"let history write my epitaph" -herman melville
how is it that we all started drawing that S thing in elementary school, across the country, without the Internet telling us to
Which S thing?
THE S THING
there was this…
Oral tradition y’all. Historically, children have spread games and rhymes and urban legends around like wildfire much more effectively than the Internet ever will.
This one sticks because kids like drawing something that’s a little more three-dimensional than what they’re used to, and there’s a simple trick to it. It’s like when you first figure out how to draw a spiral, or a 3D cube.
This symbol’s probably mostly been taught between kids and passed down for decades, or relearned from sight (though the trick where you start with the six vertical lines suggests that it was mostly taught.)
Since it’s just a simple doodle—literally a marginal piece of schoolyard culture—it’s never been chronicled in the way that clapping games and nursery rhymes have. But oral tradition thrives whether or not it’s recorded, obviously, or there would be nothing to record. Nobody’s sure who Miss Mary Mack was, either.
THE S THING.
moments before this candid i asked @brujacore “suzy do you want to become BEST FRIENDS?” and without waiting for an answer said if she did she had to re-pierce my ears right then and there. look at ‘em hoops
Chapter 1: Feeling Weird
Chapter 2: Structural Collapse
Chapter 3: Let it Burn
Chapter 4: Let it Bleed
Chapter 5: You Can’t Use Anything or Anyone to Fix It
Chapter 6: It’s Not About That
Chapter 7: It’s About You
Chapter 8: Ok We Waited Until Chapter 8 Because This is Heavy. It’s Actually About Death
Chapter 9: Accept Death
"Legend has it that when Central Avenue became an important road, it was to be renamed in honor of an Alderman whose name is not given; but Kate Hall Jerome, wife of the gentleman horseman, was enraged when she learned of it. At her own expense, she had bronze street signs cast, hired workmen to put them up on poles, and personally supervised the work. The Board of Aldermen discreetly dropped the matter, and Jerome Avenue it remains to this day." —of note, Winston Churchill was born as this BAMF’s grandson.
i’m deep lez so i made this coupon scissor island-themed, but anyone falling in love, regardless of orientation, can use it to tell their friends “please bear with me while i am smug, flaky and obnoxious for a minute”
Black on the outside, dancing on the inside.
doing my part to get “god damn the sun” into the ears of teens everywhere
the success of this mix of grim jams for goths in hot weather is a testament to marie and i’s powerful bond, encapsulated in a single essential question: “are you as goth as us?”