I pointed this out in a Discord server I’m in and thought Id share here:
Bob Iger announced that Disney is going to absorb Hulu, and Hulu will no longer exist next year. All shows will move to the Disney+ app.
Disney also announced they were going to remove shows and movies periodically from their streaming services.
I believe both of these moves are because of the Writers Strike.
Disney knows its going to lose the strike. There is too much public support. Specifically, the WGA is going to win writers getting more residuals from streaming.
So if Disney takes shows off of streaming, they dont have to pay the writers the residuals.
They are going to use excuses like “not enough funding for the server capacity” or “not enough views to warrent keeping the show”. These are BULLSHIT. Its all greed. Its only GREED.
Pay attention to what happens in the following weeks.
And keep supporting the writers’ strike.
This is similar to what happened with HBO - new owners merged two streaming services, and all of a sudden there wasn’t enough server capacity for all the shows somehow. A total lie.
Cancel at three seasons so no one gets a raise, remove at 3 years for tax purposes. No DVDs. No physical copies anywhere. No syndication. Just gone.
Also watch for Disney cancelling Hulu shows and then resurrecting them at D+, which they did with DAREDEVIL (Netflix). Everyone starting at S1 rates, even though it’s going to be S4.
(Netflix has run a variation of this for years. Notice the music on shows like FRIENDS and DAWSON’S CREEK, and you’ll find that the 90s hits have been replaced. So they don’t have to pay the license again.)
it isn’t though!!! it’s because most relationships aren’t worth the effort. The “sweater curse” is actually most commonly called the “BOYFRIEND sweater curse.” Which=heteronormative, but the curse most often falls on a woman knitting a sweater for a boyfriend. Before she finishes the sweater, they break up - pop culture would have you believe it’s because the boyfriend freaks out do to the weirdness/clinginess of having a sweater made for you, but I think knitters are wiser than that.
It’s because after spending serious £££ on materials, and then HUNDREDS OF HOURS OF LABOR on the creation of the item, with every stitch a prayer of totally focused intent, creating a large display of technical skill - it is then gifted to a non-knitter who does NOT APPRECIATE the work/effort/skill/cost/TIME it took to make it, and in fact thinks you’re a bit weird and making a big deal out of a piece of clothing, and after they go “oh thanks” and shove your creation in the cupboard next to a sweater they got for £15 at an M&S sale, then they never wear your sweater because it’s too tight because when you asked them how their favorite sweaters usually fit they said “I ‘unno” and when you measured them for the fifth time and asked, rather tersely, if they had enough room in the chest, they said “I guess,” and then if pressed they say they don’t really like the sweater design, but then you point out that they were supposed to participate in helping you design it and they say they don’t really care about how things look, and when you say that you tried to match it to their other clothes so how can they hate it, then they say that honestly their mother still buys all their clothes because they hate going shopping, and that they hate all their other clothes too, well. That’s when a sensible knitter goes “Fuck this shit. And you know what? Fuck this man.”
This is what happens when someone posts in a knitting forum “Attack of the sweater curse!” - this is the usual story. It has a rigid plot. It is as old as myth.
That’s when you look at the time you spent and realize, “I could LITERALLY have written the first draft of a novel instead of doing this.” That’s when you go “I could have taken that £200 and bought myself a new wardrobe.” That’s when you go “I could have taken all that intent, all that willpower, all that creative force, and laid down some fucking witchcraft, all right?” That’s when you go “I basically spent 100 hours straight thinking about this bastard while making something amazing for him, and I have no evidence that he ever spent 10 hours of his life thinking about me.”
And “I could spend this time and energy and money in making myself an enormous, intricate heirloom silk shawl with just a touch of cashmere, in elvish twists and leafy lace in all the colors of the night, shot through with subtly glittering stars, warm in winter and cool and summer and light as a lover’s kiss on the shoulders, suitable for draping over my arms at weddings or wrapping myself in to watch the sea, a lace-knotted promise to myself that I will keep for my entire life and gift to my favorite granddaughter when I die, and she will wear it to keep alive my memory - but instead I have this sweater, and this fuckboy.”
The sweater curse is a lesson that the universe gives to a knitter at an important point in their life. It is a gift.
Knitting a sweater for a husband or wife generally doesn’t call down the curse, because the relationship is meant to be stronger than 4-ply.
(Although I say this, but I’ve taken over 5 years to finish a pair of mittens for my husband, because he casually asked me to do something customized with the cables, and I still can’t get the math to work on the right hand.)
There was a massive increase in suicides because of the lockdowns.
My favorite thing about this study is that when you read further, they excluded young people, children, people in poor socioeconomic countries/situations, and people with preexisting mental health issues. So other than that . . . .
Lockdown was legitimately not much different for me as a chronically ill, disabled person who’d been homebound for several years due to my multiple disabilities. The only real difference was that I was no longer crushingly alone because other people were also home and suddenly remembered I existed.
Seeing those same people then compare my lived existence for the last seven years as being torturous and inhumane was both infuriating and validating.
As was seeing all the accommodations like work from home and distance learning which people like me had always been told were impossible to implement and would take too much effort. And yet companies swiveled on a dime and managed it pretty much overnight. Sure, it was a scramble and stressful, but could you imagine how much easier it would have been if they’d implemented these accommodations more widely for disabled people prior to a global pandemic?
Accommodations which, by the way, are now being taken away again. Why? Fuck you, that’s why.
The main thing my mental health will never recover from, however– along with the crushing weight of all the people that died and continue to die – was seeing and continuing to see how many people consider my death as an acceptable statistic in the crusade to “get back to normal.”
Fuck you. There was no acceptable “normal” before. You just didn’t care about us.
How did you not come out of this experience totally radicalized and ready to fight for disabled people? Where’s your fucking rage? Where’s your humanity?
Hey so, have I ever told you about the time I was at an interfaith event (my rabbi, who was on the panel, didn’t want to be the only Jew there), and there was a panel with representatives of 7 different traditions, from Baha'i to Zoroastrian?
The setup was each panelist got asked the same question by the moderator, had 3 minutes to respond, and then they moved on to the next panelist.
The Christian dude talked for 8 minutes and kept waving off the poor, flustered, terminally polite Unitarian moderator.
The next panelist was a Hindu lady, who just said drily, “I’ll try to keep my answer to under a minute so everyone else still has a chance to answer.” (I, incidentally, am at a table with I think the only other non-Christian audience members, a handful of Muslims and a Zorastrian.)
So then we get to the audience questions part. No one’s asking any questions, so finally I decide to get things rolling, and raise my hand and the very polite moderator comes over and gives me the mic.
I briefly explain Stendahl’s concept of “holy envy” and ask what each of theirs is.
(If you’re not familiar, Stendahl had 3 tenets for learning about other traditions, and one was leave room for “holy envy,” being able to say, I am happy in my tradition and don’t desire to convert, but this is something about another tradition that I admire and wish we had.)
The answers were lovely. My rabbi said she admired the Buddhist comfort with silence and wished we could learn to have that spaciousness in our practice. The Hindu said she admired the Jewish and Muslim commitment to social justice & changing, rather than accepting, the status quo.
The Christian dude said he envied that everyone else on the panel had the opportunity to newly accept Jesus.
I shit you not.
Dead silence. The Buddhist and Baha'i panelists are resolutely holding poker faces. The Hindu lady has placed her hands on the table and folded them and seems to be holding them very tightly. Over on the middle eastern end of the table, the rabbi, the imam, and the Zoroastrian lady are all leaning away from the Christian at identical angles with identical expressions of disgust. The terminally polite Unitarian moderator is literally wringing his hands in distress.
A Christian lady at the table next to me, somehow unable to pick up on the emotional currents in the room, sighs happily and says to her fellow church lady, “What a beautiful answer.”
anyway I love my rabbi to death and would do anything for her
