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29 Aug 23:40

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29 Aug 23:41

nahiri-lithomancer: keranos-god-of-storm-crows: k4ll0: dajo42:...













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this is the happiest day of my life

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Too soon

65 million years…

29 Aug 20:50

hello lizard, can you please draw me a skelleton

30 Aug 01:01

bunnywith: jadedgalvanizer: timelordsatan: ambular-d: pumpkinlessidjit: i want there to be an...

bunnywith:

jadedgalvanizer:

timelordsatan:

ambular-d:

pumpkinlessidjit:

i want there to be an angel that descends from the heavens only when someone is being stupid

and the angel just gently places their hand over the person’s mouth

and whispers in a voice filled with heavenly beauty and love

“no”

ANABIEL

LOOK IT UP

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NEW FAVORITE ANGEL

29 Aug 12:53

sciencefriday: Happy Women’s Equality Day, everyone. As these...











sciencefriday:

Happy Women’s Equality Day, everyone. As these unsung women of science show, we still have a ways to go.

29 Aug 15:43

jeanpolfus: The sculptures by Gustav Vigeland at...





















jeanpolfus:

The sculptures by Gustav Vigeland at Vigelandsparken (Vigeland Park) in Oslo, Norway have been one of the highlights of our trip! There are over 200 sculptures in bronze, granite and wrought iron in the park.

29 Aug 17:43

René Lalique, Dragonfly – woman corsage ornament, 1897-98. Gold,...



René Lalique, Dragonfly – woman corsage ornament, 1897-98. Gold, enamel, chrysoprase, moonstones and diamonds. France.

The piece was owned by wealthy Armenian collector Calouste Gulbenkian (in whose museum it now resides) and was worn once by actress Sarah Bernhardt. Via johncoultard

29 Aug 00:46

theinturnetexplorer: Hide and Seek





















theinturnetexplorer:

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Hide and Seek

29 Aug 00:50

cheeminology: cheeminology: I don’t think people realise how...





cheeminology:

cheeminology:

I don’t think people realise how easy it is to feel ugly when you’re South East Asian.

I know so many popular East Asian bloggers, who always get so many notes because of how elegant and refined and. Pale. They are. Those are standards most of us can never achieve. I’ve never seen a selfie set of a southeast Asian girl break 1k: but I’ve seen plenty, and I mean plenty of pale East Asians break 3k easy.

I know East Asian bloggers who go on about racism against East Asians and act like it’s universal. I know some who will talk about East Asian racism but never breathe a word about racism against southeast Asians.

I know East Asian bloggers who literally don’t follow any South East Asians. The ones who say that it doesn’t matter because “we’re all East Asian!” Technically. Or those who act like we’re a different breed and a different species.

I wonder if most East Asians know that their beauty standards get passed down to our countries. I wonder if they know how it hurts a lot of us.

So I’m giving a shoutout to every southeast Asian girl. Every one of you,if us, deserves to feel pretty.

I’m talking about the Indonesian gals with broad noses. The Malay girls who wear Tudung and are mocked. Chinese Singaporeans who are still not “Chinese enough” for mainlanders. Filipino girls who feel guilty about their curly or frizzy hair. Indian Singaporeans who are feel like they need to be pale to be worth something ( you don’t). Thai girls who are told their country is only good for farming rice. Myanmar girls who get asked mockingly if they’re domestic workers. Even if you are, there is no shame in that. Every Cambodian girl who felt bad about having thick lips. I know I left a lot of people out, and I’m sorry. But if you’re reading this and haven’t seen yourself here - you are just as worthy and my spirit and strength and good wishes are with you

You are all beautiful. Every single one of you. We are all beautiful. It’s hard to see it and it’s hard to feel it sometimes but we are. You are. Every one of you. Pride to our people!

I have never seen a proper positivity post for southeast Asian girls by a southeast Asian girl so could you please reblog this? I want any southeast Asian girl seeing this to know I love them

28 Aug 18:31

diacrit: hanesonly: I almost forgot my briefcase! it contains...



diacrit:

hanesonly:

I almost forgot my briefcase!

it contains important lab results

28 Aug 19:30

bullied: some days you eat salads and go to the gym, some days you eat cupcakes & refuse to...

bullied:

some days you eat salads and go to the gym, some days you eat cupcakes & refuse to put on pants. it’s called balance.

27 Aug 20:51

hamburgerboogie: huffingtonpost: The Way This Dad Reacted When...













hamburgerboogie:

huffingtonpost:

The Way This Dad Reacted When His Son Chose A Doll For A Gift Is Priceless

Mikki Willis, who hails from Ojai, California, says he’s been sharing videos of himself with his son, Azai, on social media for the past three years.

Watch the full video to really see this dad’s excitement, love and support of his sons. 

I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING

27 Aug 21:38

10+ Funny Comics That Only Introverts Will Understand

26 Aug 18:30

the safe solution

by kris

20150826_guncontrol

“it’ll also help keep bullet costs under control”

26 Aug 19:00

#selfie















#selfie

26 Aug 06:30

It Was Easier to Give in Than Keep Running

Cary Renquist

Trigger Warning

thatonechiiick:

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krushstress:

ibelieveyouitsnotyourfault:

By Anonymous

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In first grade, a boy named John— a notorious troublemaker—systematically chased every girl in our class during recess trying to kiss her on the lips. Most gave in eventually. It was easier to give in than keep running. When it was my turn, I turned and faced him, grabbed his glasses off his weasel face, and stomped on them on the hard blacktop. He ran to the principal’s office and cried.

In fifth grade, I was asked to be a boy’s girlfriend over email. It was the first email I ever received. He actually told me he wanted to send me an email, so I went home and made an AOL account. We went to a carnival and he won me a Garfield stuffed animal, and then he gave me a 3 Doors Down CD. A few days later, he broke up with me, and asked for Garfield and the CD back. I said no.

In sixth grade, a girl in my year gave head to an eighth grader in the back of the school bus while playing Truth or Dare.

In the summer after sixth grade, I kissed a boy for the first time at sleep away camp. He was my summer love. During the end-of-the-summer dining hall announcements, where kids usually announced lost sweatshirts and Walkmen, an older girl stepped up to the microphone, tossed her hair behind her shoulders, and proudly stated, “I lost something very precious to me last night. My virginity. If anyone finds it, please let me know.” The dining hall erupted into laughter and cheers. She was barred from ever coming back to the camp again, and wasn’t allowed to say goodbye to anyone.

In seventh grade, I told my brother I decided when I was older wanted a Hummer. What I really meant was I wanted a Jeep, but I didn’t know a lot about cars. My mother overheard and screamed at me for “wanting a Hummer.”

In the summer after freshman year of high school, I went to sleepaway field hockey camp with many of my close friends. One of them, named Megan, I had been friends with since kindergarten. One night when I was showering, she ripped open the curtain and snapped a photo of me on her disposable camera. I screamed. She laughed. We both laughed when I got out of the shower a few minutes later. After camp was over, her father took the camera to the convenience store to get it developed. When he gave the finished photos back to her, he said, “Your friend [Anonymous] has grown up.”

Sophomore year of high school, one of my best friends Hilary had a party in her basement while her mom was away. We invited some of the guys in our grade and someone’s older brother bought us a handle of vodka. One of the boys who came sat next to me in Spanish class. His name was Thomas. I remember playing a simple game, where we passed the bottle of vodka around in a circle and drank. I remember being happily tipsy and having fun, to suddenly being very drunk. Thomas and I started chanting numbers in Spanish, and he leaned towards me and kissed me. We kissed in the middle of the party, with all of our friends cheering. Then we went into Hilary’s bedroom.

Hilary’s bedroom was in the basement, on the ground floor, with a large window next to her bed. When someone went outside to smoke a cigarette, they realized it was a front row seat to what was happening in the bedroom. It was dark outside, and the light on was in the bedroom. They called everyone outside to watch. I don’t remember getting undressed, but apparently we were both completely naked in Hilary’s bed. A friend of mine told me later she tried to open the door and stop what was happening, but Thomas must have locked it. They said they pounded on the door. I don’t remember hearing them pounding. I don’t remember seeing everyone’s faces outside the window.  I remember Thomas holding my head down, and shoving his penis into my mouth. I remember trying to resist, pulling back, but he held his hands firmly on my head, pushing my face up and down. That’s all that I remember.

The next day, my friends and I went out to dinner at one of our favorite local restaurants. I couldn’t eat anything, and it wasn’t because I was hung over. Every time I tried to put food in my mouth, I felt like I was choking. Anytime a flash of the night before appeared in my mind, I felt like vomiting. My friends sat with me in silence. Then they told me a girl named Lindsey, who had briefly dated Thomas freshman year, had stood outside and watched the entire time. Even after everyone else stopped watching. My friends said they didn’t watch.

On Monday, Thomas and I sat next to each other in Spanish. We didn’t speak. We didn’t make eye contact. I went to the girls bathroom and threw up. I hear Lindsey and Thomas live together, now, ten years later.

Junior year of high school, my teacher for Honors Spanish was named Señor Gonzales. Señor Gonzales had all of the girls sit in the front row. Señor Gonzales called on any girl who was wearing a skirt to write on the chalkboard. Señor Gonzales asked a friend of mine, who had broken her finger playing an after school sport, if she broke her finger because “she liked it rough.” Señor Gonzales was a tenured teacher.

Senior year of high school, I got my first real boyfriend. His name was Colin. He was on the lacrosse team with Thomas. He told me that sophomore year, Thomas told everyone on the team what happened that night at Hilary’s. Everyone cheered. Colin said that, even then, he had a crush on me. Even then, he wanted to punch Thomas.

Colin and I lost our virginities to each other. Colin said if I got pregnant, he would make me have the baby. He didn’t believe in abortion. Colin said if I got pregnant, he would make me have a C-section. Colin said that if I didn’t have a C-section, my vagina would be too loose for him to ever enjoy having sex with me again. Colin said that he wouldn’t let our child breastfeed. He said his mother gave him formula, and that he turned out just fine. I didn’t get pregnant.

Junior year of college, I lived in Denmark for the spring semester and studied at the University of Copenhagen. Copenhagen is one of the safest cities in the world. Guns are illegal there. Pepper spray is illegal there. One night, my friends and I went to a concert at a crowded club in a part of the city I didn’t know very well. I brought a tiny purse with money, my apartment key, and my international cell phone. For some reason it made sense at the time to put my purse inside my friend’s purse. Maybe I didn’t feel like carrying it. We were both drinking. My friend left the concert to go home with her boyfriend. One by one, everyone I was there with left the concert, until I was suddenly alone and I realized I didn’t have my purse, or any money for a cab ride home.

I started walking in the direction that felt right. I walked for a long time. I had no idea where I was, and didn’t recognize the area. It was almost 4 am. I was on a residential street when a cab pulled up next to me. I asked the driver if he could drive me to an intersection down the street from my apartment.

I don’t have any money, I said.

I really need your help, I said.

I will do it for free, he said.

Sit in the front, he said.

I sat in the front. We drove in silence for some time, until he pulled over on the side of a dark street.

I don’t want to do it for free anymore, he said.

He locked the car doors and reached across the center console and slipped his hand up my skirt. He grabbed my vagina. Hard. I pushed his hand away and unlocked the door. I ran down the street and realized he had taken me a block away from the intersection I wanted. I walked to my apartment and threw rocks at my roommate’s window until she let me inside. She yelled at me for waking her up. I escaped. Nothing happened. I was fine.

The summer after I graduated college I helped Hilary find an internship. She was an art major and wanted something for her resume besides waitressing. We found a posting on Craigslist to be a studio assistant for a painter in the Bronx. It was listed as an unpaid internship. The toll for the George Washington Bridge was twelve dollars, plus gas, but she got the internship anyway. She wanted the experience.

The artist was a 38-year-old Canadian painter named Bradley. Hilary was 22.There was another intern there, an art student from Manhattan named Stella.  Bradley needed assistants to help him make bubble wrap paintings. Stella and Hilary would take a syringe and fill the tiny bubbles with different color paints until it formed a mosaic. Bradley always had Hilary stay after Stella left to clean the paintbrushes and syringes. He told Hilary she was beautiful. More beautiful than his wife, who he only married for citizenship. He told Hilary they had a loveless marriage. He told Hilary he wanted to have her beautiful children. They began an affair. He told Hilary has wife knew and didn’t care. He told Hilary he was going to leave his wife soon.

Everyday Hilary drove to the Bronx, cleaned Bradley’s paintbrushes, and had sex on the studio floor. Everyday she went home with no money, and everyday she paid the toll at the George Washington Bridge. She needed the internship for her resume, she said. It was too late to find a new job, she said.

I could go on. I could tell you a lot more. About the whistles on the sidewalk, the kids who sat at the bottom of the stairs in high school to look up our skirts, my friend who was a prostitute in South Carolina, the men who’ve cornered me in parking lots and bars calling me a tease, the unwanted grabbing on the subway, the many times my father has called me fat, the time I traveled to the Philippines and discovered Western men pay preteen locals to spend the week in their hotel, the messages on OKCupid asking to “fart in my mouth.” About how I wasn’t sure if I had been raped because I was drunk and kissed Thomas back. How he raped my mouth and not my vagina, so that must not be rape. How easy it was for me to escape the dark street in Copenhagen, and how that made it not matter since “it could’ve been worse.”

Men have no idea what it takes to be a woman. To grin and bear it and persevere. The constant state of war, navigating the relentless obstacle course of testosterone and misogyny, where they think we are property to be owned and plowed. But we’re not. We are people, just like them. Equals, in fact, or at least that’s the core of what feminism is still trying to achieve. The job is not over. We’ve made great progress. There are female CEOs, though not very many. There are females writing for the New York Times and winning Pulitzer prizes, though not very many.  There are female politicians, though not very many. But these advances are only on paper. The job won’t be over until equality permeates the air we breathe, the streets we walk and the homes we live in.

I think back to how easy it was for me, in first grade, to feel fearless and strong in my conviction to stomp on John’s glasses. I felt right in reacting how I did, because John’s behavior was wrong. But his was an elementary learning of the wide boundaries his gender would go on to afford him. For me, it would never again be so easy.

- Anonymous, age 25

Don’t scroll down, read this. All of it.

READ IT.

Too much of this resonated with me

^^^^

25 Aug 18:48

airagorncharda: herbertbillings: “100 Reasons (Why I’m Not Out...



















airagorncharda:

herbertbillings:

100 Reasons (Why I’m Not Out To My Family)” pt. 2

(in which members of the lgbtq community speak out about why they’re not open about their sexuality with their families.)

poster series

Shari Heck, 2014.

The notions that LGBT people MUST be out or else they don’t respect themselves, or they’re harboring internalized homophobia, or they’re not being TRUE to themselves are SO harmful and SO problematic because there are people like this in situations where the choice between staying in the closet and coming out is often the choice between safety and very real danger.

25 Aug 22:49

"Penal law was not created by the common people, nor by the peasantry, nor by the proletariat, but..."

“Penal law was not created by the common people, nor by the peasantry, nor by the proletariat, but entirely by the bourgeoisie as an important tactical weapon in this system of divisions which they wished to introduce.”

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Michel Foucault | On Popular Justice: A Discussion with Maoists (1971)

Folks need to really interrogate their notions of justice with this in mind. 

25 Aug 23:40

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26 Aug 00:16

mattmcguigan: garnet-amethyst-and-pearl: mattmcguigan: an...







mattmcguigan:

garnet-amethyst-and-pearl:

mattmcguigan:

an important lesson about making mistakes:

you can still get a cookie

How does a robot eat a cookie?

I think you misunderstand mailbot’s intentions

24 Aug 06:23

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thats-what-sidhe-said:

meowoofau:

laptop cat scratcher

Suck UK has made a laptop replica out of cardboard to act as a decoy so you can get on with computering. It features a scratch pad keyboard, a fluffy mouse and custom slide in wallpaper.

Link

24 Aug 23:09

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Cary Renquist

The dreaded mullet



24 Aug 06:14

This Couple Had The Best Compromise And Went With A ‘Two-Face’...

24 Aug 13:09

chrisisoninfiniteearths: buzzfeed: 17 Illustrations That Are...













chrisisoninfiniteearths:

buzzfeed:

17 Illustrations That Are Incredibly Real For Anyone With ADD

ADD really is one of the worst-named conditions. It should be called Attention Surplus Disorder because when it’s really bad, it’s because we try to pay attention to everything around us at once. When I was younger, crowds and parties could be a nightmare because my brain would try to listen to 10 conversations at the same time.

I always wonder. I was one of the ritalin kids, diagnosed at about age 8 or 9, medicated until my tweens. Ritalin kept me focused and I felt brilliant (math was a breeze, I’d get weeks ahead in class) but couldn’t write a story or draw a picture to save my life. I could either be smart and uncreative or distracted and artistic and I ended up choosing the latter. Since they stopped diagnosing it with the overwhelming frequence of the 90s, do we still have it?

I’m still happy with the choice I made, even if I can’t do algebra in my head anymore and feel dizzy when presented with too many options.

24 Aug 16:53

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24 Aug 17:53

Summer of ’65: Milton Richardson authorized as on-sale liquor proprietor; first African American to hold such license in Duluth

by Paul Lundgren
Cary Renquist

Fifty years ago — Aug. 23, 1965 — the DNT reports the Duluth City Council has granted an on-sale liquor license to Milton Richardson for his Rendezvous Bar at 21 E. Michigan St. The article notes it’s the first time a liquor license has been issued to an African American.

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Fifty years ago — Aug. 24, 1965 — the DNT reports the Duluth City Council has granted an on-sale liquor license to Milton Richardson for his Rendezvous Bar at 21 E. Michigan St. The article notes it’s the first time a liquor license has been issued to an African American.

(Note: There is no building at 21 E. Michigan St. today; it’s the spot where I-35 runs behind the Electic Fetus and the Wieland Block. Also, an article in the Aug. 20 DNT referred to the address of Richardson’s bar as “22 W. Michigan St.,” which would be behind the Allete / Minnesota Power headquarters.)

In granting the license, the council set itself up to deprive one of five holders of inactive licenses from opening a new liquor establishment. Four of them were owners of bars in the Gateway Urban Renewal District that were demolished.

The Alcoholic Beverage Board recommended last Wednesday that the five licenses not be issued at this time. It was felt by the board that former Gateway bar owners should not hold licenses because they had no buildings in which to operate bars.

The council, in awarding a license to Richardson, did not indicate which of the former license holders will not be granted a renewal.

William F. Maupins, president of the Duluth Chapter of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, appealed for a license on behalf of Richardson.

He said that an important part of the issue was to give a Negro a right to hold a license and to serve Negro people.

“A Negro has never had a liquor license in Duluth,” he said. “He should be treated like a white man and be permitted to have a license.

“A Negro should be able to own a liquor establishment and other Negroes should be given the right to buy a drink in the place.

“If a Negro is ever to have a license, it should be now. There are 700 Negros in Duluth and they should be served.”

The proposal to grant Richardson a license was included in a list of 67 on-sale liquor licenses recommended to the council by the Alcoholic Beverage Board.

The resolution was approved unanimously by the council. But an earlier attempt to amend the resolution to table Richardson’s license application was defeated by a four-to-four vote.

Voting on behalf of Richardson previously were councilmen Robert LaPine, Sherman E. Iverson, John F. LaForge and Albert Colalillo. Those urging that the matter be tabled were councilmen Alfred E. Persch, Dwight Solberg, Leo M. McDonald and Robert Eaton.

All councilmen said they felt Richardson deserved a license. But four felt the matter should be discussed thoroughly before another license holder was deprived of his license.

Andrew Larson, attorney for Richardson, noted that the Alcoholic Beverage Board had recommended on three occasions that Richardson be given a license. He said his client would upgrade a license. He contended that the council did not have to determine which license Richardson would get because they are inactive at the present time.

Tragedy of War Touches All Ages

Tragedy of War Touches All Ages
Too young to realize that she has been orphaned as a result of the war in Vietnam, 20-month-old Linda Dieryck feeds a cooky to her pet collie Susie as her grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Leo Dieryck, Strand Road, look on. Linda’s dad, Marine Corps Cpl. James Dieryck, was killed in action in Vietnam last Wednesday. Her mother, the former Jeanne Wakefield of Clover Valley, was killed last October when she was struck by a truck on the Marine Corps Base at Oceanside, Calif. Corporal Dieryck, a Marine Corps career man with seven years of service, had been in Vietnam since last May. His body will be returned to Duluth for funeral services later this week.–(Staff photo by George F. Starkey.)

Mayor Buys Ticket

Mayor Buys Ticket
Duluth Mayor George D. Johnson is shown buying the first ticket to the 76th annual Duluth Police Benefit Ball from patrolman Walter G. Netzel Monday. The ball will be from 9 p.m. to 1 a.m. Oct. 1 in Hotel Duluth.

Jeff Crisp

Weary and disappointed, but not unappreciated, Jeff Crisp leads Superior’s American Legion baseball team off the train at Superior’s Union Depot. The team had a 2-2 record in the double-elimination regional tournament.

Ray Nitschke

Ray Nitschke, middle linebacker of the Green Bay Packers, is a warrior on the gridiron and as gentle as a kitten when he’s out of uniform. (AP Wirephoto.)

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24 Aug 21:30

john-egbert: janksy: do you ever look at some photos and just go “how the fuck did anyone manage...

john-egbert:

janksy:

do you ever look at some photos and just go “how the fuck did anyone manage to take that”

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24 Aug 19:48

starboyelliot: glowingnectar: brandx: empressrarapo: theafroc...

Cary Renquist

Didn't see this back in December...



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glowingnectar:

brandx:

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where are they getting these throwback ass kids from? why they dress like minor characters from good times?

SEE BRUH! I SAID THIS! I SAID THAT PIC OF THE BOY WITH THE WATER BOTTLES LOOKS LIKE THE PIC OF THE BOY HUGGING THE COP!

Bc it is the same kid. I was reading info on the first pic about how the mom of this boy takes around to purposely to pose for these photos.

Yep. The photo’s staged and the child pictured is Devonte Hart, a transracial adoptee whose white adoptive parent uses him as a literal prop in her propaganda. Apparently he really didn’t want to hug the cop in that photo on the left, but his mother forced him into it, that’s why he’s crying.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again — white saviors adopters coercing their own child into unwanted physical contact with an adult stranger who works in the force that regularly assaults and murders Black people with impunity… that doesn’t sound like abuse dynamics at all OH WAIT

and the fact that the officer hugging that boy supports darren wilson

here are some links about the photo being staged

and that cnn lied about this

Literally this is so fucking important
24 Aug 03:10

What a totally random collection of Art Deco photos ! 1) 125...









What a totally random collection of Art Deco photos ! 1) 125 Worth Street, Centre Street side near New York City Hall 2) Stairs to elevator on the Queen Mary, permanently moored about 3 miles from where I live in Long Beach, California (about 5 miles as the crow drives) 3) 30 Rock, New York City 4) Hoover Building, London England

2 I have many photos of. I will post one in a moment.

24 Aug 03:22

museedart: Truth Coming Out of Her Well to Shame Mankind, 1896...



museedart:

Truth Coming Out of Her Well to Shame Mankind, 1896 by Jean-Léon Gérôme