@staff Not exactly the “welcome back to the app store” you were expecting huh
THIS is the kind of protest that tumblr will care about sooner or later. Leave bad ratings and reviews on apple or in the google play store. Lower their rating so hard that it damages their userbase.
Logging off for a single day isn’t of interest to tumblr. I’m not saying y’all shouldn’t protest in any way you can or want, but logging off the site for just one day isn’t going to bother tumblr because tumblr doesn’t CARE about your symbolic protest. Tumblr has proven time and again that it doesn’t CARE about its userbase. We’re still using the site and we won’t stop using the site any time soon because there’s no alternative. But that’s what we’d have to do to hopefully force tumblr to change anything. And they still won’t do it because their policy change isn’t about family values or what the userbase allegedly wants. It’s about money.
So, unless you stop using the site and app permanently, or for a long period of time, this isn’t going to matter to tumblr. And when you do, you need to do it in big numbers.
Leaving them bad reviews in the apple app store or on google play (where it’ll be harder because the current average rating is 4.4 stars and you need to edit or leave a LOT of bad reviews to drastically lower that), is going to do more to damage their reputation and thus do more to compromise their profit.
I reblog this every time I see it, because the part that makes this so horrific to me, is that the room is a direct callback to Goodnight Moon. It takes this memory of safety and security and turns it directly upside down and I love it.
“Ibat ad antiquas Hecates Perseidos aras quas nemus umbrosum secretaque silva tegebat”.
The Queen of the Night gathered so many names during the millenia. Untamable, wild eyed, spinner of webs, star walker, torch bearer, mountain roamer. Her nature is so intricate and elusive that trying to depict it with a single image never seems to do her justice.
“I once asked my friends if they’d ever held things that gave them a spooky sense of history. Ancient pots with three-thousand-year-old thumbprints in the clay, said one. Antique keys, another. Clay pipes. Dancing shoes from WWII. Roman coins I found in a field. Old bus tickets in second-hand books. Everyone agreed that what these small things did was strangely intimate; they gave them the sense, as they picked them up and turned them in their fingers, of another person, an unknown person a long time ago, who had held that object in their hands. You don’t know anything about them, but you feel the other person’s there, one friend told me. It’s like all the years between you and them disappear. Like you become them, somehow.”
By night I am a witch, but by day (as I have briefly mentioned before) I work in the mental health field as a case manager for adults with chronic mental illness. My clients generally fall into two categories – those who have been diagnosed with schizophrenia or schizoaffective disorder and those who are at a risk of hospitalization, incarceration, or homelessness. While I do not discuss witchcraft and the occult with my clients, I cannot help but see my career as an extension of my spiritual pursuits.
I think it is worth noting that I started on the Crooked Path about the same time as I started pursuing a degree in psychology – late in high school, 2007 or 2008. At this time, I started to be drawn to the goddess Hecate. Now, about a decade later, I honor her daily in my practice and often she has come to me in a variety of forms – in visions and in dreams. I write more frequently about my work with the Devil here, but my work with Hecate has always been more personal and more intimate. Sometimes I do not want to discuss the things she and I discuss.
But I will say this much – I see Hecate not only as the patron goddess of witchcraft, but also of the helping professions. Hecate, as a figure, is representative of the crossroads. When she is depicted as having three faces in art, this is a representation of the crossroads in ancient Greece. For military reasons, they were often three-way intersection instead of the more common (in our culture) four-ways intersections. The road to one’s home may have ended in a three-way intersection. When we talk of honoring Hecate at the crossroads, this may not have been a long journey for the ancient Greeks. It may have been little more than a trip to the end of one’s driveway, in modern terms.
She carries torches, which are sometimes described as being full of lunar fire. They are guiding torches. Hecate is, at once, the crossroad – the dark and unknown path – and the bearer of the great torch – the way through the darkness. In this regard, she is much like life itself – a great mystery that will unravel itself.
It is my job, as a witch and as a worker in the helping professions, to help unravel that web, to follow the light of her torches with my clear-seeing eyes until it reaches the vast darkness. I pray for her guidance daily as I ask her to not only guide me, but those I must guide.
In this regard, I am ever acting as her representative. As the priest emulates Christ in his actions, I strive to emulate Hecate. Life is hard and difficult and dark and sometimes we need the guidance of a bright and flaming torch.
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