"The othering of women is fundamental to basic training, in which men are accused of being women in order to toughen them up. Without the concept of ‘women’ as social inferiors from whom the male soldiers must differentiate themselves by their actions, the male soldier might have no founding myth to hang onto, no rationale. When US soldiers buy prostituted women for use in rest and recreation in areas which have often been supervised by military police, as in Korea, they are working to further differentiate themselves from women and to develop the aggressive masculinity which will enable them to kill others. They affirm male bonding by visiting brothels in groups. Women soldiers are deprived of this bonding activity and, presumably, of the other benefits that the US military considers that prostitution provides to its male soldiers. They are not equal in this respect but represent precisely in their persons the ‘others’ on and in whose bodies the male soldiers are being trained to be men. Some feminist critics of the military and of militarization have pointed out not just that the military is a masculine institution, as are other institutions that women seek to enter such as the police force or fire service, but that it requires masculinity in order to function.
The use of prostitution in its many forms to comfort and entertain soldiers, to pump them up, to maintain their military aggression, is pervasive across militaries and conflict zones. Pornography can be used in military training too, to encourage soldiers to distinguish themselves from women and develop their aggressive masculinity."
Wait what if every time Harry had a “conversation” with his conscience, that “little voice” as the narrator sometimes called it, it was actually a real conversation with Voldemort via the Horcrux but none of them realised?
So like that time Harry talked with himself about dating Ginny, it really was Voldemort telling him “She’s Ron’s sister!”
Like wow say what you will about Voldemort but at least he respects the Bro Code.
his name was originally “potatoes,” and his owner, willoughby bertie, told the stable lad who helped him to write the horse’s name on a feed bin. the boy misheard it as, literally “pot-eight-o’s” and wrote it with 8 o’s. bertie found it so funny that he kept that as the horses name.
This is the most beautiful horse-related story I’ve ever heard.
"Do we feel our inner world to be separate from the greater world we are part of? This is suffering. Consider how the way we accept, project or deny the reality of our suffering. When we accept its full reality we become real. This is compassion."