redlightpolitics:

The news that cracked me up this morning. I checked on YouTube but I haven’t found the video which I am looking forward to. ‘Yes we know it’s Christmas’ say African musicians as they finally record a response to Band Aid:

CAPE TOWN. After 28 years of silently tolerating it, a group of unemployed local musicians have joined forces to release a Christmas single, entitled ‘Yes we do,’  in response to the Bob Geldof inspired Band Aid song, ‘Do they know it’s Christmas?’.

Speaking at the launch of their song, the musicians praised Geldof’s relentless quest for an answer and said they hoped their collaboration would free the Irishman and his friends to start looking for solutions to new and more important questions.

“Like Do they know about climate change in America? Or did Kim Jong-il have time to write down the abort codes for the nukes before he died? Or perhaps he can revert to the time-honoured classic – ‘Tell me why I don’t like Mondays.”

Speaking at the launch of the single, whose proceeds will go towards teaching discipline, literacy and contraception at British schools, composer and singer Boomtown Gundane said that for years he had been irked by Geldof’s assumption that hungry Africans were also stupid.[…]

Gundane said he hoped that his involvement with the song would turn him into an expert on British politics and economics in the same way ‘Do they know it’s Christmas’ had turned Geldof and Bono into the world’s leading experts on Africa.

“If I’m not sharing a platform with the Queen and David Cameron by this time next year; or headlining at Glastonbury, then I will have done something very wrong,” said Gundane.

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rosaflora:

brownpeople:
“Our strategy should be not only to confront empire, but to lay siege to it. To deprive it of oxygen. To shame it. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness — and our ability to tell our own stories. Stories that are different from the ones we’re being brainwashed to believe. The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling — their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability. Remember this: We be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them.” 
- Arundhati Roy

rosaflora:

brownpeople:

“Our strategy should be not only to confront empire, but to lay siege to it. To deprive it of oxygen. To shame it. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness — and our ability to tell our own stories. Stories that are different from the ones we’re being brainwashed to believe. The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling — their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability. Remember this: We be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them.”

- Arundhati Roy

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bossymarmalade:

[Image: Black-and-white of Beyonce and Jay-Z on stage; she is facing away from us, standing with legs apart to support the strength of her pose, dressed in some kind of superhero-looking swimsuit thing with spangles and a complicated balloon-and-bow on the backside.  Jay is next to her, facing her, dressed in jeans and a leather jacket and a skull-motif bandana and a ballcap, looking like he’s coming up from a crouch as he spits into the mic with one hand and runs the fingers of his other hand up her smooth, sturdy leg.  B has one hand at her side grasping her own mic and the other resting on the top of Jay’s head as he comes up, a benediction, firm wrist and gentle fingers.  She’s staring straight ahead as he pays homage and it is fucking glorious.]

bossymarmalade:

[Image: Black-and-white of Beyonce and Jay-Z on stage; she is facing away from us, standing with legs apart to support the strength of her pose, dressed in some kind of superhero-looking swimsuit thing with spangles and a complicated balloon-and-bow on the backside.  Jay is next to her, facing her, dressed in jeans and a leather jacket and a skull-motif bandana and a ballcap, looking like he’s coming up from a crouch as he spits into the mic with one hand and runs the fingers of his other hand up her smooth, sturdy leg.  B has one hand at her side grasping her own mic and the other resting on the top of Jay’s head as he comes up, a benediction, firm wrist and gentle fingers.  She’s staring straight ahead as he pays homage and it is fucking glorious.]

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posted 2 years ago (® qbree)

yourhandsinmypockets:

I’m sure I’ll lose some followers, but this has to be said.

uprightcitizens:

I hate how every person in the world likes to say that “murderers are the only ones in the wrong when it comes to murder.” I’m not saying they aren’t in the wrong, but let me ask you this. How many people who stay locked in their houses have you seen affected by murderers? How many times has a person who was already playing dead been murdered? I’m not saying they never have been, but the number of agoraphobic shut-ins who have been killed is much less than the number of people who were walking around and talking and stuff. The statement “You’re asking for it if you go around walking and talking” isn’t that far off, either. You go walking through a parking lot, you may not be asking for murder, but you’re asking for attention whether it’s good or bad. Let me tell you how many times I’ve been murdered when I was in my house with all the doors locked. Absolutely zero. Did doing this hinder my good time? No. Also, not living-person shaming. I’m just saying. This bothers me all the time. Especially when I see people flipping their shit about how “one reporter said this that or the other about a murder victims activity as if it had anything to do with their being murdered.” I’ve got news for you, people. What you’re doing has just about everything to do with how you come off to people. No one looks at me, watching TV in my bed with the blinds pulled shut and thinks “I bet she’s a living person who wants to get murdered.” No, no. That’d be you, yes you, the person walking around the grocery store or jogging down the street like an idiot, that they think that about.

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Don’t use the word “retarded”. It is just so totally uncool to use the word “retarded” anymore to describe something you think is stupid. It is barely acceptable when uninformed small children say it (and reflects so poorly on parent-ing), and is completely offensive for adults. How inarticulate are you if you have to use this word? How confident are you that no one you talk to would be offended by it, or worse, have someone in his or her life that has a mental disability?

A pretty funny writer with a great spec script came into The Office to meet with producers about staffing. He was a friend of two other writers on staff. I thought he was cool initially, because he didn’t seem to take himself seriously and knew a lot about the Lakers. Then, in describing a Kobe Bryant–Shaq altercation, he used the word “retarded,” and kept repeating it, the way I say “like.” It was like a tiny knife stabbing me every time he used it. When our boss asked us what we thought of him, I said I liked him, but I thought his liberal use of the word “retarded” was embarrassing and off-putting. I don’t know how much I affected the outcome, but he didn’t get hired.
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arielislove:

Little Mermaid concept art <3

arielislove:

Little Mermaid concept art <3

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bobbadagirl:




awkwardpapaya:


contextisfortheweak:


Genderbent JLA (_MG_6209) by LynxPics on Flickr.
I’m starting to run out of superlatives here!


Ugh they are perfect




I like how they didn’t even do anything to the costumes, since usually making something a ~girl costume~ means making it a ~sexy costume~.  :D

bobbadagirl:

awkwardpapaya:

contextisfortheweak:

Genderbent JLA (_MG_6209) by LynxPics on Flickr.

I’m starting to run out of superlatives here!

Ugh they are perfect

I like how they didn’t even do anything to the costumes, since usually making something a ~girl costume~ means making it a ~sexy costume~.  :D

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On the Difference Between Good Dogs and Dogs That Need a Newspaper Smack

christinathena:

Good post on privilege with an awesome metaphor

Imagine, if you will, a small house, built someplace cool-ish but not cold, perhaps somewhere in Ohio, and inhabited by a dog and a lizard. The dog is a big dog, something shaggy and nordic, like a Husky or Lapphund – a sled dog, built for the snow. The lizard is small, a little gecko best adapted to living in a muggy rainforest somewhere. Neither have ever lived anywhere else, nor met any other creature; for the purposes of this exercise, this small house is the entirety of their universe.

The dog, much as you might expect, turns on the air conditioning. Really cranks it up, all the time – this dog was bred for hunting moose on the tundra, even the winter here in Ohio is a little warm for his taste. If he can get the house to fifty (that’s ten C, for all you weirdo metric users out there), he’s almost happy.

The gecko can’t do much to control the temperature – she’s got tiny little fingers, she can’t really work the thermostat or turn the dials on the A/C. Sometimes, when there’s an incandescent light nearby, she can curl up near it and pick up some heat that way, but for the most part, most of the time, she just has to live with what the dog chooses. This is, of course, much too cold for her – she’s a gecko. Not only does she have no fur, she’s cold-blooded! The temperature makes her sluggish and sick, and it permeates her entire universe. Maybe here and there she can find small spaces of warmth, but if she ever wants to actually do anything, to eat or watch TV or talk to the dog, she has to move through the cold house.

Now, remember, she’s never known anything else. This is just how the world is – cold and painful and unhealthy for her, even dangerous, and she copes as she knows how. But maybe some small part of her thinks, “hey, it shouldn’t be like this,” some tiny growing seed of rebellion that says who she is right next to a lamp is who she should be all the time. And she and the dog are partners, in a sense, right? They live in this house together, they affect each other, all they’ve got is each other. So one day, she sees the dog messing with the A/C again, and she says, “hey. Dog. Listen, it makes me really cold when you do that.”

The dog kind of looks at her, and shrugs, and keeps turning the dial.

This is not because the dog is a jerk.

This is because the dog has no fucking clue what the lizard even just said.

Consider: he’s a nordic dog in a temperate climate. The word “cold” is completely meaningless to him. He’s never been cold in his entire life. He lives in an environment that is perfectly suited to him, completely aligned with his comfort level, a world he grew up with the tools to survive and control, built right in to the way he was born.

So the lizard tries to explain it to him. She says, “well, hey, how would you like it if I turned the temperature down on you?”

The dog goes, “uh… sounds good to me.”

What she really means, of course, is “how would you like it if I made you cold.” But she can’t make him cold. She doesn’t have the tools, or the power, their shared world is not built in a way that allows it – she simply is not physically capable of doing the same harm to him that he’s doing to her. She could make him feel pain, probably, I’m sure she could stab him with a toothpick or put something nasty in his food or something, but this specific form of pain, he will never, ever understand – it’s not something that can be inflicted on him, given the nature of the world they live in and the way it’s slanted in his favor in this instance. So he doesn’t get what she’s saying to him, and keeps hurting her.

Most privilege is like this.

A straight cisgendered male American, because of who he is and the culture he lives in, does not and cannot feel the stress, creepiness, and outright threat behind a catcall the way a woman can. His upbringing has given him fur and paws big enough to turn the dials and plopped him down in temperate Ohio. When she says “you don’t have to put up with being leered at,” what she means is, “you don’t ever have to be wary of sexual interest.” That’s male privilege. Not so much that something doesn’t happen to men, but that it will never carry the same weight, even if it does.

So what does this mean? And what are we asking you to do, when we say “check your privilege” or “your privilege is showing”?

Well, quite simply, we want you to understand when you have fur. And, by extension, when that means you should listen. See, the dog’s not an asshole just for turning down the temperature. As far as he knows, that’s fine, right? He genuinely cannot feel the pain it causes, he doesn’t even know about it. No one thinks he’s a bad person for totally accidentally doing harm.

Here’s where he becomes an asshole: the minute the gecko says, “look, you’re hurting me,” and he says, “what? No, I’m not. This ‘cold’ stuff doesn’t even exist, I should know, I’ve never felt it. You’re imagining it. It’s not there. It’s fine because of fur, because of paws, because look, you can curl up around this lamp, because sometimes my water dish is too tepid and I just shut up and cope, obviously temperature isn’t this big deal you make it, and you’ve never had to deal with mange anyway, my life is just as hard.”

And then the dog just ignores it. Because he can. That’s the privilege that comes with having fur, with being a dog in Ohio. He doesn’t have to think about it. He doesn’t have to live daily with the cold. He has no idea what he’s talking about, and he will never, ever be forced to learn. He can keep making the lizard miserable until the day they both die, and he will never suffer for it beyond the mild annoyance of her complaining. And she, meanwhile, gets to try not to freeze to death.

So, quite simply: don’t be that dog. If you’re straight and a queer person says “do not title your book ‘Beautiful Cocksucker,’ that’s stupid and offensive,” listen and believe him. If you’re white and a black person says “really, now, we’re all getting a little tired of that What These People Need Is A Honky trope, please write a better movie,” listen and believe her. If you’re male and a woman says “this maquette is a perfect example of why women don’t read comics,” listen and believe her. Maybe you don’t see anything wrong with it, maybe you think it’s oh-so-perfect to your artistic vision, maybe it seems like an oversensitive big deal over nothing to you. WELL OF COURSE IT DOES, YOU HAVE FUR. Nevertheless, just because you personally can’t feel that hurt, doesn’t mean it’s not real. All it means is you have privilege.

That’s not a bad thing. You can’t help being born with fur. Every single one of us has some kind of privilege over somebody. What matters is whether we’re aware of it, and what we choose to do with it, and that we not use it to dismiss the valid and real concerns of the people who don’t share our particular brand.

It’s not really a perfect metaphor, as there’s no way that the house could be altered to be equally comfortable for both animals (I suppose it could be made equally *uncomfortable* by picking a temperature that’s way too warm for the dog but still way too cool for the lizard …), but it’s a pretty good one.

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