Culley Sam lewis

decorator, mother,feminist, reader…✊

[Harry Eccles @Heccles94]

Your enemy is not traveling by small boat, they are traveling by private jet.

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

Imagine if men lost the majority of their testosterone between the ages of 45 and 55.

Suddenly they'd be dealing with muscle loss, stubborn weight gain, hot flashes, night sweats, brain fog, low libido, erectile dysfunction, crushing fatigue, depression, insomnia, and a higher risk of osteoporosis.

It would dominate headlines. Pharmaceutical companies would race to find solutions. Governments would fund awareness campaigns. Every workplace would be discussing accommodations.

Instead, millions of women experience a comparable hormonal upheaval during menopause and are often told to "just deal with it."

Many spend years struggling with symptoms that affect their health, careers, relationships, confidence, sleep, and quality of life, while receiving little education, limited support, and far too often, inadequate medical guidance.

Menopause isn't a niche issue. Every woman who lives long enough will go through it.

The fact that one of the biggest biological transitions in half the population is still so misunderstood, under-discussed, and under-supported says a lot about whose health concerns society has historically prioritized.

That should change.

[Jordan Downey @scarejordan]

There’s not a time in my life where Stephen King wasn’t present, influencing every single facet of my movie upbringing. So to see the Master of Horror commenting on a movie I directed — one that’s a love letter to his work — is almost impossible to comprehend. I am so lucky.

[Amelia Clark, Lover of Flagons @gingertotty]

Loved her work too. Man. It’s a bad week for art, music and theatre. All the things (and people) that help make living worthwhile and wonderful

[Tim Burgess @Tim_Burgess]

Those blokes in their billionaire ego space race.

And Dolly Parton quietly went about giving more than 100 million books to kids and helped fund the vaccine
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Be more Dolly

[Barstool Are Dee Tee @editti22]

I mean this with the utmost respect, this is an incredibly baller way to announce you died

[Craig Pirie @CraigPirie18]

Fucking nostalgia at its highest

[Maria Konnikova @mkonnikova]

Perfection.

[lily @weirrdaah]

this video alone radicalised me and i really want other women to watch it and digest it cause holy shit this made me question everything

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

There is one field where being wrong is free, and it is the field of telling women what to do with their own bodies. Nobody has ever lost a licence over it. Nobody has ever paid anything back.

Here is a century of settled science, and what it cost the women who followed it.

1914: twilight sleep. Morphine and scopolamine, campaigned for by women's magazines as the modern humane birth. It does not remove the pain, it removes the memory of it. You are blindfolded, restrained, and put in a padded cot so you cannot injure yourself while you scream. The baby arrives too sedated to breathe on its own and has to be revived. A woman who said afterwards that something terrible had happened to her could not describe it, because that was the product.

1928: John Watson, the most cited psychologist in America, tells you never to hug or kiss your child, never to let him sit on your lap, and to shake his hand in the morning. It is a bestseller and it is government-endorsed. His own son later described the household it produced. The mothers who could not do it were called sentimental.

1930s: Truby King has you feeding by the clock. Four hours exactly, no night feed, no picking the baby up in between. A hungry infant at two hours is a discipline problem. A generation of women stood on the wrong side of a door listening to it cry, and the ones who went in were called weak.

1945: you are X-rayed to measure the pelvis, routinely, because that is the settled science. Alice Stewart proves in 1956 that it doubles the childhood cancer rate. Her funding is cut, her findings are dismissed, and the practice runs another twenty years while she is proved right slowly enough that nobody has to apologise.

1953: the trial shows DES does not prevent miscarriage. It is sold for another eighteen years by more than forty companies, to several million pregnancies. The daughters get a vaginal cancer so rare that a registry had to be built to track it.

1956: Dr Spock tells you to put the baby face down. Best-selling book of the century, most trusted man in the field. The advice runs thirty years. When it is reversed, cot death halves in every country that reverses it, and the best estimate of avoidable infant deaths across the West is around fifty thousand. Fifty thousand babies, out of one paragraph, written by a man who was certain. The mothers whose instinct said otherwise were called anxious.

1960s: shaved, given an enema, cut as a matter of routine, husband kept in the corridor. The episiotomy is justified on the grounds that a clean incision heals better than a tear. It heals worse. It tears further. Two generations of women were cut before anybody checked, and the ones who asked not to be were called difficult.

2002: HRT is stopped overnight on one badly reported trial. Twenty years of women go through menopause without it, and the correction is still crawling through the system.

Not one of those was quackery. Every one had a royal college behind it, a literature behind it, and a confident man delivering it to a woman who had never wanted anything more in her life than to get this right.

She was not gullible. She was obedient, on the one subject where a woman is told most firmly that what she feels does not count as evidence.

And look at what every single one of them asked of her. Do not hold him. Do not feed him yet. Do not remember your own labour. Do not trust the thing your body is telling you, because a man has published on it.

Sentimental. Weak. Anxious. Difficult. Every woman who got it right was given a word for it first.

Her instinct was the control group nobody ran.

So work out which of today's settled science your granddaughter reads back to you in disbelief.

The plant-based pregnancy. The weaning pouch that is fruit purée and rapeseed oil. The exhausted woman sent to the spinach for her iron. The appetite injection handed to a woman of childbearing age, where a third of what she loses is muscle.

All settled. All delivered with a leaflet and a professional smile.

And not one of them funded to find out otherwise.

[Batfox Pictures @Batfox_Pictures]

One vocal sample gave “Renegade Master” two separate lives on the UK charts. Wildchild, the recording name of producer Roger McKenzie, built the track around a line taken from A.D.O.R.’s “One for the Trouble”. Released as a standalone single in 1995, it reached No. 11 in the UK. Tragically, McKenzie died later that year aged just 24. His record lived on, however, when Fatboy Slim reworked it into “Renegade Master 98”, taking the song to No. 3 three years later. This 1995 Top of the Pops appearance captures McKenzie performing the original hit before it became an enduring dance classic.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Kaleb Cooper's mother is a dog groomer and his father is a carpenter. He inherited no land. He spreads ninety thousand tonnes of muck a year, cuts thirty thousand bales and runs eight hundred hectares of arable contracts.

Every argument about British farming starts from the assumption that the gate is bolted. Grass is making close to nine thousand pounds an acre. You inherit or you never get in. The whole trade is a closed shop in a wax jacket.

At thirteen he was handed three chickens and four acres. Within months it was four hundred and fifty hens and he was selling eggs to his own teachers. At fourteen he was breeding sheep and working on a dairy. At fifteen he spent five thousand pounds on a Case 1394 and two thousand on a topper, then knocked on the door of every house in the district with a horse and a scruffy paddock and told them their field would look considerably better mown.

Not one acre of it was his.

When Ukraine sent fertiliser vertical, he and Jack Tuckey spent a hundred thousand pounds on two spinning disc spreaders with not a single tonne booked to go through them. Then they went and bought the chicken muck nobody else wanted and put it on at variable rate.

That is the whole business. He sells the one asset in agriculture that has never required capital behind it, which is knowing how to do the work and turning up on the day he said he would.

Jeremy Clarkson's farm was already a customer before a camera was switched on. He was doing that ground when the previous farmer gave up. The programme did not discover him. It filmed him explaining a field to a man who had never drilled one.

Fourteen million people watched that and came away talking about the accent.

Land is the most expensive barrier in British farming. The tallest one is free, and nobody in the industry will say it out loud: we have spent thirty years telling every capable fourteen-year-old in the countryside that the way in is a degree, a placement and a graduate scheme, and they believed us.

There is a lad in your parish this morning who would do exactly what Kaleb did.

He is being told to finish his A-levels first.

[Frankie 📎 Fey @frankiefey]

how is he beavis and butthead and Dennis reynolds and jamie lee curtis and Christopher walken

[Brad @BraddrofliT]

People with 6 teeth defending people with 8 yachts is one of the greatest political achievements in modern history.

[Larry the Cat @Number10cat]

It must be so frustrating to be a Conservative politician and to have all these fantastic ideas for how to make the country better so soon after having 14 years in power when all they did was make the country worse.

[Johnny Midnight ⚡️ @its_The_Dr]

This kid is what some call lightning in a Bottle!

[Antonia @flaminhaystacks]

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[Ralphyy @RalphyyR6]

For those saying us UK lot complain too much about the heat, Romesh sums it up perfectly