“It’s not accidental at all that children’s films challenging sexism are ALWAYS set in the distant past and usually involve conflicts that are not relevant or particularly value challenging to today’s U.S. audience (corsets and otherwise constraining clothing, arranged marriages, etc). These plotlines often situate sexism as a problem the modern world has solved.”—
I haven’t felt sad today, but I have been utterly, utterly exhausted, and for the last few hours I’ve had constant palpitations :o( haven’t felt like this for about 8 weeks so…this is not great.
Thank you for your lovely support, those of you that have commented or got in touch x
1. I had a big long rest today and I really needed it
2. I finally watched The Avengers (and laughed a lot when Hulk did the “puny god” bit, and the punching Thor bit).
3. The thing I’m knitting for myself looks lurverlee.
In regards to recent post about women's body image and self-esteem: I totally agree with you, but I think there is a distinction here. I think your brother is right. As a man, I don't necessarily have a ruler out when I look at women seeing exactly how skinny or curvaceous they are. I think it's important to put blame where blame is due: corporate and social forces. (Most) men aren't the ones putting women up against this singular body image type, they're being duped too, but not like wmn
Did you read the comic? There aren’t any men in it.
I was talking to my brother about women’s attitudes towards their bodies, especially regarding weight/fat, and when he said “most guys don’t notice/care about that kind of thing,” I tried to explain why it was a lot more complicated than that. I ended up telling this story.
I LOVE THIS. THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I THINK AND FEEL AND HAVE EXPERIENCED. THESE ARE MY EXACT THOUGHTS. THOSE WERE MY EXACT THOUGHTS AS I WAS GROWING UP.
Followers: My close friend has been working on a grassroots micro-loan project in India called Passion Project 2014. Their goal is to help prevent the sale of young girls into sex work by their impoverished families. They plan to achieve this by creating a “goat bank”,…
In a document dump that includes private forum messages, emails, organization notes another other information the group found numerous connections between Republican presidential candidate Ron Paul and A3P. According to the documents, all hosted here, Paul himself regularly met with many A3P members, engaged in conference calls with their board of directors and engaged in a “bridging tactic”between A3P and the Ron Paul Revolution
this isn’t the first time i’ve heard about ron paul associating with white supremacists either
jeez i would love to order that thing online, but i don’t know what size to order it in because women’s clothing sizes are determined by the alignments of the planets in relation to the fuck you galaxy
“Look, without our stories, without the true nature and reality of who we are as People of Color, nothing about fanboy or fangirl culture would make sense. What I mean by that is: if it wasn’t for race, X-Men doesn’t sense. If it wasn’t for the history of breeding human beings in the New World through chattel slavery, Dune doesn’t make sense. If it wasn’t for the history of colonialism and imperialism, Star Wars doesn’t make sense. If it wasn’t for the extermination of so many Indigenous First Nations, most of what we call science fiction’s contact stories doesn’t make sense. Without us as the secret sauce, none of this works, and it is about time that we understood that we are the Force that holds the Star Wars universe together. We’re the Prime Directive that makes Star Trek possible, yeah. In the Green Lantern Corps, we are the oath. We are all of these things—erased, and yet without us—we are essential.”—
It is not really a “Negro revolution” that is upsetting the country. What is upsetting the country is a sense of its own identity. If, for example, one managed to change the curriculum in all the schools so that Negroes learned more about themselves and their real contributions to this culture, you would be liberating not only Negroes, you’d be liberating white people who know nothing about their own history. And the reason is that if you are compelled to lie about one aspect of anybody’s history, you must lie about it all. If you have to lie about my real role here, if you have to pretend that I hoed all that cotton just because I loved you, then you have done something to yourself. You are mad.
Long story short, there’s the notion of the white narrative wishing to make themselves heroes in the stories they tell, but in real life, they are a part of the privileged oppressive system that’s created the strife for peoples of colour (slavery, colonialism, marginalization etc), but they can’t deal, so even with the narratives of oppression, they have to make the oppressed white (be it mutants, inhabitants of Dune, etc) because as a whole, the white narrative can’t really see the people of colour, because that would be too real.
It’s like X-men - Stan Lee modeled Charles Xavier and Magneto after Martin Luther King Jnr and Malcolm X in terms of their attitudes towards a world that hates and fears them (black people, doesn’t this sound familiar), but made them mutants, and for the first couple of volumes of the comics, you didn’t really get a key black character until Storm (she came in the early 80s, whereas X-men was around since the late sixties, off and on).
In X-men: First Class, they actually set the timeline in the 1960s, appropriated the entire Civil Rights struggle and highlights, with Lehnsherr and Xavier at the Washington monument where Martin Luther King Jr gave his “I have a dream” speech, and yet in the movie, they killed the black guy, and the black female turned traitor. They took all the trappings of the unrest of the 1960s (it wasn’t just Cuba and the Bay of Pigs), and whitewashed it. As a comic book nerd, my heart hurt over that one.
“U.S. drone attacks in Afghanistan, Pakistan and other countries may be militarily effective, but they are killing innocent civilians in a way that is obscene and immoral. I’m afraid that ignoring this ugly fact makes Americans complicit in murder.”—Eugene Robinson (via azspot)
Every day, Tumblr users are being harassed. Without a blocking feature, like ones available on other social media sites, there’s very little that a victim can do about it. The current “ignore” feature does very little to address the problem — an “ignored” user can still follow the victim’s blog and reblog their posts.
We know from other social media outlets how easy it is to enable a proper blocking feature. Users on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest and other sites can easily block other users. Tumblr appears to be an outlier among other top social media sites.
Adding an effective blocking feature is important for the millions of Tumblr users around the world who are being harassed and bullied, yet left with very little they can do to stop it.
The petition is only ONE signature away from it’s original goal, sign it right now and be the one that pushes it over!
Also, Tumblr allows a user to turn off ”Ask” but not “Fan Mail”, so what’s the point? People can be harassed by “Fan Mail” just as easily as they can with the “Ask”.
“white people. you need to find better ways to express the evolving consciousness of your humanity. and it should not begin by relaying to a person of color : ‘you have taught me.’ ‘you have helped me be a better person.’ ‘you have given to me.’ ‘you have changed my life.’ this is still placing yourself in the receiving space from us. it is still disrespectful and privileged to assert yourself as the main recipient of who we are and what we do. you are not always/or often our target audience. with regards to my work you are being asked to appreciate, respect, and honor from the sidelines. just as i would not assume that a japanese theatre performance, or an indigenous peoples gathering is meant solely for me/ or that i should participate in it, you should not assume that you need to participate in and engage everything from your perspective. you have a limited perspective when it comes to people of colors’ beings, cultures, and life expression. there are some things in this world you do not, will not, can not understand because it is not yours, thus making your presence a hindrance and an imposition instead of a natural inclusion. i write this because, since i have had this blog, I have had the same experience over and over of white folks sharing with me how i have feed them, altered their consciousness, helped them, and this is not okay. if I have helped you, if you have really done/ begun the work of decolonization you would comprehend that placing your fulfillment in the forefront, bringing your emotions about your evolution to my inbox, is still a very self centered, self satisfying, and you-focused act. this is white privilege. do not do it. it is not welcomed here. it is not my work to tell you what better, more honoring ways there are to share your growth with poc, that is yours. i am simply saying your emotions about oppression are not my responsibility to care for, they are yours and seeking to make them my focus is just another stab of white privilege.”—nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
1. I didn’t walk in to work, so I had time to sort out a buttload of laundry and the dishes
2. My knitting project is coming along nicely
3. It was my kinda-sorta-first wedding anniversary (the legal one. The proper one is on the 15th).
I remember this day very clearly. I wore a blue dress, Frisby wore a shirt and tie. We had my friend Rachel, Frisby’s favourite sister Zoe, and his colleague Deepak with his wife Mansi as our witnesses. Everyone came to our house in the morning, it was a Monday. Deepak and Mansi had brought us a gift - two beautiful scarves each from India.
The local town hall is only a five minute walk from our home, so we all trotted down there jolly and chatting, Frisby and me in our new scarves. The staff in the town hall greeted us very nicely and took us through to the wedding room. Frisby and I were seated at the fron,t in front of the extremely camp and beautiful registrar and his assistant, our witnesses behind us. It was a very quick process, and some of it had to be done in Dutch for legal reasons so they had to tell us when to say ‘yes’ haha.
Deepak took lots of photos with his fancy camera. Frisby and I felt rather discombobulated, but happy. It started to snow as we all walked from the town hall to a cafe around the corner from our home. We ordered a champagne high tea for everyone.
Afterwards, Frisby went to work and I went to my teaching course, stopping on the way to buy macarons for everybody to celebrate with me. It was funny - I got there at noon and was walking up the street to the building just as a colleague from the course was walking back from getting his lunch. We said hello, I linked my arm in his and he asked me where I’d been that morning. “Getting married!”. He laughed and said “yeah, right.”. I had to say “no, really!” a couple of times before he would believe me haha. As soon as he did, he went “well, damn. Congratulations!” And gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then when we got up to our classroom, I found my tutor group buddies had clubbed together and bought a card, a beautiful expensive scented candle, and a book token. They said “when all this craziness is over [the course], the idea is you both buy a book and snuggle up in an evening with the candle burning.” I thought I might cry, it was so sweet. Then I got the macarons out and went from room to room offering them to people and receiving congratulations. The course leader came in to offer her congrats too; she was under the impression that that was it for my wedding - that I wasn’t having a big do with a dress etc. she said when she got married, they just went to a registry office and then rode off into the sunset on a Harley!
When I got home, I discovered the biggest bunch of flowers I have ever seen in my life. Closed white roses, baby’s breath, lilies, mistletoe. It was beautiful.
It was a lovely, dreamy day.
Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.