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Sergeant Stubby, so named for his lack of a tail, was a stray pitbull found wandering Yale campus by some soldiers there during drill.
"He learned the bugle calls, the drills, and even a modified dog salute as he put his right paw on his right eyebrow when a salute was executed by his fellow soldiers."
He was smuggled into WW1 by a soldier, and allowed to stay when he saluted the man who would later become his commanding officer.
He was sent to the trenches where he was under constant enemy fire for over a month. He was wounded in the leg by a German hand grenade, sent to a hospital to convalesce, then returned to the front lines…
After being wounded in a gas attack, Stubby developed such a sensitivity that he would run and bark and alert the other soldiers of incoming gas attacks AND artillery attacks precious seconds before they occurred, saving countless lives. A canine early warming system.
He would go into no man’s land, find wounded men, shouting in English, And stay with them, barking, until medics arrived.
He once captured a German spy.
The spy, mapping out Allied trenches, tried to call to Stubby, but Stubby got aggressive and then chased down and attacked the spy when he attempted to flee, allowing Allied soldiers to capture him.
For this he was awarded the rank of Sergeant- the first dog to do so.
After helping the Allies retake Château-Thierry in France, Sergeant Stubby was sewn a uniform by the women of the town, on which to wear his many medals.
He went on to meet multiple Presidents, dignitaries and ambassadors and become the mascot of Georgetown University football.
There is nothing about this that is not magical.
Always reblog Sgt Stubby.
You are so strong, talented, beautiful, and deeply loved. You deserve all the good things that your life has to offer you. Be kind to yourself today and give yourself what you need.
~~anxiety cat xxx
So, let me tell you a quick story:
My grandpa on my dad’s side came over from China when he was pretty young— grew up in Chicago. He was in high school when World War 2 broke out; he joined up, and was put in the 407th Air Service Squadron. It was part of the famed Flying Tigers fighter group, and one of the first all Chinese-American units in the military. He fixed planes. He also shot at them when they strafed the airfield. With a pistol.
He was there when the Japanese officially signed the surrender, and was honorably discharged soon after. The very first thing that he bought with his stashed up pay was a sterling silver bracelet with his serial number on it.
I keep it within sight of my desk at all times.
After the war, he went back to Chicago, but his father was already housing too many Chinese immigrant workers (up to this point, most Chinese immigrants were single men because of strict immigration laws and quotas), so he had to move to Detroit to live with an uncle and finish high school.
One of his high school teachers noted his artistic abilities, and recommended that he use his GI Bill to go to art school. Of course, his dad wouldn’t have it. So, he worked in laundromats, owned his own grocery, and later worked as an insurance salesman instead.
70 years later, I’m the graduate of an art school, and I’m taking a break from drawing to write this out.
I guess my point is this: the time that you use to pursue art has to come from somewhere. At some point, a sacrifice was made by you, or others, to allow you to have that time. Illustrators try to make a living in that intersection of art and commerce in an effort to lessen that sacrifice. There are some that are doing quite well at that. There are many, many more that are not.
Even those artists who we view as extremely successful have to sacrifice time. It just comes from other places: relationships, health, or family, etc. The real struggle then, is to find that balance on how you are spending your time.
If you know that a life spent making art is your ultimate goal, then doing things you don’t like aren’t really frustrations. They are necessities that must be done to give yourself time.
I think this is why I cringe every time I hear someone say that self-righteous creed of the “creative class”: “Do what you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life.” That statement discounts all the hard work and sacrifices that you or others have made to be in that situation—what on Earth would entitle us to only work jobs that we love?
I don’t do this because I love it. I do it because I must.
It’s in my bones.
Introducing: “I Fight Like a Girl” Project
Hello, my faithful students! I wanted to introduce a project I have been putting together over the last couple of days. Let me explain.
I want this campaign to celebrate the tv show that we all love, which is My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. The show has a wide array of female characters, and all are celebrated for their differences. This campaign is to highlight just what it means to “fight like a girl”.
Focusing on what it means to “fight like a girl” I want to break down stereotypes that Bronies are taking the show away from little girls, that they have to make the show masculine in some form or fashion for them to enjoy it, or that they have to take away the femininity of the characters to relate to them.
Also I want to redefine what it means to “fight like a girl.” When I was younger, I was a huge tomboy. I didn’t want to be seen as girly, and most importantly, weak. However, being a girl, and acting like one, does not make you inherently weak!
What I Want From You
You can submit an image like the above, with your text on it and a FiM character of your choice. You can also submit just the text and which character you want used, and I will put it together for you, which my atrocious photoshop skills.
I will be posting them on our blog here, as well as collecting them to put them into a bigger master post. (On GoogleDocs or something.) I will tag them as: “fightlikeagirl” (minus the quotation marks).
This will be on going, with no closing date for the submissions, so don’t worry if you can’t think of anything yet.
Can we submit male characters?
Of course! This project is for helping to eliminate the stigma of gender roles, and celebrate a show that helps to bring them down. If you want, you can even submit something like, “I fight like a boy, I value others’ feelings, I am not afraid to show my weakness, I will stand up for those in need” With a picture of Shining Armor. (Or something along those lines. You could even submit that as, “I fight like a girl” and still have a male character present.)
Try to keep your text PG, incase any little ones find it. (I kind of want them to! So that they don’t fall into the trap of “femininity is weak” or “masculine is strong”.) Also, try to use images that the artist has ok’ed.
Thank you so much! I hope to see lots on entries into the inbox. c:
Signal boosting because this sounds cool. Also tagging feminismismagic because it sounds like something that blog might like.
This is very timely for me, because I was just reflecting the other day that our society really looks down on girls, especially young girls and teenage girls. How many movies have we seen with a line like “did you just scream like a little girl?”. Think about that for a second. Why “like a little girl”? Why not “like a little boy”? Because little boy screams are super manly? Because boys are never afraid of anything? Oh, and teenage girls are so irrational for loving boy bands! But of course there is nothing irrational about the boys who memorize sports statistics and fanboy over sports figures. Riiiight.
We demonize everything “girly”, then we demonize girls for liking “girly” things, oh and just for good measure we demonize the girls who DON’T like girly things. I grew up with three much older siblings and I always felt pressure not to be “girly” because that was synonymous with “dumb”—even though two of those siblings were sisters! Not that they came out and said as much, but it was clear from what I was teased about versus what I wasn’t what the “right choice” was. Looking back on that makes me feel sad and frustrated.
Girls are people, not just collections of stereotypes, and they’re usually pretty awesome people. If they sometimes act scared or irrational it’s not because they’re girls; it’s because they’re human beings, and human beings sometimes get like that.
So, yes—let’s celebrate “girly.” Let’s fight like a girl.
This!! I was just thinking the same thing the other day (or several days). I spent 20+ years of my life like this. It’s not that I didn’t like being a girl or that I identified with boys (I never have). It was that I was constantly upset by the stereotype of women and girls in the media (and the people around me) and I soundly rejected it… The worst thing is that I wasn’t really conscious that it was a societal stereotype — I believed it. I believed that if I had or admitted to a celebrity crush that I was shallow. I believed that wearing short shorts was slutty. I believed that being girly was inherently weak.
I have often thought to myself what friends and family think of me now when they see me decked out in Lolita frills and lace, or that I am a casual doll collector. If someone had tried that on me as a little girl they would have been met with an icy stare (if I wore a dress it was a loudly colored, likely tie-dyed, sun dress). I would have been open to the gothy side of Lolita in HS for sure, though… I did not own any dolls growing up, except one Barbie somebody bought me when I was a toddler (I played with my neighbor and her collection for hours and hours though).
At the same time, I honestly didn’t like everything that was made for girls regardless, especially clothes. I hated that my only option for pants as a teen were thigh-hugging. I hated that my only option for shorts were super short (my thighs are big, and I have “chicken skin” keratosis Polaris that makes it difficult to shave up there). Thank goodness I discovered women’s work pants and Dickies.
Back to dolls… I seem to remember Barbie being our only option. I would have LOVED Disney dolls or monster high as a little girl. I walk down the aisle at Target and think to myself.. I’m glad little girls have more creative options these days. It’s too bad NoviStars and Pinkie Cooper are pulling out of the game. :(
Who else can relate?
I don’t really know what kind of history books bigots like you read.
The Great Libraries of Timbuktu? The steel metallurgy of the Haya? Dentistry? Caesarean section? Premature neonatal care? Mathematics, architecture, engineering?
I know it’s hard for a racist like you who imagines “technological advancement” to be some kind of end-all-be-all, or proof of some “inherent intelligence”. I know, I know. It’s hard to imagine, but Europeans have been drawing knowledge from everyone around them since the dawn of time. What did you think ended the Dark Ages?
Your magical (read: white supremacist) idea of a purely 'white' Rome never existed.
The Minoan culture on the island of Crete between 1500-1700 B.C.E. had a highly developed waste management system. They had very advanced plumbing and designed places to dispose of organic wastes. Knossos, the capital city, had a central courtyard with baths that were filled and emptied using terra-cotta pipes. This piping system is similar to techniques used today. They had large sewers built of stone.”
In case you needed further clarification, neither the Minoans nor other (later) Greeks were ethnically uniform. They also had the first flush toilets, dating back to 18th century B.C.E. They had flushing toilets, with wooden seats and an overhead reservoir. The Minoan royals were the last group to use flushing toilets until the re-development of that technology in 1596.
Oh, and look the Mayans had indoor plumbing, acqueducts, and pressurized water too. I mean, you can ignore that the area Mayans lived in had little to few rivers, no lakes or standing water, nor other sources of running water, while simultaneously dealing with monsoons and flooding due to one of the heaviest yearly rainfalls in the Americas.
Classic Maya even used household water filters using locally abundant limestone carved into a porous cylinder, made so as to work in a manner strikingly similar to modern ceramic water filters.
Of course, by this time millenia later none of your precious “white people” had developed any methods besides shitting in pots.Continuing, the earliest archaeological record of an advanced system of drainage comes from the Indus Valley Civilization from around 3100 B.C.E in what is now Pakistan and North India. By 2500 B.C.E (almost 5,000 years ago), highly developed drainage system where wastewater from each house flowed into the main drain.All houses in the major cities of Harappa and Mohenjo−daro had access to water and drainage facilities. Waste water was directed to covered drains which lined the major streets directed to covered drains, which lined the major streets. Each home had its own private drinking well and its own private bathroom. The mains that carried wastewater to a cesspit were tall enough for people to walk through. Reservoirs, a central drainage system, fresh water pumped into the homes. Pools. Baths.It was made from bricks smoothened and joined together seamlessly. The expert masonry kept the sewer watertight. Drops at regular intervals acted like an automatic cleaning device.
Filters for solid waste.Sorry, what were the British doing up until like, 200 years ago? Shitting in the streets? Oh yeah.I mean, I could get into how by the Shang Dynasty (roughly 1600 B.C.E.), China had sophisticated plumbing including pressure inverted siphons.
Or into the city of Amarna, Ancient Egypt. Or Persepolis, Persia and the Achaemenids in 600 B.C.E.But, I mean, it sounds like the only one still in the Bronze Age is you.
Most guys do not have to deal with the world of women. They’re born from us, they live around us, but for the most part, we take care of our own shit. We buy our own tampons. We deal with skeevy guys who catcall us. We deal with crappier work situations. We deal with getting told we suck at things because we have a vagina, and that we need to be prettier. […]
Then, they had daughters. […]
The girl goes to school, and you watch how she’s never called on. You hear someone insult someone else by calling them ‘a girl’, and it stings. Your little girl is awesome! She’s brave and smart and funny! Why would anyone use that as an insult? Then, you remember all the times you did it.
And then, you realize that, all along, you’ve been a part of the problem."
It’s like when a man has a daughter he suddenly wakes up and realizes, “Oh my God, boys out there are going to treat my daughter the way I used to treat girls”. That’s why men are so protective of their daughters. They know how awful boys are because they acted the same exact way. And instead of teaching your sons not to be assholes, you hide your daughters away.