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Why Grandmothers May Hold The Key To Human Evolution

In this foraging society, it turns out, grandmothers were more
important to child survival than fathers. Mom and grandma were keeping
the kids fed. Not Man the Hunter.

This finding led Hawkes to
completely re-evaluate what she thought she knew about human evolution.
Grandmothers were crucial in this environment to childhood survival. So
maybe it wasn’t an accident that humans are the only great ape species
in which women live so long past reproductive age. If having a helpful
grandmother increased a kid’s chances of survival, natural selection may
well have started selecting for older and older women. (This endowment
would have passed also to human men.)

Why Grandmothers May Hold The Key To Human Evolution

futureevilscientist:

rnr4ev:

thedatingfeminist:

Our culture really romanticises the idea
of a brooding misunderstood loner who’s an asshole to everyone
but secretly has a heart of gold, so it’s frighteningly easy to meet a guy who treats everyone around him badly and believe without evidence that he has a heart of gold. 

Don’t fall for it.

And a lapse in cruelty is not evidence of kindness.

“A lapse in cruelty is not evidence of kindness”
Bolded because that line is so incredibly important

Don’t forget that mistaking “a lapse in cruelty” for “kindness” is EXACTLY how Stockholm Syndrome works mechanism-wise. (And personally, since all it really requires is a strong power imbalance in the relationship, I believe that there’s a lot of room to apply it in adult abusive relationships and even in abusive parent-child relationships.)

Don’t ever let yourself think that someone is a good person because of something awful they could be doing but are not doing, right now. When in doubt, imagine yourself acting the same way to a friend, and ask yourself if you’d still want to be friends with you.

rainbowagnes:

he comes home ever six months or so. the house feels empty, but it always has, ever since the day his father didn’t come home (a little light protesting, he says, leave the dinner warm) and there’s his sister Lupe, off running rifles, and his sister Niambh, still not much more than a teenager, with fingers clever enough to put those weapons together blindfolded.

and there’s a woman who’s seen more ghosts in her life than anyone should, who gets up in the morning and does her duty because there’s bloody well nothing else to do aside from get a move on with things, another mission another weapons run, though she’s older now, mainly just organises things, keeps tabs on the stock and guards it, if necessary, with a very quick hand

but every half year or so, her son come home, every time with a few more ghosts in his eyes and unspeakable things in his heart, every time a little more like his father, like Cezar was,

and every time she puts the kettle on and makes a cup of tea and holds him while he cries

and then one day, it’s a holo and not a son that’s sent home

Noooo who said you could do that