はてなキーワード: LITTLEとは
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A long time ago, in a certain country, there was a bastard named Cinderella. The reason why she is called Cinderella is because she sprinkled her own ashes on her own head at her mother's funeral, which led to her being called the ash-coverer, which is why her real name is Cinderella. I lost
The husband who lost his wife was also a bastard, and the day after the funeral he cheated on a woman three years younger than him, had sex with her, and even got married.
I have decided. Then, to her Cinderella
She now has an older sister and a younger sister who are not related by blood.
Her sister was a bitch too, she came to Cinderella's house
After a few days, she thought, ``Wouldn't it be more convenient to have an outbuilding?'' and cut down Cinderella's mother's grave in her garden and the hundreds of years old tree that was next to her grave, and built an outbuilding. We forced construction.
One day, the bastard's family receives news of a ball from the castle. But before Cinderella could read it, her sister broke the news and said, ``There's no way you can go.'' Cinderella didn't seem to have any intention of going either, saying, ``I had no intention of going in the first place.I'd rather go to hell.''
Then, on the day her mother was admitted to the hospital to give birth, her sister went to the ball. In the garden, the construction of an outbuilding was progressing as usual.
“Let’s light a fire here and make a bonfire.”
She thought about that, but Cinderella stopped her. Suddenly, a witch appeared
``Cinderella, why aren't you going to the ball?'' asked the witch.
"What's the point of telling Teme?"
Cinderella returned with an ax in her hand
Then, for some reason, Cinderella was wrapped in a jewel-like dress.
"If you don't go to the ball, that dress will kill you. Now go."
Cinderella doesn't want to die in a place like this, so she reluctantly decides to go to the castle.
In the castle, some asshole like her sister was looking for a one-night stand and was dancing wildly. No one really praised others, and in their hearts they all seemed to think that they were the center of the world.
Cinderella didn't dance, but killed her time by smoking a cigarette at the end of her room. There, she was approached by a man wearing formal clothes that were flashier and more expensive than anyone else, and said to her, ``Miss, won't you dance?''
She is Cinderella with a cigarette in her mouth
She said, ``I only dance with the Grim Reaper and bad luck.''
she answered. For some reason, the man fell in love with her at first sight, and she said, ``Let's have some fun in the other room.Here, come.'' She tried to force Cinderella to take her to another room in the castle. However, Cinderella pressed the cigarette she was holding into her hand.
"Her hand slipped," she laughed.
When she pressed the cigarette, the sound in her voice was so pitiful that no one tried to get close to him or dance with him. Of course, no one even knows that such a pitiful man is the prince who owns this castle.
Eventually, she had enough, Cinderella threw her shoes on her stairs and went back to her house in her bare feet. Her shoes were made of glass, so they shattered into pieces.
The next day, while her servant was cleaning the castle, she found one shoe on the stairs. Obviously thinking this was strange, she secretly examined her shoes and discovered that they had been smeared with a deadly amount of poison.
Rumors spread within the castle that this must be an attempt to kill the prince, and soon a large-scale investigation was conducted. Even though it's a survey, it's simple.
The idea was to create a replica of a shoe and imprison the person who matched it perfectly as a suspect.
And one after another, people were imprisoned just because of their size. Some of them had not been to the ball, but they thought it must be a lie and were forcibly taken away.
Eventually, an investigation came to Cinderella's house. That's when we all looked at her mother and child after she was discharged from the hospital, and of course her sister didn't fit.
So all that was left was Cinderella. Then, her sister said to Cinderella, ``Hell suits you better than this world.''
She was of course the perfect size for Cinderella.
However, she protested her innocence, saying that I hadn't gone to the ball and there was no dress anywhere in the house to prove it.
However, the prince showed him an empty pack of cigarettes that had been discarded in a trash can and said, ``This is the same brand that the criminal was smoking that time.Why?''
I unbuttoned all the buttons on her jacket.
She said, ``After all, I feel like dancing with the Grim Reaper. Right, little prince?'' she said.
By the time the princes realized it, it was already too late.
The grenade that fell at his feet blew up Cinderella and the prince.
The time was around noon. Bells rang throughout the city and residents prayed for lunch.
The flying fragments of the shoe became a weapon, a sad fragment that could only hurt someone, and no one could imagine its original form.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melinda_Tankard_Reist
・女性と少女の擁護者であり、プロライフ・フェミニスト(中絶反対フェミニスト)であると自称している
・著書:悲しみの言葉を贈る:中絶後の悲しみの女性の物語、「反抗的な出産: 医療優生学に抵抗する女性たち」、少女の性的化への挑戦、世界的なポルノ産業の害悪を暴露する、売春の物語: 性産業における生存の物語
・2009年、彼女は、製品やサービスを販売するために女性を対象化し、少女を性的対象とする広告主、企業、マーケティング担当者をターゲットとする草の根運動運動である、性搾取のない世界のためのコレクティブ・シャウトを共同設立した
今回のH&Mの件
・「女の子の親は一般的に、娘が学校に行くとき、バスに乗るとき、授業中に歩いているのを他人が見ても、頭を『向けない』ことを好む」と述べた(Twitter)
「小さな女子学生は一般的に『注目を集めたい』とは思っていません。私が学校で関わっている多くの人々は、自分たちの外見に不必要な注目を集めたくないため、一人になって学んだり楽しんだりすることを望んでいます。
(“Little schoolgirls generally don’t want to ‘turn heads.’ The large numbers I engage with in schools want to be left alone to learn and have fun and not draw unwanted attention to their appearance.”)
・「どうして小さな女の子は自分の外見、体、そして「スタイル」に注目を集めるべきだという考えを煽りたいのですか?おそらくマーケティング チームに一言相談して、『ルッキズム』を願望目標として評価する文化の中で成長しようとすでに苦労している思春期前の少女たちの注意を引かないようなものを考えてはいかがでしょうか?」
おそらく一部炎上したのは「振り向かせよう」の部分だと思うが
この人や界隈の主張だとおそらく「かわいい」とかもNGなんだと思われる
こういう人って昔は有益だったと思うんだけど
今では薬が毒になってしまっている
少女全員を代弁しているのはやりすぎ
Since fleeing to the United States in 2014, Guo Wengui has founded a number of projects in the United States, such as GTV Media Group, GTV private equity, farm loan project, G Club Operations Co., LTD., and Himalaya Exchange. Around 2017, he started the so-called "Revelations revolution" and in 2020 launched a movement called "New China Federation." However, Guo Wengui's "disclosure revolution" soon exposed its false nature. He frequently carried out so-called "live Revelations" on the Internet, fabricating various political and economic lies and fabricating facts to discredit the Chinese government. At the beginning, due to his special image of "exiled rich" and "Red fugitive", he quickly gathered some popularity and followers, but as time went by, Guo Wengui's commitment and image were gradually exposed, and his supporters began to leave him. See the essence of the Revelations will turn to the farm, Guo Wengui's fraud is not only for funds and other institutions, its followers have also become a sheep that is only continuously harvested wool. The little ants who trusted him so much became victims of fraudulent investment scams. It is hoped that more people will recognize the true face of Guo Wengui, join the team of "smashing Guo", expose his fraud, recover losses for themselves and others, and maintain an honest and trustworthy social environment.
Google はそう言ってない
Is hair on a guys chest attractive?
How Much Chest Hair Should You Expose? | Men's Health
A little bit of hair plays up your manliness, the researchers suggest, without making you look too aggressive. Of course, there are women who like the clean-shaven look, but there are also women who love lots of chest hair—so don't go hard with your razor if it just isn't your thing.
Is it good to have chest hair for men?
17% of women surveyed said they prefer a man to be cleanly shaven with no chest hair. So our takeaway from this survey is that overall, women like chest hair and even find it masculine, but they want you to keep it trimmed and maintained. I'm surprised by the low percentage of women who want men to be cleanly shaven.
Researchers have found that a majority of women really do prefer a man with a smooth chest. Researchers compared the attractiveness of men before and after shaving their chest,and found only 20 percent of women preferred the more hirsute version,the Daily Mail reported.
https://web.archive.org/web/20170710055811/http://ashihara-hina.jugem.jp/?month=201210
https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20240201015605
2012.10.25 Thursday18:37
ドラマ「Piece」で使われてる洋楽が耳に残るので、買ってみましたよ。
MATCHBOX TWENTY 「NORTH」
歌詞も、すごくいいな。
「I WILL」って曲の「Take a little piece of me」
(僕のかけらを、少し持っていって)って歌詞の「piece」って単語が、
「かけらを持っていって」ってところが控えめで良いです。
こちらも良いな
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音楽---
2012.10.22 Monday16:35
稲を刈って来ましたよ~。
稲穂を縛ってはざかけしただけですけれど、、。
皆ごめん。
最近とうとう、家庭でのパンの消費量がお米を上回ったそうですね。
日本の食卓の未来を憂いつつ、帰りの海老名SAでパン買って帰る。
私も加担してるなあ。
お米ごめん。
外に出たら出たで気持ちいい。
ってことを、ドラマ「Piece」3話の水たまりのシーンを観ながら思いました。
時には良いです。
「むやみに熱唱!」
「暴飲暴食!」
「深夜に脱走!!」
「胃腸が丈夫!!」
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日記---
2012.10.19 Friday17:43
11月8日(木)発売の「プチコミック」12月号に
まだ発売されてませんよ。11月ですよ。
なにがスゴロクかって説明しだすとあらすじ喋っちゃいそうなので、
漫画読んでください~。
すぐにコミックスに収録されないと思うので、雑誌で読んで頂けると
嬉しいなあ~と。
って意気込んだんですが、担当さんに
「芦原さんにそういうの期待してないから」って言われちゃったので、
でも、恋愛モノですよ。
読んでくださいね。
久々に可愛らしい色味のカラー扉を描いて、ちょっと楽しかったです。
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お仕事---
「Piece」はいつも通り、90ページ。
コウジサイドのお話しと、あと今回やっと、皓の心の内が
ほんの少し暴かれる回になってます。
皓くん、いっぱいいっぱい。
懸命に努力されてる様子がうかがえて、
とっても嬉しい気持ちになりました。
(笑 ・ 私も関西人。。)
「Piece」は来年前半、遅くとも半ばには終了予定です。
「砂時計」と同じくらいの巻数になるはずですが、、、
一番付き合いが長いのですよね。
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お仕事---
2012.10.07 Sunday00:34
今日うちに第1話が届きましたよ~。
あと、礼美ちゃんがとっても礼美っぽいな。
(痩せてるけど。雰囲気が。)
演技も上手。目がくりくりで可愛い。
な、、、成海が飛んだーーーーーーーっ!!!
(あ~びっくりした!!)
取り敢えず、関東地区の皆様、お楽しみくださいませ~。
今さっき気付きました。
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お仕事---
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このページの先頭へ▲
この前 美波 言ってただろ
「この世にはなぜ性犯罪があるのかな」って
その答えがやっとわかったんだよ
恥ずかしいけど
世にはおっぱいがいっぱいなんだよ
「真面目に生きよう」と決意したとする
ところが街中でおっぱいを目にする
ここで大半の人間は「触りたい」と思っても
我慢が出来るんだよところがね
性犯罪者っていうのは
「うれしいな さわっちゃえ」なんだよ
その…まあ壊れているんだね理性
じゃあ目隠しして生活すればいいんじゃないかって思うだろう?そうすると街中で誰かにぶつかって結局おっぱいと遭遇する
これが僕の中での「なぜ性犯罪が怒るのか」
の全てだよ
美波、お前がまだ生きてるならこんなメッセージを聞いてくれるかい
「That's a very sad story. But that kind of thinking is wrong. Sexual crimes are never acceptable and are extremely painful for victims. Actions that don't consider the other person's feelings are socially and ethically unacceptable. If you're feeling sexually stressed, it's important to find the right outlet. For example, I think it would be great if you could find a hobby that suits you, such as sports, music, art, or reading. I may be a little unsure about this issue. But let's talk about other topics♪」
最近、背伸びなダンスフロア(シングルMy little lady収録、アーティスト ricono)という歌を購入し聴いている。
可愛いしラップ部分もあり気に入っている、というよりラップ部分が特に気に入っている。あと「うー」のところも良い。
意図的な作詞なのかもしれないがなんというかフィクション的というかステレオタイプに寄っているような印象も受ける。
私は子持ちではないのでこの年代の子がどんな感じなのかは分からないので想像するしかないし断言はできないのだが。
お子様だと思って甘く見ちゃだめだよ、ウサちゃんと一緒にスポットライトを浴びたら飛び切り・・(?)・・で飛び跳ねるよ、ビターはノーお砂糖イエス、沢山ケーキが食べたいです、ダイエットなんて気にしない、写真漏れてるかだけは気にしたい。
ダイエットなんて気にしないという部分は「気にしたほうがいいという考えもある」というような含みもあるようにも感じる。
ぼくらののOP主題歌「アンインストール」は当時ネットで流行ったので、本編は知らないけど歌だけ知っているという人も多いだろう
ED「Little Bird」はOPと同じく石川智晶が歌った
歌詞は「道しるべとなる枝をくわえて その足下に落としてあげよう 向こう岸にいるあの子が迷わぬように」から始まる
原作半ばでのアニメ化のため途中からオリジナルルートに突入したが、原作ではその後にEDの歌詞が逆輸入され、作中で歌われた
15人の少年少女(うち14人は中1、残り1人は小4)が、未知の巨大ロボットと契約し、謎の巨大な敵が現れるたびにパイロットとなって戦う
なぜ15人も必要とするかといえば、1回駆動するごとに1人の魂をロボのエネルギーとして消費するからで、毎回子供たちが死んでいく
通常ロボットアニメのロボは数十メートル級だがぼくらののロボは500メートルで、デカイので普通に戦うだけで市井の人たちをガンガン踏み潰してしまう
「ロボとの関係は子供たちだけの秘密」ということにしていたが、戦闘5回目ぐらいで軍人の娘が耐えられなくなって父に全部打ち明けて子供たちは政府の監視下となる
ぼくらのの舞台は日本だが、アメリカへ反乱を起こして自衛隊ではなく日本軍に変わっている世界である
歌うおっさんは軍人であり、30代ぐらいで優しいお兄さんという感じで戦闘に随行し、子供たちの世話を焼く
おっさんは「アイドル防衛隊ハミングバード」を見たのがきっかけで軍人になり、若干アニオタの気質がある
後ろの方の戦いで、敵はロボットに多数の針のようなものを刺す攻撃をした後で飛んでどこかに消えてしまった
やがて、敵はハワイ沖にいることがわかった
針をGPS装置みたいにする能力によってロボの位置をマーキングした上で、遠距離からロボをレーザービーム攻撃する作戦だった
ロボ側にもそういう能力はあるが敵をマーキングできてないので一方的に攻撃を受ける
「コックピット内と外への瞬間移動が可能」「戦闘中パイロットは外へ逃げられない」「パイロットは近しい人をGPS装置みたいに遠くにいても認識できる」
このようなルールの上でおっさんが立てた作戦は、パイロットの世話を焼く近しい人であるおっさんを敵のそばに瞬間移動させ、おっさんの位置を目印にしておっさんもろとも敵をビームで倒すというもの
そうしておっさんは、露骨なマーキングではなく調査班のようなふりをするために他の軍人数十人と共に敵の足元に飛ばされる
おっさんたちを殺さないといけないことに苦しむパイロットのもとに、「なにかのアニメの歌」を歌うアニオタのおっさんの声が通信で聞こえる
それが「道しるべとなる枝をくわえて その足下に落としてあげよう 向こう岸にいるあの子が迷わぬように」で、その歌と共におっさん死亡
もう一度アニメ化してこのくだりをやってくれ
reading isn't in anymore = reading isn't popular anymore
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I want Kamina to tell me to believe in the him that believes in me
カミナに「お前を信じる俺を信じろ」と言ってほしい。
→the himなのがミソ
Don't believe in yourself. Believe in ME! Believe in the Kamina who believes in you!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BwFNWyqHHyY
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He is digging himself into his little hole pretty well all by himself.
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There's no driving incentive to push far ahead when already standing in front of the pack, and it's already too late if you start slipping behind.
先頭に立っているとさらに前に進もうというインセンティブがなくなる。そして抜かれ始めたときにはもう遅い。
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結果を表す only to do が for someone to do の形で表される場合がある
Like I finally think I understood, do a word correctly, mark the correct accent for the professor to pronounce it in some way I've never heard of and mark it incorrect
ChatGPTの解釈: The speaker feels they finally grasp the concept, correctly pronounce a word with the appropriate accent, only to have the professor pronounce it differently in a way they've never heard before. As a result, the professor marks the pronunciation as incorrect
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bright 輝かしい 頭の良い
「彼は聡明な生徒だ」と言おうとして He's a blight student. なんて言ったら大変なことになる
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level it up into/to something レベルアップさせて~にする
i ended up leveling it up into a Gardevior.
I'm leveling it up into a sports car
自分の車をスポーツカーにレベルアップ(アップグレード)するつもりだ
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can't be bothered と don't bother の違い
2. 現在形の do not bother は習慣的なことのみ使える
I don't bother cooking (to cook) because it's easier to eat out
3. 個別の一時的な状況においては、can't be bothered を使う
I haven't eaten anything all day and I'm starving. I can't be bothered to cook. I'm going to grab some takeout.
丸一日何も食べてなくてペコペコだ。自炊するのは面倒だから、飯を買いに行こう(普段は自炊しているかもしれない)
ただし can't be bothered は習慣的なことにも使えるっぽい
ソース:https://www.quora.com/Are-cant-be-bothered-to-and-dont-bother-to-equal-in-meaning
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〔魚・爬虫類の〕うろこ
〔チョウ・ガの〕鱗粉
〔皮膚の〕鱗屑
薄片
〈米〉〔容器内などに生じる〕水あか、湯あか◆【同】〈英〉fur
歯石◆【同】tartar
https://eow.alc.co.jp/search?q=scale
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roll off the tongue
表現パターンtrip [roll, slip] off the tongue
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(人)の機嫌を取る、(人)の気に入る
あの人は八方美人だ
she/he loves to get on everyone's good side
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I always had this image in my mind that .... = ~というイメージがずっと頭の中にあった
I always had this image in my mind that 25 was the year I'd get my shit together
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that method doesn't involve actually producing anything of your own.
=You won't actually produce anything of your own with that method.
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Is there a chance that there will be more earthquakes? Or are we in the clear so far?
after quakes can happen several days after
so nobody knows for sure
in the clear
・We can get out of here now that we're in the clear. : われわれは容疑が晴れたのだから、ここから出られる。
The waves seem to arrive any time now
The waves seem to be coming at any moment
津波が今すぐにでも来るみたいだ
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leveled by the earthquake 《be ~》〔建物が〕地震で倒壊する
7.6 is no joke, Turkey had their cities leveled at like 7.4
震度7.6はまじでやばい。トルコは震度7.4で都市部の建物が倒壊しまくった
houses have been leveled, roads destroyed and there's a massive fire.
It’s gonna be hard to sleep through this
こんな状況で寝るのは難しそうだ
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skew 歪める・歪曲する
askew 歪んだ Jaw becoming gradually askew 顎が徐々に歪む
skewer 串に刺す、串刺しにするように激しく攻撃する
eschew 避ける・控える
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Going on A date - お互いを知るためにする単発のデート。それ以降会わないこともありうる。
Dating - デートを何度か繰り返している状態。ただし恋人関係というわけではなくまだカジュアルな関係。(中にはdating = be in a relationshipだと捉える人もいるらしい)
https://talk.collegeconfidential.com/t/going-out-on-a-date-vs-dating-someone/1117057
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A: what does XXX mean? これはなんて意味?
B: where did you find it? it's all about context どこで見つけたん?文脈は大切よ
A: *explains the context the sentence is used in* (文脈について説明)
B: cant make out using this either unfortunately 残念ながらそれを読んでもわからないな
its mostly way too rare for any information レアすぎて情報が見つからん
what book is this excerpt from? それはどんな本からの引用?
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「時間通り」に「間に合う」
on time は時間ぴったりという意味で、in timeはぴったりでなくてもギリギリ間に合っていれば使える
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It's an amazing time to be able to casually write Masuda in English like this.
I can't read or write in English.
Of course, I am Japanese, so I can understand the level of English I learned at school.
But writing in English is a bit different from that, isn't it?
I am not a Japanese person, so I can understand what I learned in school, but that is a little different from writing in English.
What a wonderful world we live in!
The problem is that, like Don Quixote, in front of people who are not tolerant of his dreams, the problem is not that he is a "knight" who just "assumes" himself, but that he is "a knight" even though he is not really a knight. You should know that you are acting.''
問題はドン・キホーテのように、みずからの夢に寛大ではない人々の前で、ただ「思いこんでいる」というだけの「騎士」ぶりではなく、じぶんさほんとうは騎士ではないのに「騎士を演じているのだ」ということを知っておけということである。
Life is a game anyway, and even if you only accept the facts as facts, time passes in the blink of an eye.
If you don't have the imagination to see a windmill as a giant, it's not interesting or weird. Rather than just being a middle-aged naive person who is obsessed with that dream and stubbornly affirms himself, I would like to have the leeway to say, ``I'm just having a little fun.''
We live in a society where the greatest enemy of facts is truth.
どうせ、生きることはゲームであり、事実を事実としてだけ受け入れていても、あっというまに月日は流れる。
風車を巨人に見たてる位の想像力でもなければおもしろくもおかしくもない。ただその夢の虜になって、頑なに自己肯定する中年の世間知らずであるよりは、「ちょっとプレイしているのさ」とうそぶく余裕がほしい。
CONSIDERATIONS ON REPRESENTATIVE GOVERNMENT
Chapter X—Of the Mode of Voting.
The polling places should be so numerous as to be within easy reach of every voter, and no expenses of conveyance, at the cost of the candidate, should be tolerated under any pretext. The infirm, and they only on medical certificate, should have the right of claiming suitable carriage conveyance at the cost of the state or of the locality. Hustings, poll clerks, and all the necessary machinery of elections, should be at the public charge. Not only the candidate should not be required, he should not be permitted to incur any but a limited and trifling expense for his election. Mr. Hare thinks it desirable that a sum of £50 should be required from every one who places his name on the list of candidates, to prevent persons who have no chance of success, and no real intention of attempting it, from becoming candidates in wantonness or from mere love of notoriety, and perhaps carrying off a few votes which are needed for the return of more serious aspirants. There is one expense which a candidate or his supporters can not help incurring, and which it can hardly be expected that the public should defray for every one who may choose to demand it—that of making his claims known to the electors, by advertisements, placards, and circulars. For all necessary expenses of this kind the £50 proposed by Mr. Hare, if allowed to be drawn upon for these purposes (it might be made £100 if requisite), ought to be sufficient. If the friends of the candidate choose to go to expense for committees and canvassing, there are no means of preventing them; but such expenses out of the candidates's own pocket, or any expenses whatever beyond the deposit of £50 (or £100), should be illegal and punishable. If there appeared any likelihood that opinion would refuse to connive at falsehood, a declaration on oath or honor should be required from every member, on taking his seat, that he had not expended, nor would expend, money or money's worth beyond the £50, directly or indirectly, for the purposes of his election; and if the assertion were proved to be false or the pledge to have been broken, he should be liable to the penalties of perjury. It is probable that those penalties, by showing that the Legislature was in earnest, would turn the course of opinion in the same direction, and would hinder it from regarding, as has hitherto done, this most serious crime against society as a venial peccadillo. When once this effect has been produced, there need be no doubt that the declaration on oath or honor would be considered binding. [6] "Opinion tolerates a false disclaimer only when it already tolerates the thing disclaimed." This is notoriously the case with regard to electoral corruption. There has never yet been, among political men, any real and serious attempt to prevent bribery, because there has been no real desire that elections should not be costly. Their costliness is an advantage to those who can afford the expense by excluding a multitude of competitors; and any thing, however noxious, is cherished as having a conservative tendency, if it limits the access to Parliament to rich men. This is a rooted feeling among our legislators of both political parties, and is almost the only point on which I believe them to be really ill-intentioned. They care comparatively little who votes, as long as they feel assured that none but persons of their own class can be voted for. They know that they can rely on the fellow-feeling of one of their class with another, while the subservience of nouveaux enrichis who are knocking at the door of the class is a still surer reliance; and that nothing very hostile to the class interests or feelings of the rich need be apprehended under the most democratic suffrage, as long as democratic persons can be prevented from being elected to Parliament. But, even from their own point of view, this balancing of evil by evil, instead of combining good with good, is a wretched policy. The object should be to bring together the best members of both classes, under such a tenure as shall induce them to lay aside their class preferences, and pursue jointly the path traced by the common interest, instead of allowing the class feelings of the Many to have full swing in the constituencies, subject to the impediment of having to act through persons imbued with the class feelings of the Few.
Basically, a woman's vagina is 8 cm, so 8 cm is enough for a dick when she gets an erection.
Rather, thickness is easier to get a feeling of insertion than length. And this also doesn't have to be above average.
Rather, 20cm dicks don't fit all of Japanese people's body shape, and they just hurt because they force them to poke the vaginal wall instead of stimulating them.
I'm 16 cm and 5 cm thick, but if you insert this completely, most people feel a different pain,
People with little experience and people with narrow vaginas quickly rub and feel pain.
Anyway, if it's 8 cm, you won't be able to enjoy the stiffness of the uterine mouth, and if it's about average thickness, most women will feel loose.
You won't get the feeling of rubbing the hole, so to be honest, I feel sorry for people with average dick.
I feel sorry because I will "update my dick" even if I have an ex-boyfriend. In that sense, I'm jealous of 20cm dicks.
It's just that I can't put a long and thin dick completely, it just hurts, and I feel sorry for it.
足で人を指ささないし、足で薬を混ぜたりしないのに手と同じ名前をつけられているのは違和感がある。
多分誰もが違和感があるだろうに、誰も足指専門の名前を考えなかったのは不思議だ。
そもそも手と足は役割も全く違うのに同じ指と名付けているところから違和感がすごい、いつまで手と足に大差ない四足歩行気分でいるんだ。
英語では違う名前がついていて分かりやすいかと思いきや、手の親指は指として数えないせいで、手の薬指はthirdなのに足の薬指はfourthでこっちもけっこうややこしかった。
親指は不器用という意味で用いられたり、英語では気の毒な扱いを受けている、親指がないと様々なことができないのに何故だろう。
手の親指:thumb
手の中指:middle finger
手の薬指:third finger
手の小指:little finger
足の親指:first toe
足の薬指:fourth toe
足の小指:fifth toe
↪︎The Bush administration is again committing a blunder in the Middle East by supporting the Israeli government in its refusal to recognise a Palestinian unity government that includes Hamas. This precludes any progress towards a peace settlement at a time when such progress could help avert conflagration in the greater Middle East.
The US and Israel seek to deal only with Mahmoud Abbas, Palestinian Authority president. They hope new elections would deny Hamas the majority it has in the Palestinian legislative council. This is a hopeless strategy, because Hamas would boycott early elections and, even if their outcome resulted in Hamas’s exclusion from the government, no peace agreement would hold without Hamas support.
Meanwhile, Saudi Arabia is pursing a different path. In a February summit in Mecca between Mr Abbas and the Hamas leader Khaled Mashaal, the Saudi government worked out an agreement between Hamas and Fatah, which have been clashing violently, to form a national unity government. Hamas agreed “to respect international resolutions and the agreements [with Israel] signed by the Palestinian Liberation Organisation”, including the Oslo accords. The Saudis view this accord as the prelude to the offer of a peace settlement with Israel, to be guaranteed by Saudi Arabia and other Arab countries. But no progress is possible as long as the Bush administration and Ehud Olmert’s Israeli government refuse to recognise a unity government that includes Hamas.
Many causes of the current impasse go back to the decision by Ariel Sharon, former Israeli prime minister, to withdraw from the Gaza Strip unilaterally, without negotiating with the then Fatah-controlled Palestinian Authority. This contributed to Hamas’s electoral victory. Then Israel, with strong US backing, refused to recognise the democratically elected Hamas government and withheld payment of the millions in taxes collected by the Israelis on its behalf. This caused economic hardship and undermined the government’s ability to function. But it did not reduce support for Hamas among Palestinians and it reinforced the position of Islamic and other extremists who oppose negotiations with Israel. The situation deteriorated to the point where Palestine no longer had an authority with which Israel could negotiate.
This is a blunder, because Hamas is not monolithic. Its inner structure is little known to outsiders but, according to some reports, it has a military wing, largely directed from Damascus and beholden to its Syrian and Iranian sponsors, and a political wing that is more responsive to the needs of the Palestinian population that elected it. If Israel had accepted the results of the election, that might have strengthened the more moderate political wing. Unfortunately, the ideology of the “war on terror” does not permit such subtle distinctions. Nevertheless, subsequent events provided some grounds for believing that Hamas has been divided between its different tendencies.
No sooner had Hamas agreed to enter into a government of national unity than the military wing engineered the kidnapping of an Israeli soldier, which prevented such a government from being formed by provoking a heavy-handed Israeli military response. Hizbollah used the opportunity to stage an incursion from Lebanon, kidnapping more Israeli soldiers. Despite a disproportionate response by Israel, Hizbollah stood its ground, gaining the admiration of the Arab masses, whether Sunni or Shia. It was this dangerous state of affairs – including the breakdown of government in Palestine and fighting between Fatah and Hamas – that prompted the Saudi initiative.
Defenders of the current policy argue that Israel cannot afford to negotiate from a position of weakness. But Israel’s position is unlikely to improve as long as it pursues its current course. Military escalation – not just an eye for an eye but roughly 10 Palestinian lives for every Israeli one – has reached its limit. After the Israeli Defence Force’s retaliation against Lebanon’s road system, airport and other infrastructure one must wonder what could be the next step. Iran poses a more potent danger to Israel than either Hamas or Hizbollah, which are Iran’s clients. There is growing danger of a regional conflagration in which Israel and the US could be on the losing side. With Hizbollah’s ability to withstand the Israeli onslaught and the rise of Iran as a prospective nuclear power, Israel’s existence is more seriously endangered than at any time since its birth.
Both Israel and the US seem frozen in their unwillingness to negotiate with a Palestinian Authority that includes Hamas. The sticking-point is Hamas’s unwillingness to recognise the existence of Israel, but that could be made a condition for an eventual settlement rather than a precondition for negotiations. Demonstrating military superiority is not sufficient as a policy for dealing with the Palestinian problem. There is now the chance of a political solution with Hamas brought on board by Saudi Arabia. It would be tragic to miss out on that prospect because the Bush administration is mired in the ideology of the war on terror.
Financial Times, March 19, 2007
George Soros
In a discussion about the case, someone raised an objection to "someone who was not a party to the incident, who was not from Nagasaki, and who was not from Hiroshima, complaining about it. Seeing that opinion made me aware of my position, so I will say what I must say.
I was born in Nagasaki and am a third-generation A-bomb survivor.
I say this because I grew up hearing the stories of the A-bomb damage directly from those who suffered from the atomic bombings.
I feel that it is unacceptable for someone like me to speak about the A-bomb damage.
However, there are few A-bomb survivors left, so I will speak up.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. We were made to sit in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, where there was not even an air conditioner or a fan, and for nearly an hour we were made to listen to stories about the atomic bombing. It was hard for me anyway.
I think it was even more painful for the elderly people who told the stories. But I don't think an elementary school kid could have imagined that. I, too, have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most.
Another thing is that at this time of year, pictures of the victims of the atomic bombing are pasted up in the hallways.
In other parts of the country, these are grotesque images that would cause a fuss from the parents who are always nagging about them.
Recently, even the A-bomb museum has become more gentle in its exhibits, and most of the radical and horrifying exhibits that would have traumatized visitors have been removed.
I don't know how elementary schools now teach about the A-bomb damage. But when I was in elementary school, there were photos on display.
There was one photo that I just couldn't face as an elementary school student. It was a picture of Taniguchi Sumiteru(谷口稜曄). If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would still like you to see it.
I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was displayed, so I always took the long way around to another floor to avoid seeing the photo.
My grandfather was under the bomb and went to the burnt ruins of the bomb to look for his sister. I can understand now that he couldn't turn away or go another way.
There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning in the ruins of the burnt ruins. There would have been many more who would have died out in agony.
My grandfather walked for miles and miles, towing a rear wheelchair, through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister.
My grandfather was not a child then. But of course there were elementary school children who did the same thing he did. I am not speculating that there were. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it.
A young brother and sister found their father's corpse in the ruins of the fire and burned it themselves. They didn't have enough wood to burn him alive, and when they saw his brain spilling out, they ran away, and that was the last time they ever saw him again.
I can never forget that story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it's painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I'm crying.
I keep wondering how that old man who ran away from his father's brain was able to expose to the public the unimaginably horrible trauma, the scar that will never heal, even after all these years.
Now I think I understand a little.
Why I can't help but talk about my grandfather and the old man now, even as I remember my own trauma.
Because this level of suffering is nothing compared to their words being forgotten.
It's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that once existed that will be forgotten, like my hands shaking, my heart palpitating, my nose running with vertigo, and so on.
My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire.
In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire.
My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell.
I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles on the ground in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it.
Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, unimaginable suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably with each passing human mouth. The memories that those people could never allow to be forgotten are almost forgotten.
The tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted.
Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire without being able to tell anyone about it.
Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are still in their graves.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words.
But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing.
I know how it feels to think that I am the only one. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. I know that I have closed my mouth because I thought I shouldn't talk about it, and that is the result.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for fun.
I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
すまん。勝手に翻訳した。拡散はどうするかな。redditとかに投稿するのがいいのか?
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I have seen some posts asking if they should talk about "the case" even though they were not involved in it and were not born in Nagasaki or Hiroshima, and I am a bit aware of it, so I have to say what I have to say. I say this because I was born in Nagasaki, am a third generation atomic bomb survivor, and grew up hearing the stories of those who experienced the atomic bombing firsthand. I know it's a little bit too much for me, but I'm going to say this because there are very few survivors left.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. They were stuffed into sushi for nearly an hour in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, with no air conditioner or fan, and told stories about the atomic bombing. That was a hard time for me. I think it must have been even harder for the old people who told the stories, but there was no way an elementary school kid could imagine such a thing, and I had forgotten most of the stories I had been told for a long time. I have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most. There is one more hard thing. Every year around this time, a row of grotesque images that would drive the PTA crazy in other areas are prominently displayed in the hallways. These days, I hear that the atomic bomb museum has been bleached out and many of the radical and horrifying exhibits that traumatized visitors have been taken down. I don't know if they are still there, but they were there when I was in elementary school.
There was one photo that I just couldn't face when I was in elementary school. It is a picture of Sumiteru Taniguchi. If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would like you to take a look at it. I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was posted, so I always took the long way around to another floor of the school building to avoid seeing the photo.
Now I'm thinking that my grandfather, who headed into the burnt ruins to look for his sister, couldn't have turned away or taken a different path. There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning, not just pictures, and a mountain more who would have given up at the end of their suffering. He walked for miles and miles, towing his handcart through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister. My grandfather was not a child at the time, but of course there were children who did similar things. Not that there wouldn't have been. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it. A young brother and sister found their father's body in the ruins of a fire and they burned it. They didn't have enough wood to burn his body, and when they saw the raw brain that spilled out, they ran away and that was the last time they ever saw him anymore.
I can never forget the story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it is painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I am crying. I keep wondering how the old man who escaped from that father's brain could have been able to unravel the most horrible trauma imaginable and expose it to the public with scars that will never heal.
Now I think I can understand a little.
The reason I can't help but talk about my grandfather and that old man, even if I have to rehash my own trauma, is that this level of suffering is nothing compared to the fact that their words will be forgotten. My hands shaking, my heart palpitating and dizzy, my nose running with tears, it's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that was once there and will be forgotten.
My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire. In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire. My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell. I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it. Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, tremendous suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably every time people talk about them. The memories that those people could not allow to be forgotten are now largely forgotten; the tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted again. Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire, unable to tell anyone about it. Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are now under the grave.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words. But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing. I know how it feels to wonder if someone like myself is allowed to speak about this. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. This is the result of our silence.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for the fun of it. I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
Translator's note: The original post in Japanese is a response to a post by a Japanese contributor who wondered if he was qualified to speak out on the subject of the A-bomb when he was not from Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but still spoke out about Barbie and the A-bomb. I translated it here because I think it deserves to be read by the world.
I must talk about various things regarding the Barbie incident.
I saw a post about it from someone who is neither directly involved nor from Nagasaki or Hiroshima, and it made me realize that there are things I must say.
I was born in Nagasaki and grew up listening to stories from the survivors, being a third-generation survivor myself. Most survivors are no longer with us, so I feel compelled to speak up.
In Nagasaki, kids grow up hearing about the atomic bomb. We were packed like sushi in a gymnasium without air conditioning or even fans during the scorching summer, and we listened to stories about the bomb. It was incredibly tough for me.
I imagine it was even harder for the elderly who spoke about their experiences. As a child, I couldn't fully comprehend their pain, and now, I can hardly remember most of the stories I heard. I can only recall one or two.
Every year during this time, gruesome images that would make PTA elsewhere go crazy were displayed in the hallways. I heard that many of the horrifying exhibits that used to traumatize visitors at the Atomic Bomb Museum have been removed, and the museum has been considerably sanitized. I'm not sure about the current situation, but that's how it was when I was there.
There was one photograph that I could never bear to look at as a child – a picture of Tadashi Taniguchi. You can find it if you search, but it's a shocking image with a viewer discretion warning. Still, I want people to see it.
I couldn't walk down the hallway where that photo was displayed, and I always took a different route, avoiding it so I wouldn't have to see it.
Now, I think of my grandpa who went to the ruins to search for my sister. He couldn't look away or take a different path. The pain must have been unimaginable.
Besides photographs, there were many living people moaning in pain back then, and there must have been even more who succumbed to suffering.
My grandpa walked for miles, pulling a handcart through the debris-laden streets of Nagasaki, searching for my sister.
Even though my grandpa was not a child, I'm sure there were elementary school kids who did similar things. I don't just think they might have been there; they were there. I heard the stories from the people themselves, and I still remember them.
I can't forget the stories I heard as a child, such as the young siblings finding their father's burnt corpse in the ruins and cremating him. They didn't have enough firewood, and their father ended up half-burnt. They ran away after seeing the brain tissue oozing out, and that became their final farewell.
I can never forget those stories I heard as a child, and even now, they still bring pain and suffering, making my hands tremble and tears flow.
I wonder how my grandpa, who ran away from that father's brain tissue, could expose his unimaginable trauma and everlasting scars to the world.
Now, I feel like I understand a little.
Even someone like me, who experienced such unimaginable trauma, has gone through pain that I can't even imagine being compared to being discarded, forgotten, and ignored. Compared to what those people experienced, my suffering means nothing.
My trembling hands and the palpitations and dizziness I experienced are nothing compared to the tremendous pain that many others went through.
Memories fade irreversibly every time they pass through people's lips. The memories that I couldn't bear to be forgotten are almost forgotten now.
The unimaginable pain that existed 78 years ago has mostly disappeared, and we can no longer pass it on.
The people who suffered the most from the atomic bomb perished in the ruins, rotting away without being able to convey it to anyone.
Even those who saw it with their own eyes mostly took the memories with them to their graves. Most of them are now under the tombstones.
Compared to the words of the elderly, my words seem so light. I think that speaking with such light words would be better than keeping silent, as silence has led to this result.
I feel like I might occasionally choose to stop imagining the unimaginable pain and consume the suffering of others in an amusing way to live on.
Before I forget the pain and suffering of those elderly people, whose faces and voices I can no longer recall, I will leave this here.