Pour a cup, it’s time to do a deep-dive of non-shit things on the internet.
A pristine, thriving farm on almost 1,000 acres, sitting in a quiet area of the Cotswolds is for sale and it demands that you read about the pure bucolic niceness and scroll through all of the life-giving pictures | Country Life
The Imperfect, Unfinished Work of Women’s Suffrage: A century after the passage of the Nineteenth Amendment, it’s worth remembering why suffragists had to fight so hard, and who was fighting against them (easy to take our current-day privileges – such as they are – for granted without fully understanding the story of those who sacrificed so much so we could) | The New Yorker
How your looks shape your personality: This made me wonder about our personal insecurities… everyone has something they’re embarrassed about with their bodies, to varying degrees – would we be different people if these types of things didn’t impact us mentally? | BBC
I Like Working Retail. Why Am I Too Ashamed to Say So? This has been such an interesting thing to witness these last few years as folks in rapidly-shrinking or changing industries are now having to take work they’re vastly overqualified for, for lower pay – because it’s often all that’s available. I even have felt it slightly with my canteen job – this isn’t what I studied for, and this is vastly below my pay grade. Shouldn’t I be doing more? Where are the jobs where there is more? As I said recently, none of my job applications over the last two years even got anywhere near the interview stage so perhaps the competition for what is left is so strong that the rest of us can’t get anywhere near it. The thing is, I love my job and I’m proud to tell folks I work at the school canteen (and if I was only ever a stay-at-home mum who wanted a part-time school hours job this would be THE DREAM, and I have the teacher aide qualification from before I was ever a mother to prove it), but on occasion I can’t help thinking I’ve worked so hard to get anywhere in my industry for the last ten years, and I’ve gotten precisely nowhere. There is that pride part of me that doesn’t want to admit I’ve failed | New York Times
I am 20. I have 32 half-siblings. This is my family portrait: Such an interesting look at the fallout of sperm donors in today’s hyper-connected culture. Brilliantly put-together, too | New York Times
enjoy your weekend, friends.
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