onbearfeet:

nonbino-chaos-fox:

memeuplift:

[Image description: a screenshot of text paired with an image. The text reads “In 1939, in Kansas, Wheat mills owners realised that women were using their sacks to make into clothes for their children, the mills started using flowered fabrics for their sacks so the kids would have pretty clothes, and the label would wash out, a gesture of pure kindness”. The image attached is a sepia-toned photograph of a smiling woman wearing a green blouse and patterned skirt standing in front of a pile of wheat sacks that are using patterned fabrics. /ID end]

Actually, it started earlier than 1939, and it was smart marketing as much as anything else! Rural North American women used the cloth from feed and flour sacks to make towels, curtains, and other items as early as the 19th century. The companies making the feed and flour realized there was a market here, and they began adding patterns to the bags to encourage buying the same product every time. (For context, a 100-pound sack of chicken feed yields about 1 yard of fabric. 3 yards is the standard amount for a lot of adult dresses, and most people prefer that the parts of their garments match. So farm wives had an incentive to stick with, say, Gingham Girl products at least long enough to get enough gingham for a new dress.)

The making and wearing of feedsack clothing hit its peak in the 1930s and then began dropping off during WW2, when feedsacks switched to paper due to war rationing of cotton. But you can still find examples of feedsack patterns (special patterns made for use with feedsacks, sometimes printed right on the bags) floating around.

TL;DR, feedsack dresses and other clothes started WAY before 1939, mill owners knew about it long before that, and the pretty patterns were more about marketing than kindness. But turning feedsacks into clothing is still very cool of those long-ago rural folks to do.

superbdragoncollection-stuff:

idratherhavefreedom:

mae-rants-792:

liberalsarecool:

Republican theology is multi-level marketing for truly disgusting people.

Attacking a bishop defending the vulnerable to protect Trump’s fragile fetid ego?

Trump is an abuser. Calling the Bishop nasty is his go-to move he learned as a toddler.

You follow Trump? You deserve his blackheart.

The only thing the Bishop Budde says in her sermon was for the president to “have mercy.” I didn’t hear anything foul or accusatory or damning. It was quite direct, but overall very simple. “Have mercy,” just as God would preach, right?

Trump and MAGA attacking the church for this is inarguably anti-Christian.

IIRC there is a thread out there on tumblr about how mega church american christians actually do view mercy as an attack on them. They say that basically all the “turn the other cheek” stuff from Jesus, and you know, being kind, is “outdated” and “wimpy”.

anexperimentallife:

justawannabearchaeologist:

thesaltofcarthage:

momusu-saval:

lilithtransrights:

burnt-to-cynders:

lilithtransrights:

harostar:

alpine-insurrection:

mormonfries:

starlight-lilith:

I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say

reblog if attacking fascism is really the hill you want to die on

this is literally like one of the most justified and honorable hills you could die on??? lol??

Quick someone reply with the gif™️

Always reblog this if you are cool

like, there was an actual literal war where people died on physical hills? to attack fascism?

Folks, as someone who majored in history and constantly feels like she’s screaming at a brick wall when it comes to explaining just how scary the world is getting, you truly underestimate just how willing I am to die on any hill on this or any planet in the known or unknown cosmos if it means that I get to come at fascism with the entirety of my ever-growing blade collection.

The idea, of course, is to ensure that the fascists die on that hill.