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elodieunderglass

Humans are weird: babies

ace-pergers-pigeon

So I’m a big fan of the idea that humans are “space orcs”, and today it got me thinking about something else. 

Human birth is pretty unique among mammals. Not only are our birth canals narrower than standard due to being bipeds, but we have a larger head to body ratio then any other mammal. As a result of this, the only way to fit a baby’s head through a person’s birth canal is for them to be born very early, and massively underdeveloped. 

Other mammals are capable of walking and running within the first day of being born, where as a human baby doesn’t even have strong enough neck muscles to hold up their own head

They can’t see, they can’t crawl, they don’t have the coordination to grab things, and they have a soft spot on the skull that leaves part of the brain incredibly vulnerable. And while an adult can adapt to a range of temperatures, babies have to be constantly monitored to make sure they aren’t chilled or over heating. 

Can you imagine you’re an alien, who knows humans as these highly adaptable endurance machines that can eat almost anything and survive tremendous physical pain and injury, and you learn that their young are so fragile. That they emerge from the womb barely able to function biologically. 

And suddenly you remember all those humans on your crew who get attached little creatures. The toughest, burliest people who will coo and coddle over fluffy little cats and call lizards babies. And you realise that their whole species developed to care for these tiny, vulnerable, defenceless babies, and that kind of attachment tends to spill over a little. 

And now you understand that old adage, that the most dangerous humans are the ones whose young are in danger. Because if they’re going to stand a chance at surviving until adulthood then human parents have to be willing to defend their children with their lives, and that is exactly what they do.  

pleurocoelus

Holy crap. That means that we’re like pouchless marsupials (though not as extreme in the underdeveloped infant department).

It fits that we’re called Space Australians.

ace-pergers-pigeon

OKay this is my favourite response so far

elodieunderglass

To be fair, the mammals “born able to run within hours” are the terrestrial ungulate mammals. They are newcomers and parvenus and they die when they step on a bee. They only showed up when grasslands became common, the meme-loving fucks - they’re all matcha lattes and YEET. Like, okay, we get it, hoofed ungulates: you’re vegan, you really like synthpop, you’ve “discovered” a “new” continent, you ran fifteen miles this morning, your baby walked within eight hours of birth, sure. Fine. You’re cute, diversity is important, you can stay. We need something to eat, after all. 

But ungulate mammals are REALLY poor representation of Mammalia.The ancestral Mammal, rodentlike, that gave rise to Placentals and Marsupials, would have been more like - well, more like today’s Placentals and Marsupials. More like us. More like badgers and dogs and monkeys and hamsters. Born blind and naked, and hidden discreetly from polite society, until the horrible alien thing looks more like a Real Animal. 

Consider the mouse: born completely naked, hairless, blind, deaf, helpless, only able to drag itself to a nipple with terrific effort. Consider the cat: born as a thinly furred sausage with eyes and ears glued shut for weeks. Consider the newborn dog. Big cats. Rats. Bears. Squirrels. Sure, consider the marsupials; also, weasels and rabbits and porcupines and pangolins. All the mammals that aren’t the bloody ungulates. 

Rodents are born practically fetal, their limbs mere buds, their skin see-through, their eyes bulging in their transparent skulls. Their bones aren’t even opaque! You can see their dark livers, the white milk in their bellies! Their eyelids are welded shut, their heads too large to raise. They are a lot more alien than a human baby - a liminal animal indeed. Certainly, rodents grow quickly, because they die so young. Their helpless childhood is still proportionately a large chunk of their life - nearly the same proportion as ours, actually. But they are born like uncooked eggs. I would add a picture of a newborn rat pup here, but young and impressionable children read this blog.

And we are not the weakest of the Furry Mammal clan, if we zoom out. It takes about two weeks for a kitten to open their eyes. It takes about four weeks for their hearing to come online. This is because these senses are still developing. They’re born undercooked, too! 

By contrast with many mammals, human babies come out with their senses active (unless that specific baby is blind or deaf or has another sensory disability)*. It takes a while for human babies to focus their eyes, because we usually have a lot of apps installed (color vision, facial recognition) that take forever to boot up the first time, and focusing requires muscle control - but human babies are goggling at the world with open eyes, and processing what they see, as soon as they come out. Human babies come out able to hear, if hearing is included with that specific baby. We are born able to record and process sensory information, where our other mammalian cousins can’t.  

I mean, I am so guilty of this trope too, I love it to pieces and use it all the time. Even more hypocritically, I personally agree with the “Fourth Trimester” theory, which is that human babies need about three months to adjust themselves to life outside the womb. Thus, the first three months are the “Fourth Trimester,” where you just carry the baby around, and it boggles helplessly at the world and goes “ugh!!” That is the part that makes sense when you look at the birth canal etc, and you go “oh, we’re so undeveloped,” and you mope because you can’t see yourself ever getting your life back. But the first three months is only a small piece of the longer story of human babyhood, and the “weak, helpless” stage is not particularly unusual among our mammalian family. It just seems so terribly long because we compare it to horses and rats, which is unfair on everyone. And at some point we get our lives back, and can’t remember where the time went. And it isn’t as bad as it could be. I mean, we can usually shit on our own. So that’s something!

No, it really is something. Many baby mammals cannot excrete on their own. Cats, for example; the mama cat must lick certain areas of the baby to stimulate it to poo and pee. They can’t do it by themselves. Mama cat must lick them religiously, to make their bowels and bladder work, or the waste will back up and the kitten/cub will die. This is relatively common among the Furry Mammals. Every kitten on Earth had to be forcibly poo’ed for the first three weeks of its life. Every tiger took six weeks (!!) before it could pee by itself. And that’s just the felids. Don’t talk to me about werewolf cubs unless you’re ready to make the decision on whether they need diapers, you cowards.

Humans, though, are born perfectly capable of shitting by ourselves. Which is rather nice, when you consider the alternative. 

So if you take us in context of the other baffling and amazing animals on Earth, we are not really particularly “undeveloped,” taken as a whole. Not particularly in comparison to our cousins, whom an alien would find just as strange and foreign. We humans are simply hitting milestones at our own pace - sometimes faster, sometimes slower, always legitimate, always because an ancestor dodged death once by doing something slightly different. Our infants are for carrying in our arms, so it doesn’t matter that they can’t hold their heads up - but they are born shitting, and boggling with their enormous eyes.

Anyway, aliens would probably regard all this nonsense in the same way as the dinosaurs did - “Lord, what fools these mammals be,” at first, and then “OH FUCK THE MAMMALS DID WHAT?”

“Parenting is important,” reply the badgers and the bears and the humans, aggressively cuddling something they call a baby, although they might be taking the piss: “Really, we will bond with and nurture ANYTHING that meets our vague criteria. Isn’t cuteness just the best thing you’ve ever seen? Don’t your hormones just SQUISH when you see something with specific proportions? You know what’s inherently rewarding? HOLDING SMALL THINGS AND MAKING A SOUND ABOUT IT.” 

“Erm, I guess?” replies the alien or the dinosaur. “I guess… I guess your baby…. thing…. is very …. important? To you??”

“YES I LOVE IT A LOT”

“I …. see that you do. It’s … cute.”

“Cuteness is a powerful weapon,” the mammal says seriously. “Oh, also? This is our planet now.”


* Many humans are born without the ability to hear, see, see in color, eliminate, socialize, process sensory information, etc. Or they may lose these abilities later. They are valid, human and loved. These “space Australian” posts are about generalising humans, so I generalise here, but I don’t want to make anyone feel bad. 

elodieunderglass

2018 post I rediscovered by trying to find a different post. I appreciate how I did actually do the math - it wasn’t available anywhere, and nobody else on the internet seemed to have pointed it out anywhere, so I had to do MATH for you people - to find out that mice spend a similar proportion of their lives in “helpless babyhood” as we do. That was MATH. WHERE are my citations

needsmoreresearch
murder-ballad-ballot

round 2, match 7: matty groves vs stagolee

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which is the best murder ballad?

matty groves

stagolee

examples & descriptions

matty groves

(this song has too many alternate titles to list here)

"god forbid women cheat on their husbands with a loser who whines about being caught and then loses the duel immediately"

"matty groves is murdered by the local lord for sleeping with his wife"

"infidelity will get you both killed"

fairport convention, sally rogers

stagolee

(alternate titles: staggerlee, stackerlee)

"If You Know What's Good For You You Won't Go Within A Mile Of Stagolee's Hat"

mississippi john hurt

Come on Matty Groves!
tairneanaich
casgirl

The littlest things we know to be small = debut literary fiction

The dark wife: thriller, adapted into a Hulu original

The mailman’s niece = historical fiction

The mailman of Warsaw = also historical fiction but about war

The gate of wind = fantasy

The gate of wind and bones = young adult fantasy

A gathering of pelicans = mystery, part of a long running series that takes up a whole shelf at the library

The Group Project Partner Gambit = romance with a cartoon cover

Wendy Jenkins is Scared of Commitment = romance with a cartoon cover of gay people

elodieunderglass

The little wedding cupcake shop of hopes and dreams - chick lit with a picture of a cute house or shop on the front, differentiated from romances because the heroine buys a small business first.

The Murder Killing - dark cover with all caps white writing book, sold to absolutely millions of middle-aged men who don’t read much, nobody you know will ever buy this book, but it has sold more copies than there are people in Europe. Life is rich, and full of many minds unlike yours, that you will never really know.

Twigged: the secret life of leaves and twigs - book with a linocut cover about natural history, containing three teaspoons of research, and a lot of the author sadly staring at a wet twig and thinking artistically about climate change. A scene where they watch someone drop a toothpaste cap in a forest and write six pages about how they felt while witnessing it (unclear whether the author picks up the toothpaste cap). The teaspoons of research are perfectly good, but are unmistakably the same exact spoonfuls as the ones in scat: the secret life of badger droppings and forage: the secret life of hidden snacks and landmarks: the secret life of things you see and bees: the secret bees of lifey bees. You don’t learn anything new about any of it, but you do feel like you reading the book was providing therapy for the author, in addition to paying their mortgage for them, which was awfully nice and charitable of you and gives a warm glow.

Scrambly Jones and the Rainbow Ring of Detective Witches - earnest early-reader book with thirteen charming, diverse, superpowered children and their quirky animal companions crammed in various poses onto the silver and black cover, with the paper edges in bright colors. They are all having a great time. Tumblr is too old to notice these, and they evaporate from public consciousness in about ten minutes - they seem to be generated constantly, appearing and disappearing in favor of The Twiddly Twins and the Bark of Whimsigoth Wangles or Calamity Clouds and the Vex Hex Codex- and from here, they seem to be what happens when you tell ChatGPT to change the names of the last one that was on the table five minutes ago, and feed the results to Midjourney for the cover. But there are ten-year-old kids out there, growing up now, for whom each one is the seed of some powerful childhood resonance, which will shape their destiny for years to come. We are not the audience: pass kindly by. Life is rich.

kittydesade
vivienvalentino

This is what plays in my head every minute of every day.

unclecanker

Idk why but the girl with her arms up in the air like that is so annoying. please just follow the choreo

spontaneousglitterbees

nobody asked but in context, she believes she’s literally responsible for holding up the sky

unclecanker

Aw fuck yeah. I take it back, keep your arms up girl I appreciate your hard work

oldshrewsburyian
terpsikeraunos

hwaet! memory-mother, in meadhall sing
the hatred, from heartlocks broken,
of achilles peleusson, cursed by his people,
wreaker of woes unending.
often his spear made the mighty
drink to dogs, food for the feathered,
strong souls banished to breathe in the dark.

terpsikeraunos

deep it was driven, the doom of zeus,
since they stood sundered, bitter in boasting,
atreusson the people-king, and sun-bright achilles.
but who in heaven struck up their strife?
the son of leto, livid at the king,
spelled sickness, and the people perished,
for atreusson harmed his holy priest, chryses.

terpsikeraunos

spear-greeks he sought by the swift sea-steeds,
daring, undaunted, his daughter to ransom,
bearing garlands of the arrow-guiding god
on a golden staff. he sank before spear-greeks,
saying to them and the sons of atreus, people-guides:
“sons of atreus, and strong-scaled spear-greeks,
may the mighty gods in their mountain-helming halls
give you Priam’s gore-gold, and glorious homecoming.
only unchain my child, in exchange for this ringhoard,
with honor for him, the arrow-hailing son of zeus.”

jumpingjacktrash

is this the illiad as a norse saga? i’m in love.

valarhalla

Sumerian-style addition!

Bitter is the wail for you Achilles,

The wail I sing for you!

Bitter is the wail for you Achilles, 

Of which the goddess sings!


Lo, the storm of his devastation was falling,

The baleful storm reaping itself upon the host of the Achaeans,

The baleful storm, which takes no mercy,

The storm of devastation, which takes no mercy,

Wrought by his anger.


The dark-headed people,

A thousand went to dust below the earth,

In that wind which swirled like hot clay,

The dogs were abandoning their bodies, to the winds,

The birds were abandoning their bodies to the winds,

The insects were abandoning their bodies to the winds,

Zeus was abandoning them, their bodies to the winds,

Open the copper chest with iron locks; 

The tablet of lapis lazuli tells the story.


Long since Agamemnon, Mycenae’s wild bull,

And Achilles, Thetis’ son, the black-beared Aurochs,

Did emperil like lions the sheepfold of Troy- the dark-headed people mourn!

Truly the creator had compelled them to strife- the dark-headed people mourn!

Leto’s son, and Zeu’s son Apollo- the dark-headed people mourn!

He let forth the shroud of pestilence upon the city- the dark-headed people mourn!

The hot winds stirred it forth- the dark-headed people mourn!

And the pestilence shrouded the city like the dead.


The twelfth year having gone, the month ended,

Atreus’ son of princely office,

Atreus son of princely office,

Chryses in his holy house,

His temple of lapis and cedar,

His mighty name with unclean hands dishonoured.

enonem

At last! A second chance to share my Gilgamesh by way of Homer!

Sing to me, Nissaba, of the great might and the far reaching travels
by which came knowledge of many things to the bright son of Ninsun
two parts divine mortal Gilgamesh, strongest of men, king of Uruk.
Wisdom he sought from the deluge survivor, from Uta-napishti
driven by fear while bitterly grieving his dearest companion
fighter by his side, his equal in strength, wild-born Enkidu.
First he brought grief and then he brought happiness equal in measure
to his own people in holy Eanna, in long-walléd Uruk.
When a bull in a rage wanders abroad in the fields in the evening
no rest is given to shepherds who lead their flocks wearily trudging
always he rushes swift at them and both men and sheep run in panic.
So the streets fill with the running of people in long-walléd Uruk
when the king goes on the rampage bringing much grief for all fathers
whose sons are slain by his hand as he challenges young men to combat.
Maidens and wives too he ravishes and many tears shed all mothers
Hearing the motherly prayers, the gods in high heaven took counsel.