ok lets see if that thing with glasses chicks suddenly becoming super weird feminine when they whip off their glasses works
well that was anticlimatic wait
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON
What that is dumb and does not happen.
Look, check it out.
See, not much diff-
You guys are being dumbs
That does not happen in real life watch
See I told you
who am i
you guys this is straight up bullshit
i’ll prove it to you all right now ok
you see, like i said, it’s total bull—
…oh what the hell…
the FUCK kind of GYPSY MAGIC SHIT is THIS?!?!?!?!?!
hey boys~*~*~*~ wonk~*~*~*~*~
Huh. You women and your woman problems.
Good thing I’m a dude and don’t have to worry about that kinda crapola
The term “government n*gger” is mostly used by some white people in the South to refer to a Black person on welfare or getting a government check of some sort.
so anyone whohonestlybelieves Santorum said Govermentnik (which isn’t a word used by anyone ever anywhere)
you are deluded
Rick Santorum is a frothy piece of shit.
- I just finished my 8th hour of overtime this week
- I’m super hungry/thirsty/stuck on a bus
- The book I was reading is finished
- It’s the weekend and I just got paid
- I roasted a butternut squash last night, and there’s chunks waiting in my fridge.
- My boss is gonna lend me the sequel on Monday
Not really sure what I can or should do about that, or how.
My uterus is such an attention whore.
[in reference to the post below]
Let me add that it ignores the fact of what information and timing mean in a media economy. And what it means to driving action. It makes her seem ” with it” while redefining what it is by connecting something current ( that she doesn’t have any credibility, history or bluntly interest in) to something she is marketing herself as an expert as. So when time comes to talk about victim blaming and the like , her voice looks as good as any to talk about this circumstance . It’s calculated as a way of diverting attention pleasantly . And it’s protected because AS IS BEING DEMONSTRATED IF someone points out the sheer opportunism that this makes , the hegemony and power and RACISM that protects this action is ignored Cause god Black women couldn’t be smart enough to notice patterns and consequences or follow social media outlets to notice that this is NOW trending and NOW. Being discussed even though the big rallies and actions that could have used this exposure got skipped
Because I think folks really need that information and the tools to be able to critique Nice White Ladiestm and see how they uphold white supremacy and antiblackness…
But I’m tired. And my brain can’t put it all together in words. So maybe folks who are able can explain bits and pieces and it can all be put into context?
The comparison of rape being blamed on a woman’s clothing to Trayvon Martin’s murder being blamed on his hoodie fails because:
A) it’s reductive to the point of being nonsensical. Trayvon was a victim of white racism; comparing the murder of Black men to patriarchal justifications of rape is absurd and not something that should be done without a damn good explanation.
B) It blithely avoids the subject of race altogether. It’s a perfect example of the shallow perversion of intersectionality for oppressive purposes; absurd comparisons are made, allowing the one who is making those comparisons to appear concerned without having to explore their own prejudices or subjects that make them uncomfortable. It’s important to note that it completely erases the experience of Black women and other WoC, whose sexual assaults are also a product of racism. It implies that the victim-blaming in cases of rape and victim-blaming in cases of racist violence are similar, but do not overlap.
C) It’s just plain stupid. Rather than address the complex history of racism in the U.S. or the stereotyping of Black men or even the most basic-ass discussion about rape culture, it focuses on making a facile and useless point about how bad things shouldn’t happen to people because of what they’re wearing. It’s cotton candy, nothing but sugar and air, but popular because it’s so easy for (white) people to consume. It makes them feel better without actually accomplishing anything. That’s extremely harmful to anyone who must live with the consequences of racism, but Jessica Valenti clearly doesn’t care, because she’s been spitting out cotton candy pseudo-progressiveness for years despite innumerable call-outs.
tl;dr it’s white sociopathy with a Good Liberal stamp on its ass.
[This would fall under the Someone Has Already Said This Way Better Than Me category.]
A bunch of people have followed me in the past few days. For those people (or whoever), here’s a heads up: I mostly post my feelings, stuff other people have already said better than me, things I think are awesome, here’s-what-I-just-did/thought/ate/saw, and combinations of some or all of those things. Now you know.
[HEY OTHER WHITE PEOPLE. READ THIS. ALSO REREAD THE FOLLOW-UP POST LINKED AT THE BOTTOM.]
by Mia McKenzie
I’ve noticed a trend. When I post to my Facebook page about gay cats, or my friend Sacha (a boy) trying out for the Denver Broncos cheerleaders, or bacon, my Facebook friends respond with comments and likes all across the board. That is to say, the friends who respond are all across the board—black, brown, white, queer, straight, all genders. There is no specific category of friends that responds more or less than any other, when it comes to pretty much anything I post on Facebook.
Except, as it turns out, when I post anything about race.
When I post anything about race, there’s a shift in who responds. Suddenly, my white friends are silent. Almost all of them. Every time.
And it’s starting to piss me off.
Most of the stuff I post about race is in the form of articles about things going on in the country and in the world, having to do with racism. Most recently, I’ve been posting links to news and articles about Travyon Martin (pictured above), the 17 year-old boy who was murdered last month in Florida while walking home with a bag of skittles. He was shot by a self-appointed neighborhood watch captain who thought he looked “suspicious” and followed him, accosted him, and shot him in the chest. Anyone who knows about this story, I would think, would be outraged. Scratch that. I know enough to know that there are many people who would not be outraged, many, many people who would not and do not give a shit. But I am not Facebook friends with those people. Or, at least, I didn’t think I was.
I am careful about who I friend on Facebook. I keep my friends around 150 or so, because I don’t think it’s possible to really know more people than that, and I like my bubble, I like to be surrounded by people who share most of my politics. I’m okay with that. I’m almost 36, and I have learned that I don’t really need to “appreciate everyone’s point of view.” I mean, you can have politics that are opposed to mine. Fine. But if you do, we are not going to be friends. I think that’s reasonable. So, I think my Facebook friends pretty much fall into the category of “people who share my politics,” with very few exceptions. They are also people who care about things, people who post about different causes. This includes the white folks on my friends list. My white Facebook friends are mostly liberal democrat/independent types, queer or ally, feminist people who post about those things. And yet, whenever I post about race, they are silent.
They are people I like, so I want to give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they are silent because they don’t know what to say. Maybe they feel uncomfortable about chiming in on a subject that is so touchy. Maybe. But a simple “like” doesn’t require any comment. A simple “like” would show that you at least read the article, that you at least gave enough of a fuck to follow the link and get informed.
Or maybe they think they don’t have a right to comment because they are white and it’s not their place. That it’s for black people to discuss issues of racism, that they’d be overstepping by commenting. This answer only makes sense if they don’t see racism as their problem. If they don’t see the oppression of racialized people as part of the history and present of their own country. If they don’t know that their involvement in these discussions is necessary, even if it’s scary, even if it’s hard. Which maybe they don’t.
And I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am. Again, these are not random white folks. These are my “friends.” These are people I like, and who like me. Some of them I even love. I imagine that some of them love me. And yet, when yet another black person is murdered in cold blood, for the crime of being black, or locked up for “stealing” an education for their kid, they don’t seem to see that it could have been my brother or my mother. They don’t seem to know that it could have been me.
Because it is me. I have had the experience of being racially profiled a thousand times. I have had a white person characterize me as “violent” for no other reason than a look I gave them, for something they “saw in my eyes.” I live in a world where I am believed to be dangerous because a white person says I am. Case closed. I have never committed a crime, but I am terrified of the police. Because I know that if one day they decide I did something, whether I did it or not, my life could be over. Just like that. And this is not just true of me. It is true of every black person you know, regardless of gender or age or education level or artistic talents or any other factor. And yet my white “friends” don’t seem to know that. They don’t seem to understand. They don’t seem to want to.
White privilege is a hell of a thing. It makes it possible for my white “friends” to look the other way when a tragedy of as much magnitude as the Trayvon Martin killing happens. If it’s too much, they can just choose not to read it, not to think about it. But we don’t all have that option.
So, I want to say this to my white friends: I need you to care about this. And I need you to show that you do, by commenting, by sharing, by making noise about this. I need you to be OUTRAGED. Because otherwise, I can’t trust you. Otherwise, you are part of the problem. Otherwise, we are not really friends at all.
Read the follow-up to this post here.
Read more Black Girl Dangerous here.
**Mia McKenzie is the creator of Black Girl Dangerous and the Black Girl Dangerous Photography Project. She is a writer (winner of the Leeway Foundation’s Transformation Award, winner of the Astraea Foundation’s Writers Fund Award), a reader, a photographer, an activist, and a nerd.
*The dress. Also some bath bombs. I’m going to soak off work stress in the tub and drink and read a fantasy novel, ASAP.
The Internet is an interesting place. There are a lot of things floating about out here, many of them fascinating and most of them dull or infuriating or horrifying.
One of the things you can find on and through this here internet is people. Other people you can watch and be watched by and interact with in any number of ways. And again, many of those people are dull/infuriating/horrifying. But there are also all kinds of amazing wonderful fantastic people. Some of whom you might one day have met without aid of the web, but many of whom you surely would not.
And that is excellent. And it is also often alienating and heartbreaking.
I have met some really amazing people online, and I am so glad to have (had) them in my life. People who are super interesting and compatible with me in a variety of ways, and who also challenge me in numerous ways. I’ve met friends and lovers and friends who became lovers and lovers who became friends.
But something I’ve noticed, which I used to hope was an occasional occurrence but now seems near-universal in my experience, is that relationships with people I’ve met online don’t seem to stick.
Sometimes it’s an issue of distance. The amazing thing about the web is you can make incredible connections with people who live far away. This is also one of the most heartbreaking things at times.
Distance exacerbates the other big thing I’m noticing, which happens even with people who only live a few blocks away: online you often meet people you might not otherwise run into, but this can also make it harder to fit those relationships into the rest of your life.
It took til the 171st note for someone to look at my body in clothes and comment on my unhealthy lifestyle! I feel like this is progress, maybe? My failure to completely adhere to the rules of feminine gender presentation was actually brought up first. I could respond to both things more directly, but why bother! I’m just gonna try to have a good day even though work sucks, and fantasize about it being the weekend/spring again.
(ETA: It’s not that I don’t think challenging body/gender policing isn’t important, because it is very important. It’s more that people have overwhelmingly been very nice, and I’m not used to strangers commenting on my body in this format, and so it’s been a lot of Oh, Gee Guys, Really? Shucks! and blushing.)
- I spent most of today walking around in the gorgeous spring weather, feeling like a total babe.
- I’ve finally started that book my boss lent me. The last time he lent me a book it was American Gods, and it took me 8 or 10 months to actually start reading it, and it was fucking amazing, and I devoured it in a week or so, and it reawakened my love of reading. So hopefully this one will be good. As of a few pages in it seems promising.
- I have contacts again for the first time in months, just in time for weather that justifies sunglasses.
- People are talking about (clothes on) my body on the internet. Commentary has pushed me over into definitely buying the black/red dress. It’s gonna happen.
- Ordering from Hon’s last night was a good life choice, as I got dinner, brunch, dinner, and tomorrow’s dinner (plus brunch for my roomie) out of it. And minimal dishes!
- I finally bought a replacement frame for one of my Katie West portraits, since I broke the original one right after I hung it.
- Making flirty eye contact with strangers you pass on the sidewalk is way easier in East Van.
- I cleaned shit. Finally.
TL;DR: Spring makes everything better.