In 1941, Charlotte Pommer graduated from medical school at the University of Berlin and went to work for Hermann Stieve, head of the school’s Institute of Anatomy. The daughter of a bookseller, Pommer had grown up in Germany’s capital city as Hitler rose to power. But she didn’t appreciate what the Nazis meant for her chosen field until Dec. 22, 1942. What she saw in Stieve’s laboratory that day changed the course of her life—and led her to a singular act of protest.
On the eve of Remembrance Day, I feel compelled to take a moment to reflect on the meaning and purpose of our work in the medical field. Medicine strives to do good by those we treat and by society as a whole. It is a standard we swear an oath to uphold. However, medicine is also an institution whose legacy spans recorded time and includes some of our greatest and worst moments.
No wound is fresher in our minds than the atrocities performed in the name of science and medicine in World War II. It was an era where we learned the effects of hypothermia, the physiological effects of healing, the effects of wound infection and gangrene et cetera under the worst possible circumstances: via human experimentation. The list goes on. Much of this knowledge, and much of the anatomical studies performed, still pervade modern medicine today.
It is unsettling in many respects. I do not know if, when, or how we can come to terms with the ethical dilemma of using such information. In the interim, what Hubert Markl said, which I will reiterate here, is this:
“I beg you, the surviving victims, from the bottom of my heart to forgive those who, no matter what their reasons, failed to ask you themselves.”
We caught a bullet train from Osaka to Nara just for the purpose of feeding and petting these adorable spotted deer. The man in the top photograph sells cheap packs of biscuits that you can buy to feed them - they do get quite aggressive though!
But! But but but!
Sam DOES follow, just not right away. Sam lives a long, prosperous, ridiculously happy life in Hobbiton with Rosie, with whom he has many children. He was mayor of Hobbiton SEVEN times until he retired at age 96, oversaw the establishment of the Shire as its own independent land, and was personally given the Star of the Dunedain by King Elessar as a gesture of friendship and love. But when Rosie passed away on Mid-Year’s day, Sam rode out from Bag End on September 22nd for the last time and finally followed Frodo to Valinor as the third and last Ringbearer to do so at the grand old age of 104.
He did exactly as Frodo asked him to. He was whole, and happy, and he enjoyed and did more than he could have ever imagined when he was a humble gardener listening in for tales of the Elves. And when he had lived out his life in peace and absolute happiness he earned his reward and followed Frodo home.
Long Exposure shot of a rocket launch.
So I know ‘world peace’ seems like some naive ideal relegated to beauty pageant contestants, but like really, if you could wish for anything, would you not yearn for something as powerful as world peace? I honestly think Hiroshima was the most memorable part of my whole trip.
Hiroshima, and everything it stands for, is beautiful and tragic at the same time. Of course, the city has moved on from its bombing and it currently is a bustling metropolis (that we sadly didn’t get to explore enough of because we kept waking up late during the second week of our trip) but the Peace Museum and Memorial Park will always remain as part of the city’s identity.
This is the Atomic bomb dome, the remnants of an industrial hall preserved from after the bombing.
A beautifully intricate sterling silver heart shown anatomically correct is strung on a dainty sterling silver chain. A perfect every day necklace to be worn alone or layered.
Tumbling over the past year and a half has made me see the problems of gender roles that exist in media, but sometimes it gets to the point where I over analyze every single piece of television or film that I come across. (However this in no way means that I think feminist media criticism is wrong, or should be avoided!) Mostly I just over think everything.
This is awesome!
1. Nope, you’re criticizing a media system that constantly objectifies and sexualizes women and presenting no alternatives - not only are they scantily clad, but often they’re not well developed or presented as dimensional. They don’t do much other than exist to titillate a male audience - when we criticize that we criticize the male gaze that presents the majority of women as sexy and barely clothed, not the fact that she’s wearing small clothing. Also, we’re critiquing the fact that her outfits DO NOT match her activities and location. Is she wearing a bikini at the beach? No problem! Is she wearing a bikini fighting rogue assassins? Problem. There’s also the fact that we don’t have female characters that are modestly dressed and scantily dressed in the same quantity - it’s an issue when the vast majority of women look that way, not that they inherently do. Again, we’re talking a systemic approach here.
2. Nope. Again, we’re pointing out that the majority of the women that are supposed and presented as “strong” are warriors and physically kick ass - there’s nothing wrong with that, but there is something wrong when most women in the media fall into that category. It implies that only women who can bust heads can be strong when that’s all we see on TV or in books, while women who aren’t physically strong are presented as weak prissy princesses. We need both - women warriors who will bust down the door, but also women who aren’t gonna take over small countries but who are still independent, capable and have agency.
3. We critique women more often because the problems regarding women in the media are much more severe, tbh, than the representation of men. The male gaze through which female characters go through distort them in ways that negatively impact our lives directly, and result in female characters that are much less present, less important, and less capable than their male counterparts. We ought to critique male characters as well, but again the system is skewed in a way that female characters are just more inherently problematic so we pay attention to that, especially as women too. Nothing wrong with that.
I went with NY to Electric Run on Saturday night (although in all honesty, the only strenuous running I did that day was running for the train LOL). We bumped into quite a few people we knew but our spirits were dampened a little by the hour-long wait in the start chute amidst the pouring, cold rain.
The actual course itself had some nice light installations and I enjoyed my night overall (although I should have bought a poncho, or at least a dry change of clothes!). I’ve loved reading the negative reviews flooding their Facebook page though - I agree with a lot of the safety concerns raised because the course was slippery with minimal staff along the way and directions were non-existent. When NY and I passed the final arch in the second-last photo, the crowd dissipated and we thought that was the end. It was only after we bought return tickets/ went to the toilet at the station, that we realised there was more and we finally finished up in the Dome, where they had some sort of rave afterparty going on. We were soaked and tired though, so we quickly left and had a pit stop at El Jannah for some chips and their irresistible garlic sauce instead.
PS: It’s a crap photo of NY and me, but that man’s photobombing talents need to be admired