#cursive discourse

[maureen-corpse]

I saw this post and immediately knew I was not going to reblog it because this ridiculous assertion was at the top, and then I remembered that I could screenshot and submerge. I feel better now I think

[achillesuwu]

Random thought but I see a lot of discourse about cursive on the English side of internet and I just noticed that one of the reason why many Americans may find it useless is because their average of bilingualism is low.

Like, I’m not saying that you need cursive to learn another language or for it to be to a level that is pretty good (being able to listen to song, being able to watch movies,… basically enjoying a language from afar and even then you may have an hard time to enjoy fully some things)

I’m just saying that for exemple french speaker of Europe do not write in anything but cursive. Same for Dutch. Etc so if you want to be fully able to navigate (arguably you can still do well enough) in those countries you will have to be able to at least somewhat read it and if you want to studies there you NEED to be able to read it. Same for many job if you want to work there. Same for legal thing : if you get into an accident, you better know how to read what the other person is writing on their accident rapport for their insurance etc

Many thing are done by computer but everything that is handwritten is in cursive.

[helmarok]

since it's a bit of a mini discussion rn... i don't like female jesse's voice acting. while cat taber was able to do SOME emotional scenes well, she falls flat. like a lot. like she sounds like a disney channel actress more often than not. and that's not to say patton oswalt's performance doesn't have flaws, because it does, but his feels like someone who knows what they're doing vs cat taber who sounds like, again, a disney channel actress. and her performance also makes female jesse seem a different personality from male. which isn't a huge deal but there is supposed to be like, no difference. like when they put the warning sign for the heckmouth down, jesse's response to the situation as a whole is wildly different, like female jesse should've been just as unhinged about it and i dislike how calm and collected she is vs the male one. you know, all that + the zionism thing.

[tumblezwei]

Arcane fandom on twitter so bad it's making me actively dislike talking about Vi

[itsdetachable]

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[pansexual-nightmares-are-fun]

sup bro is me how's it going :3

fancy words heheh :3

Jokes on you dumbass (affectionate) I’m the only gen Z who uses cursive so that’s just normal words to me

Anyways I’m good

[vriskarlmarx]

The couple functions as both the problem and its solution. If not this one, she just needs another boyfriend, one that will treat her better. A woman may feel the nausea of ambivalence, of being caught between obsession with phallic power and revulsion from it. She does not know which is greater, the melancholia of the couple or the melancholia of denouncing it as a social form. Most opt for the sadness of the couple over the alienation of being cut loose from its grasp. Capital lends a shoulder at every turn, suggesting you watch a rom com with your girlfriends when heartbroken or providing endless ways to personalize your wedding dress. Similar to the framework of electoral politics that limits the scope of critique to the wrong people being in office, the couple-form attributes women’s problems to dating the wrong man rather than to the couple itself. As long as she stays invested in the idea of romantic love as salvation, as the guiding principle against isolation and towards fulfillment, she remains tied to the couple-form.

As another facet of the couple-as-solution, the discourses surrounding austerity measures and neoliberal restructuring frame the couple as a remedy for poverty. One reads tales of young people shifting between poverty and prison as a result of single parenting, especially absent fathers, as if the restitution of the couple could remedy the poverty and structural racism produced by capitalism. State bureaucrats tell women that the couple and the family that it anchors have replaced social assistance programs: you don’t need help with childcare or food stamps; you need a man! The surest way out of poverty is to get married! While many women might never have access to employment, those who do work for a wage face a gendered discrepancy in earnings, likely forcing them to rely on male wages to support their children. These economic mechanisms preserve the vehemence of the couple-form as a trap for women within capitalism, which masks unwaged labor as acts of love and care.

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The logic of the couple penetrates queer relationships as well as straight ones. Homonormativity and gay assimilation have fashioned queer relationships in the shape of straight coupledom. Rather than a subversion of heterosexual social relations, assimilationist, liberal homosexuals have fought for the right to fit into the logic of the couple — to get married, to wear a wedding dress, to create familial nuclei able to protect property relations. Homosexuals perpetuate heterosexual norms and phallocracy through categorizations and role-play, which further codify desires and constitute sex within the logic of phallic centrality and authority. Same sex couples do not escape either the territoriality imposed on desire or the couple’s reinforcement and faithfulness to repressive social relations.

Dismantling the logic of the couple does not indicate distaste for love, but rather a critique of directing love towards a specific object. One must contextualize the couple-form within patriarchy, as so-called ‘love’ arrives to us through the apparatus of gender. Denouncing the couple does not mean shunning giddiness, love letters written in tiny cursive with quill pens, or the feeling of the sidewalk being a trampoline. Rather, critiquing the couple involves an analysis of the way that patriarchy has recuperated women’s desire for solidarity, for intimacy, for excitement, for negation, for the event into a consolidation of phallic power and the accumulation of capital.

Who would not arrive at this conclusion: patriarchy and capitalism thwart any possibility to love in a way that liberates oneself from the logic of the couple or from one’s own oppression. To liberate love necessarily involves the abolition of patriarchy and capitalism. One cannot opt in or out of these structural relations, and the struggle against them will be a collective, historical project.

In this pathetic, stillborn world, we do have feelings. Sometimes we look at someone and think we are in love with them. We must crush the illusion that romance is or will be an avenue for liberation.

Against the Couple Form, Clémence X Clementine and Associates from the Infinite Venom Girl Gang

[chilling-seavey]

The Lights of my Hometown (cl16)

↳ Timeless: F1 Grid Masterlist

↳ Summary: In neutral Monaco, Charles is watching the Great War unfold from the newspaper. Life feels so normal; but nothing is normal anymore.

↳ Title Song: The Lights of my Hometown by the Peerless Quartet (1916)

↳ Word Count: 1.0k

↳ A/N: Pretend all dialogue etc. in this is in French. I didn't want to make you all read poorly google-translated French so just pretend its, like, dubbed or something LOL

↳ Warnings: Wartime discourse, descriptions of loss of loved ones, grief, and characters being blind to the true horrors of war.

September 1916

The crackle of the phonograph harmonized with the beautiful notes of the soprano that spilled from its horn. In the parlour of the Monte Carlo apartment, Charles sat comfortably on the chesterfield with his cup of tea and the morning paper in hand. The Journal de Monaco was one of the prime connections to the ongoing war in Europe and, every morning, Charles took to its pages to follow the happenings on the Western and Eastern fronts. In the comfort of his apartment amongst the joyous sounds of his favourite records, in the neutrality of Monaco, he knew he held a luxury most men in Europe no longer had.

Some of the Monegasque men traveled to France at the start of the war to fight for the French army, not wanting to sit idle by while the rest of the world fought for freedom in Europe. Charles’ elder brother was amongst these rare few; wanting to follow in their father’s footsteps and fight heroically in battles for the greater good. Their father had been killed in the Second Boer War just before the turn of the century and his honour lived on in the hearts of his three sons; his dedication to his family and to Europe. 

Their mother had pleaded with her eldest son not to volunteer his life for a war that their tiny Principality was not a part of, but perhaps he was just as headstrong as their late father. Charles, although old enough to enlist in the French army as well, chose to stay home and take care of their mother and their younger brother. It wasn’t a decision made from cowardice, although no one in Monaco thought it to be such. They were all perfect content in their familiar comforts amongst their national neutrality. 

“Sir,” the butler then stepped into the room, addressing Charles who, for the time being, was the man of the house. Atop his gloved hand was a silver tray, “the post has been delivered.”

“Ah, splendid,” Charles folded his newspaper and leaned forward to set it on the coffee table, turning his full attention to the man as he approached. 

The butler lowered the silver tray on which two envelopes sat, stamped and addressed to ‘Monsieur C. Leclerc’ in the senders’ cursive scrawl. Charles picked up the envelopes and thanked the butler, dismissing him in doing so, and then he settled back against the chesterfield. 

With his mother upstairs with her lady's maid getting ready for the day, Charles took it upon himself to open his brother’s letter first with a sharp swipe of his letter opener along the top of the envelope. He read the contents carefully, having had plenty of practice dodging the mud splotches and water stains that came from the trenches over in northern France. He could tell through his way of writing that his brother’s spirits were low; morale of the Western Front struggling as the Great War raged onto the end of its second year. 

Just then, Charles’ younger brother, Arthur, came prancing into the parlour, draping himself over the back of the chesterfield as if to read over Charles’ shoulder, inquiring without so much as a ‘good morning, “A letter from Lorenzo?”

“Yes,” Charles, having finished reading, held up the folded parchment to him to take, “he is still in the Somme.”

“A pity,” Arthur tutted, placing himself in the armchair in the corner of the room to read.

Charles then moved onto his second letter, tearing open the envelope with his letter opener and pulling out the parchment. He had figured this letter would be from his dearest friend, Pierre, whom he met when he studied abroad in Paris back in 1908. Pierre had been serving in the French air force throughout the war, always keeping Charles up to date on the gossip rather than the news—what things they did to German prisoners for a bit of a laugh or which soldier got a disease from a night at the local brothel.

Instead, Charles was startled by the shockingly clean and proper parchment that was pulled from the envelope; a striking difference to the usual muddied and crumpled papers that came from the front lines. Under a furrowed brow, he began to read,

‘Dear Charles, I am writing to you on behalf of our darling Pierre, with whom you were dearest of friends. We received a notice from the Minister of Militia yesterday that our darling boy had been killed in action a fortnight ago. His plane was shot down over enemy lines and, later, recovered by our troops to be buried at the front. Our hearts are crushed by this tragedy and the only thought that God wanted him home can, in a measure, bring us consolation, although I feel as if we will never get over the loss of our baby boy.  Thank you for being a true friend to our Pierre. He always spoke so highly of you. If you ever find yourself in Normandy, please pay us a visit. May God comfort and bless you. Yours sincerely,  M & Mme J Gasly’

Charles sat there for a moment, the letter clutched in his hands. He stared at the words, re-read them, trying to make sense of an announcement that felt so unreal. It couldn’t be true; he had just received a letter from Pierre the week before and he had sent one back. Had Pierre never received his letter then? Did he even know how much he meant to Charles? 

Charles slowly tore his eyes away from the letter and looked out over the harbour and the glistening waters of the Mediterranean. The sky was a brilliant blue, the sea was sparkling, and Monaco was at peace. Life went about as normal. 

Life in Monaco went about as normal while men were dying in sodden battlefields up north.

Life in Monaco went about as normal while Pierre was dying in sodden battlefields up north.

Charles didn’t wipe away the tear that slipped down his cheek. 

Grief weighed heavy on his heart and, in that moment, like a child once more, he could only beg fruitlessly to God for his brother to come home safely.

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[clio164]

Here is my contribution to the current political discourse. This whole phrase has been going through my head since January. I made this on procreate with..... tooo .... many frames. It is a little shaky here since I had to put it into another video production software to make the thing work correctly.

On style choices, this is based off of the Bauhaus styling that was later outlawed and disbanded by the Nazis during WWII. I hand wrote the text based off of the Bailey Method of Penmanship, circum 1929. I wanted something that was somewhat time period appropriate. I decided to not use the Kurrent cursive because it is hard to read, and I felt it wouldn't really translate well into English.

In strange news, I realized that there is a max number of about 135 layers can be possible in a procreate file.

Please share this around for those that need a little bit of a reminder from the past. I would really love for this one to escape the tumblr verse into the main stream.

[redbo-and-simbo]

Greetings, AJ the Bold. Are you well?

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(//ooc. Names, names, but from who? And where? Discourse in the Discord... What's important and what is not? Strayed from the path...but were you ever really on it? Questions, questions....the cursive ask us too; 'Greetings AJ the Bold. Are you well?' Cuz look man i wanna keep doing this and the redbo conversation looping too much so that option is burning down. Keep thinking, keep trying.....you'll get there!)

Oh, full name, okay-

I'm about as decent I can be with..everything going on. You're a new one. I think. What's up with you?

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[dipperscavern]

this dany discourse is actually insane. you didn’t even say anything crazy im crying what is happening can people chill out

no coz seriously i am a hardcore dany girl but i also understand that people are allowed to have their own opinions and voice them however they want (freedom of speech im afraid…)

show dany is hot and cool but is also a hitler inspired dictator so all good if people who have watched the show and/or read the books decide they don’t like her!

just wanted you to know that i ride for you dippy! (it’s so confusing some times to be a girl!)

cuntlips42 i will forever ride for u. from the moment i read your user to the second i clicked on your profile and saw fartsniffer in that cursive font. Im putting you in my will btw

[marietheran-archived]

The entire discourse about cursive is so funny to me though, like me and my classmates actually organised a school of cursive led by my best friend who had the best handwriting that took place over breaks. And that was after we were taught some in earlier grades.

[cursmudgeon]

I fucking hate unschooling discourse.

Is it bad that this is fairly normalized in a nation with a high proportion of extremist cults? Yeah, probably.

But I was an extremely weird awkward kid who couldn't shut the fuck up about cool animal facts and it made being around large groups of other kids a constant nightmare of abuse that teachers always fed into instead of stopping. My mom taught me to read and my dad taught me my multiplication tables and they'd ask me to write a paper about something once in a while or practice writing cursive but mostly I was left to my own devices and given free reign of the library and it was so much better than any of the times I had to go to a public school. I can say with confidence if I had been forced to go full time through middle school I probably would have killed myself because even going sporadically to a private hippy school the bullying almost killed me. The only reason I survived the two and a half years I did of high school was because that hippy school had fudged some transcripts to let me move up two years and I happened to get diagnosed with an extremely painful chronic health problem that let me avoid going to class for the last six months of my senior year. And even with all of that I managed to graduate as valedictorian because I hadn't had all of my interest in learning beaten out of me.

Does this mean everyone should take their kids out of school and let them do whatever the hell they want all the time? Hell no, I think that's probably gonna be really bad for most kids. But I know I don't look forward to sending my kids off to sit in a crowded room to get socially abused for 8 hours a day with the constant threat that some white supremacist classmate will storm through the door with an assault rifle at any minute.

Our education system is broken and parents taking it into their own hands is a bad solution but the solutions that will actually work at scale are going to be politically impossible to implement and will go against all of the methods that every working teacher has had to adapt to for the last 25+ years.

[p0v2snsitive4thintnet]

Visual Analysis / Interpretation

Forensic Visual Description

White background, shows an animated, read as female figure with white long hair in a white dress with white flowers printed on it. They seem to be wearing white thighs or stockings. Their eyes are dark and surrounded with long lashes. Their bangs are short and frame their face. The figure is lying on their stomach on no subsurface, just on white, empty space. Their feet are crossed and held up in the air. Over the figure is a layer of black cursive text in a handwritten kind of font. It says “Too sensitive for the internet”. The text isn’t centred in the picture but consists of 3, centre-aligned lines, edging the left margin of the image. 

On the Platform Pinterest. 27 comments, 490 hearts. By the user “esther sweetheart” - the comments are mostly affirming the statement the meme makes. Comments are partly made with reaction memes. 

https://at.pinterest.com/pin/239183430202433621/

REFLECTIONS

This describes perfectly how I feel as a girl online. It’s hard to describe why though. It’s probably linked to mental health issues being linked to online / social media interaction, which can be cruel often times. I feel not resilient enough to experience the deepest, darkest spheres the internet has to offer. Hell I have never felt comfortable on 4chan - ever. Still I am going on that site from time to time to expose myself to the hate and bullying there. Why would I do that? Like the girl in the picture - I can sense that I am actually loosing more than I am gaining from this experiences, but I also know that I can’t stop doing it. That would mean exclusion. No edginess, no laughs and not being “that one girl” who browses on the infamous internet’s hells. It would also mean that all content I get could be described by Bo Burnhams song “white woman’s instagram” and that sounds even more like hell tbh. At least it would be boring a.f.

FEELINGS

This is where I start with this project. It is a meme I encountered while researching for my last project and it stuck with me ever since. I view it as a piece of media that ignited a lot of the thoughts and questions I am looking into right now. How are girls viewed on the internet? How are their reactions/ their creations/ their contributions to the online discourse differ from other content? How does “The girl online” present and perform herself?  

QUESTIONS

Where else can the phenomenon of not feeling save on the internet as a girl be perceived? In which types of media? On which platforms? Does this relate only to GIRLs online? Why do I have this feeling? 

Intertextuality

Their mouth is closed. Which makes them non-speaking in this picture. This brings up the question if the text of the meme is layered over them because it is referring to them and is attributed to the figure by an external source. Or if they are presenting themselves as being “too sensitive for the internet”. 

I think this question is important to ask oneself when trying to understand the intertextual layers of this meme. 

"Lolly" teenage girl lying on tummy position

The above picture of summer from OC California was the first thing that came to my mind when thinking about the pose of the figure in the image. A teenager, relaxing in their bed. 

This pose is very familiar to me. I think I did it as a girl / young woman as part of gender performance and to cater to the male gaze. 

Examples of this are also often found in anime. Especially in the “lolly” genre. 

Combined with the white clothing, the normative, western interpretation for this motive would be, to hint at the characters innocence, naivety and categorise them as a lolita-esce type. White is often associated with purity.

Angelic Girlbloggers

I was also thinking about relations to Angels, Fairies and other ethereal creatures. Girlbloggers often like to associate themselves with these kind of fictional characters, just like the one from the meme I am looking at right now.

How can/does this relate to my project? 

What are the aspects of this image that I want to transport within my own art? 

Can I view this meme as a 

[entropywritez]

Image: a messy colored digital sketch of a character gesturing a heart to the camera. His pointer fingers are bent and the rest are straight to form the heart. He is blushing, and is looking away with a nervous expression. He is a pale, thin man, with two cross-shaped scars on his face and one on each arm, pointed ears, and lavender hair in a messy wolf cut. He is wearing a leather vest with the sleeve holes visibly tattered and a matching leash. Cursive text next to the drawing reads, "Happy Valentine's Day!" End description.

Drew this on call with my partner while he told me about Monster Hunter discourse. I had such a good time.

I'm a big fan of setting my line layer to multiply and messing around with the colors.