I’m watching an older season of Hell’s Kitchen and there’s a bit with a guy who had a shitty abusive childhood getting triggered (and like, nobody uses the word “trigger” but it’s pretty obvious: his eyes glaze over, he becomes spacey and disoriented, he bursts into tears at inopportune moments) by Gordon Ramsey calling him by a nickname he associates with his abusive father, and like, he explains this to Ramsey, and Ramsey is like “I totally understand and I’m sorry, I only wish you had told me about this sooner so we could have avoided this issue compromising your performance in the kitchen” and it’s like… there’s all these ridiculous anti-sj types who are like “TRIGGERS R DUM, NO TRIGGER WARNINGS IN REAL LIFE!!!!!!!!” and meanwhile Gordon fucking Ramsey, the guy whose JOB it is to berate people until they break down on television, understands the validity of trauma-based triggers and is willing to work around them? like come on
Sometimes, fic research leads you to learn interesting things that history textbooks neglect.
Like the time President Jimmy Carter got attacked by a fucking rabbit.
WHY HAVE I NEVER HEARD OF THIS BEAUTIFUL STORY BEFORE THIS EVENING?
I mean, imagine those poor fucking news anchors, desperately trying to look sober and serious: “Today we’ve received reports that while on a camping trip earlier this year, President Carter was–snerk–attacked by a rabbit–snerk snerk–while on a camping trip–Oh, fuck it, FILM AT 11, MOTHERFUCKERS!”
The only thing better than this was learning immediately afterwards that Napoleon Bonaparte managed to be attacked by an entire fucking warren of rabbits.
REBLOGGING FOR ATTACK RABBITS.
<_< Jimmy Carter is a second cousin of mine. Last time I went to a family reunion back in the early 00′s, I met him, and my aunt was all “Don’t talk to him about rabbits.”
OMG. *rolling around on the floor laughing*
DON’T TALK TO HIM ABOUT RABBITS
AAAAAHHAHAHAHAHHA *gasp* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA
*sobs of joy* Well. I can die happy now. knowing this.
