary has so far received little, if any, attention. Yet the arguments it sets out are the reason nearly all mothers in the UK receive child benefit from the government. Its author, Eleanor Rathbone, was one of the most influential women in politics in the first half of the 20th century. She led the National Union of Societies for Equal Citizenship (Nusec, the main suffragist organisation, also formerly known as the National Union of Women Suffrage Societies) from 1919, when Millicent Fawcett stood down, until the roughly five million women who were not enfranchised in 1918 gained the vote 10 years later. In 1929, aged 57, she became an MP, and remained in parliament until her death in 1946. While there, she built up a formidable reputation based on her advocacy for women’s rights, welfare reform and the rights of refugees, and her opposition to the appeasement of Hitler.

It would not be true to say that Eleanor Rathbone has been forgotten. Her portrait by James Gunn hangs in the National Portrait Gallery. Twenty years ago she was the subject of a fine biography and she is remembered at Somerville college, Oxford – where she studied in the 1890s and ran a society called the Associated Prigs. (While the name was a joke, Rathbone did have a priggish side – as well as being an original thinker, tremendous campaigner, and stubborn, sensitive personality.) She also features in Rachel Reeves’s book The Women Who Made Modern Economics, although Reeves – who hopes shortly to become the UK’s first female chancellor – pays more attention to her contemporary, Beatrice Webb.

A thrilling tome … The Disinherited Family by Eleanor Rathbone. Photograph: Alicia Canter/The Guardian

But Rathbone, who came from a wealthy dynasty of nonconformist merchants, does not have anything like the name-recognition of the Pankhursts or Millicent Fawcett, or of pioneering politicians including Nancy Astor and Ellen Wilkinson. Nor does she enjoy the cachet of writers such as Virginia Woolf, whose polemic about women’s opportunities, A Room of One’s Own, was published five years after Rathbone’s magnum opus.

There are many reasons for Rathbone’s relative obscurity. One is that she was the first woman elected to parliament as an independent (and one of a handful of men at the time). Thus there is no political party with an interest in turning her into an icon. Having spent the past three years writing a book about the British women’s movement, I am embarrassed to admit that when I started, I didn’t know who she was.

Rathbone was not the first person to propose state benefits paid to mothers. The endowment of motherhood or family allowances, as the policy was known, was written about by the Swedish feminist Ellen Key, and tried out as a project of the Fabian Women’s Group, who published their findings in a pamphlet in 1912. But Rathbone pushed the idea to the forefront. A first attempt to get Nusec to adopt it was knocked back in 1921, and she then spent three years conducting research. The title she gave the book she produced, The Disinherited Family, reflected her view that women and children were being deprived of their rightful share of the country’s wealth.

The problem, as she saw it, was one of distribution. While the wage system in industrialised countries treated all workers on a given pay grade the same, some households needed more money than others. While unions argued for higher wages across the board, Rathbone believed the state should supplement the incomes of larger families. She opened the book with an archly phrased rhetorical question: “Whether there is any subject in the world of equal importance that has received so little consideration as the economic status of the family?” She went on to accuse economists of behaving as if they were “self-propagating bachelors” – so little did the lives of mothers appear to interest them.

Rathbone’s twin aims were to end wives’ dependence on husbands and reward their domestic labour. Family allowances paid directly to them could either be spent on housekeeping or childcare, enabling them to go out to work. Ellen Wilkinson, the radical Labour MP for Middlesbrough (and future minister for education), was among early supporters. William Beveridge read the book when he was director of the London School of Economics, declared himself a convert and introduced one of the first schemes of family-linked payments for his staff.

But others were strongly opposed. Conservative objections to such a radical expansion of the state were predictable. But they were echoed by liberal feminists including Millicent Fawcett, who called the plan “a step in the direction of practical socialism”. Trade unions preferred to push for a living wage, while some male MPs thought the policy undermined the role of men as breadwinners. Labour and the Trades Union Congress (TUC) finally swung behind family allowances in 1942. As the war drew to a close, Rathbone led a backbench rebellion against ministers who wanted to pay the benefit to fathers instead.

Rathbone celebrates the Silver Jubilee of the Women’s Vote in London, 20 February 1943. Photograph: Picture Post/Getty Images

It is for this signature policy that she is most often remembered today. At a time when hundreds of thousands of children have been pushed into poverty by the two-child limit on benefit payments, Rathbone’s advocacy on behalf of larger families could hardly be more relevant. The limit, devised by George Osborne, applies to universal and child tax credits – and not child benefit itself. But Rishi Sunak’s government announced changes to the latter in this year’s budget. From 2026, eligibility will be assessed on a household rather than individual basis. This is intended to limit payments to better-off, dual-income families. But the UK Women’s Budget Group and others have objected on grounds that child benefit should retain its original purpose of directly remunerating primary carers (the vast majority of them mothers) for the work of rearing children. It remains to be seen whether this plan will be carried through by the next government.

Rathbone once told the House of Commons she was “100% feminist”, and few MPs have been as single-minded in their commitment to women’s causes. As president of Nusec (the law-abiding wing of the suffrage campaign), she played a vital role in finishing the job of winning votes for women.

The last few years have seen a resurgence of interest in women’s suffrage, partly due to the centenary of the first women’s suffrage act. Thanks to a brilliant campaign by Caroline Criado Perez, a statue of Millicent Fawcett, the nonmilitant suffragist leader, now stands in Westminster, a few minutes walk from the bronze memorial of Emmeline Pankhurst erected in 1930. Suffragette direct action has long been a source of fascination. What is less well known is that militants played little part in the movement after 1918. It was law-abiding constitutionalists – suffragists rather than suffragettes – who pushed through the 1920s to win votes for the younger and poorer women who did not yet have them. Rathbone helped lead this final phase of the campaign, along with Conservative MP Nancy Astor and others.

Rathbone was highly critical of the militants, and once claimed that they “came within an inch of wrecking the suffrage movement, perhaps for a generation”. Today, with climate groups including Just Stop Oil copying the suffragette tactic of vandalising paintings, it is worth remembering that many women’s suffrage campaigners opposed such methods.

Schismatic though it was, the suffrage movement at least had a shared goal. An even greater challenge for feminists in the 1920s was agreeing on future priorities. Equal pay, parental rights and an end to the sexual double standard were among demands that had broad support. After the arrival in the House of Commons of the first female MPs, legislative successes included the removal of the bar on women’s entry to the professions, new rights for mothers and widows’ pensions. But there were also fierce disagreements.

Tensions between class and sexual politics were longstanding, with some on the left regarding feminism as a distraction. The Labour MP Marion Phillips, for example, thought membership of single-sex groups placed women “in danger of getting their political opinions muddled”. There was also renewed conflict over protective legislation – the name given to employment laws that differentiated between men and women. While such measures included maternity leave and safety rules for pregnant women, many feminists believed their true purpose was to keep jobs for men – and prevent female workers from competing.

Underlying such arguments was the question of whether women, once enfranchised, should strive for equal treatment, or push for measures designed to address their specific needs. As the debate grew more heated, partisans on either side gave themselves the labels of “old” and “new” feminists. While the former, also called equalitarians, wanted to focus on the obstacles that prevented women from participating in public life on the same terms as men, the new feminists led by Rathbone sought to pioneer an innovative, woman-centred politics. Since this brought to the fore issues such as reproductive health and mothers’ poverty, it is known as “maternalist feminism”.

Rathbone and other Liverpool suffragettes campaigning in 1910. Photograph: Shawshots/Alamy

The faultline extended beyond Britain. But Rathbone and her foes had some of the angriest clashes. At one international convention, Lady Rhondda, a wealthy former suffragette, used a speech to deride rivals who chose to “putter away” at welfare work, instead of the issues she considered important.

The specific policy points at issue have, of course, changed over the past century. But arguments about how much emphasis feminists should place on biological differences between men and women carry on.

Eleanor Rathbone did not live long enough to see the welfare state, including child benefit paid to mothers, take root in postwar Britain. Her election to parliament coincided with the Depression, and the lengthening shadows of fascism and nazism meant that she, like her colleagues, became preoccupied with foreign affairs. In the general election of 1935, the number of female MPs fell from 15 to nine, meaning Rathbone’s was one of just a handful of women’s voices. She used hers to oppose the policy of appeasement, and support the rights of refugees, including those escaping Franco’s Spain. During the war she helped run an extra-parliamentary “woman-power committee”, which advocated for female workers.

She also became a supporter of Indian women’s rights, though her liberal imperialism led to tensions with Indian feminists. During the war she angered India’s most eminent writer, Rabindranath Tagore, and its future prime minister, Jawaharlal Nehru, when she attacked the Congress party’s policy of noncooperation with Britain’s war effort. Tagore criticised what he called the “sheer insolent self-complacency” of her demand that the anti-colonial struggle should be set aside while Britain fought Germany.

Rathbone turned down a damehood. After their first shared house in Westminster was bombed, she and her life partner, the Scottish social worker Elizabeth Macadam, moved around the corner to a flat on Tufton Street (Macadam destroyed their letters, meaning that Rathbone’s intimate life remains obscure, but historians believe the relationship was platonic). From there they moved to a larger, quieter house in Highgate. On 2 January 1946, Rathbone suddenly died.

Rathbone’s blue plaque at Tufton Court. Photograph: PjrPlaques/Alamy

A blue plaque on Tufton Street commemorates her as the “pioneer of family allowances” – providing an alternative claim on posterity for an address more commonly associated with the Brexit campaign, since a house a few doors down became its headquarters. She is remembered, too, in Liverpool, where her experience of dispersing welfare to desperately poor soldiers’ wives in the first world war changed the course of her life, and where one of her former homes is being restored by the university.

I don’t believe in ghosts. But walking in Westminster recently, I imagined her hastening across St James’s Park to one of her meetings at Nancy Astor’s house near the London Library. Today, suffragettes are celebrated for their innovative direct action. But Rathbone blazed a trail, too, with her dedication as a campaigner, writer, lobbyist and “100% feminist” parliamentarian.

 Sexed: A History of British Feminism by Susanna Rustin is published by Polity Press (£20). To support the Guardian order your copy at guardianbookshop.com. Delivery charges may apply

[noctusfury]

What if Snotlout Had Lost the Thawfest Games? (HTTYD Theory)

Well met, my fellow Furians! Welcome to another HTTYD post! Today, we'll be doing another Snotlout post, and today's topic is about something that I've had for a long time but am only now writing about.

What would happen if Hiccup had won? And what would happen if Snotlout had lost the Thawfest Games?

I had watched the "Thawfest" episode multiple times and every time I did, I had always asked myself these two questions.

And, of course, every time I watched this, this scene would pop up:

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Spitelout: Did you ever hear the story of when I almost lost the Thawfest Games?

Snotlout: No. I never did.

Spitelout: That's right. Because IT NEVER HAPPENED!!!

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Spitelout: No Jorgenson has ever come close to losing the Thawfest Games. Don't you be the first.

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This scene was interesting. Not only does it reek of fanatic Sports Dad vibes, but he's also threatening Snotlout and demanding that he comes out on top.

Personally, I highly doubt that the Jorgensons have won EVERY SINGLE Thawfest Games in Berk's history. I suspect this is just a myth stated in Spitelout's delusional grandeur to spur Snotlout into winning the games. What I DO believe, however, is that Spitelout has won every Thawfest Game in HIS youth, as Snotlout has. Maybe even their grandfather??? I don't know. We know next to nothing about Berkian history, so it's all speculation and headcanons for us weebs. 🤓😢

Needless to say, Snotlout is under a lot of pressure, and Spitelout is in a stormy mood at the moment. And his threat to his son seemed to imply that, should Snotlout lose, all Helheim would break loose.

Now, what would this entail?

Well, if you want to keep it PG-13: grounding, spanking, taking his favorite weapons, throwing all his medals in the trash... anything petty that I can see Spitelout doing.

If you want it dark and edgy: abuse, disinheritance, or even disownment.

Now, you're probably thinking, what's the difference between being disinherited and disowned? Simple: being disinherited means losing your piece of the pie in the family's wealth. And since Snotlout was the only son, he'd get the lion's share of it as the next Head of the family. Being disowned means the complete severing of familial ties and Snotlout would no longer be a Jorgenson and wouldn't have a family cell to support him; he'd be left to his own devices. In Viking society, that is a BIG deal.

Now, would Spitelout even go as far as to disinherit or even disown his own son? Mmm... unlikely. As far as we know, Snotlout is the only male in Spitelout's core family, so unless Spitelout hands the heir title over to a relative, it's doubtful that Spitelout would even do such a thing even if he were super furious. Plus, I also doubt that Snotlout's mother would allow Spitelout to go that far.

So honestly, abuse would be the more likely outcome, and could explain Snotlout looking to be in utter terror in this next scene:

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Snotlout: [Whimpers] I can't lose. I can't lose. I can't lose, I can't lose!

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Of course, I could very well be wrong and Spitelout WOULD disinherit or disown his son. We just don't know since that event never happened and Hiccup stupidly gave up his winning spot for the idiot.

Now, here's my headcanon.

My Headcanon

Snotlout loses the Thawfest Games, and Hiccup becomes the winner, being the first person in decades who's not a Jorgenson to win the Thawfest Medal.

Snotlout is then left to deal with the thundering storm that is his father, Spitelout, who storms off back to their Hall. When evening falls, Snotlout deals with Spitelout's curses, tirades, and physical and verbal abuse.

Hookfang, seeing that his master is being harmed by his father comes to the rescue and attacks Spitelout, either injuring him or even killing him.

Because of this incident, Snotlout is forced to leave Berk in exile with Hookfang until things can be settled. Which kinda fits the theme of the "Cast Out" episodes in Defenders of Berk.

Conclusion

So yeah, that's my theory and headcanon. What do you guys think? Think any of this is possible? Or do you have your own theories and headcanons? Please share! I can't wait to see what you guys come up with! 😀

Thanks for reading this and I hope you have a marvelous Wednesday!

Long Live the Night!

— Noctus Fury