Merry succession of holidays from various theological and cultural traditions!
Merry succession of holidays from various theological and cultural traditions!
Of all the problems with White Feminism, one of its biggest is that, like other forms of whiteness, white feminism just sees itself as ‘feminism’ without realizing that it’s falling into the old pitfall of viewing whiteness as the default standpoint and point of view. It assumes that white feminism speaks for all womanhood and all people, and that it is the paradigm that will eliminate oppression. White Feminism attacks what it perceives to be misogyny against its own definition of femininity and womanhood, not realizing that it often supports colonization, racism, cultural appropriation, and reinforces white supremacy by discounting and dismissing the experiences and perspectives of women of color.
No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheese makers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can’t put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better.
The fantasy given to an entire generation: to go to technical school. Sky High is a technical school. Hogwarts is a technical school. Political rhetoric about college existing solely to get graduates high-paying jobs: technical school. I like technical schools, but they shouldn’t be the sole ideal in education.
OKAY YOU ASKED FOR IT I’M POSTING THIS I’m warning you though this is a really long and self-important essay about a perfectly charming Disney movie and should not be taken seriously
A good movie. A great analysis.
I was a casualty of the Citation Wars. Never forget those who sacrificed everything!
You’ll probably find this useful at some point.
Man, where was this chart when I was in library school?
Reblogging because EVERYONE (ESPECIALLY COLLEGE STUDENTS) needs this in their life. -H
Oooh. (You know these were still a point of contention when I was working on my MLS. XD )
God dammit, MLA!
This is the shit I’m talking about: Blog Titles are treated like the titles of anthologies or periodicals! But Facebook is just Facebook! Tweet gets its own fucking MEDIUM, but the site, unlike Facebook, isn’t included! But for Facebook, unlike every other fucking web-based source, forces you to include the URL!
AAAAUUUUGH NO WONDER PEOPLE CAN’T UNDERSTAND HOW TO CITE ANYTHING. This guide did such a bad job of adapting to the Internet era, and every time they try to patch in a new fix for something, they just create more inconsistencies and broken systems!
It’s like… who the hell does the Modern Language Association think they are… Windows Update or something? [rimshot]
OH WORD YOU THINK MAYBE THEY SHOULD HAVE A UNIFIED, COHERENT STYLE THAT STICKS THE SAME THINGS IN THE SAME PLACE EVERY TIME SO THAT INTUITIVELY YOU WOULD KNOW EVEN WHEN CITING A NOVEL MEDIUM HOW TO DO IT.
HOW STRANGE. IF ONLY THERE WERE SOME OTHER CITATION FORMAT. ONE THAT WAS LOGICAL. ONE THAT WAS CONSISTENT. ONE THAT WAS ELEGANT. ONE THAT WAS THE STANDARD FOR ALL THE SOCIAL SCIENCES. IF ONLY SUCH A THING EXISTED. THAT WOULD BE A MIRACLE. A MOTHERFUCKING MIRACLE. LIKE THE WAY MAGNETS WORK.
WELL STOP WEEPING IN FRONT OF YOUR REFRIGERATOR AND PUT UP THAT PICTURE OF YOUR DOG BECAUSE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL FORMAT EXISTS. YOU KNEW THAT THE WHOLE TIME ACTUALLY SINCE YOU LOOKED AT THE IMAGE UP TOP AND PRESUMABLY HAVE FUNCTIONING EYES. SORRY IF YOU’RE BLIND I GUESS. YOUR TEXT-TO-SPEECH PROGRAM HAS PROBABLY BEEN SHOUTING AT YOU THIS WHOLE TIME AND I APOLOGIZE FOR THAT. ANYWAY WHAT I’M SAYING IS APA FOREVER MOTHERFUCKER.
FUCK YOU I WILL CUT YOU
EVEN IF APA MAKES SENSE ON A CITATION LEVEL THE MANUAL IS SO UNREADABLE THAT EVERY TIME I LOOK AT IT I FEEL LIKE I’M READING A SHITTY FANDUB OF PARANOIA AGENT OR A BAD TRANSLATION OF A JORGE LUIS BORGES NOVEL OR LIke a standard Act of Homestuck, actually, in its original format buT THAT’S NOT THE POINT THE POINT IS THAT YOUR MANUAL IS FUCKING INCOMPREHENSIBLE GIBBERISH AND EVEN IF MLA MAKES NO SENSE AT LEAST IT MAKES NO SENSE IN A GENERALLY MORE ACCESSIBLE OFFICIAL FORMAT
HEY REMEMBER THE TIME THAT THE MLA MANUAL HAD TO BE RECALLED BECAUSE IT HAD SO MANY FUCKING ERRORS?
MAYBE THAT’S BECAUSE IT WAS ACTUALLY THE APA MANUAL, 6TH EDITION, THAT WAS SUCH SELF-CONTRADICTORY NONSENSE THAT THE PUBLISHERS NOT ONLY RECALLED THE MANUAL BUT RITUALISTICALLY BEHEADED EACH OTHER ON TOP OF A SKYSCRAPER IN JAPAN I AM RELATIVELY SURE I AM NOT CONFUSING TWO DIFFERENT THINGS HERE.
MLA 4 EVER HATERS STEP OFF
There has been a lot of debate circulating Tumblr lately about Disney’s upcoming film Frozen. A lot of this debate was sparked by the fact that the character design of the film’s heroine, Anna, is strikingly similar (read: identical) to that of Rapunzel in Tangled….
I conclude that Disney dislikes girls and doesn’t believe that they are interesting, which is a very sad thing. Their bowdlerizing of this story is both unnecessary and an act of violence against the story, not just the characters therein.
Doctor Who Cares? - A spinoff in which all is right with the ladies’ storylines and they take custody of the TARDIS every weekend to explore the universe together
After Doctor Who, Sherlock, and Jekyll, BBC announces quest to find other UK legends that Steven Moffat can completely miss the point of and then ruin for everybody in the future
One Man Thinks He Never Has To Eat Again
“You know what’s an irreversible waste of time, money and effort? Eating food you take pleasure in eating. I mean, wouldn’t you rather just ingest a tasteless form of sustenance for the rest of your life and never have to go through that tedious rigmarole of opening and eating a pre-made sandwich or enjoying a huge hungover fry-up ever again? Rob Rhinehart – a 24-year-old software engineer from Atlanta and, presumably, an impossibly busy man – thinks so.”
Read more about Rob’s diet of Soylent shakes from VICE.
Food for thought. — tanya b.
This is weird and bulimic.
The loneliness of the mother of a child with a disability is possibly similar to the loneliness of the child. And if your child is autistic, that loneliness may be compounded by the difficulty your child experiences in social interactions of all sorts. The combination of this isolation with the challenges that living with an autistic child may present can be exhausting and dispiriting. But, like any movement into unknown territory, it can offer opportunities as well. When your experiences strip back all the window dressing of your society and you see with terrible clarity what it is your culture values, and that those values deny your son personhood—well, once you have admitted your grief and your fury, then your marginality becomes empowerment. You have your story and you’re bound to tell it, one way or another.
This is why pop culture criticism is important.
First, a story.
So, my first semester of my freshman year of college, I took this Intro to Women’s Studies class. The class met for five hours a week, one two hour session and one three hour session, and the breakdown of students was what I eventually discovered to be the typical sampling in any Women’s Studies class with no pre-recs at my mid-sized, southern Ohio state school. There were a number of girls who would become, or were already part of, the feminist advocacy groups on campus; there were a number of girls who would prove themselves to be opposed to feminism in both concept and practice, one of whom I distinctly recall giving a presentation on the merits of the “Mrs. Degree,” while my professor’s eye twitched in muted horror; there were a handful of girls and at least one guy I’d come to know later through assorted campus queer groups; and there were, of course, the three to six dudebros, self-admittedly there to “meet chicks,” all but one or two of whom would drop the class after the first midterm. At eighteen, I was myself a feminist in name but not in practice—I believed in the idea behind feminism (which is, for the record, that people should be on equal footing regardless of gender, not that we should CRUSH ALL MEN BENEATH THE VICIOUS HEELS OF OUR DOC MARTENS GLORY HALLELUJAH), but I didn’t actually know anything about it. I could not identify the waves of feminism. Intersectionality and how the movement is crap at it were not things of which I was aware. Never had I ever encountered the writings of bell hooks. In a lucky break, you do not need to know about the waves of feminism, or know what intersectionality is, or have read bell hooks to read this essay! (But you should read bell hooks. Everyone should read bell hooks. bell hooks is FUCKING AWESOME.)
The first couple of weeks of this class were about what you’d expect. The professor was fun and engaging, but she was not exactly pulling out the eye-opening stops on our wide-eyed freshman asses. There were handouts. There were selections of the textbook for reading. There was a very depressing class about domestic violence, abuse, and rape that was the typical rattling off of terms and horrific statistics that everyone winced at, but that nobody really internalized. The dudebros snickered in the back corner, grouped together like they would be infested by cooties if they spread out, occasionally chiming in with helpful comments like, “Dude, the lady on the back of this book is smoking,” and getting turned down by each girl in the class, on whom they were hitting in what I can only assume was a pre-determined descending order of hotness. The queer kids, myself included, huddled in the other corner making pithy comments. The up-and-coming active feminists glared at the bros, who leered back, and the Mrs. Degree-friendly crowd mostly texted under their desks and made it very clear that they were only there for humanities credit. Again, it was a fairly typical southern Ohio state school class full of fairly typical southern Ohio state school freshmen. Nobody was super engaged, is what I am saying here. Nobody, myself included, was really eating it up with a spoon.
And then one day, my professor opened the class with, “So, who here has seen Beauty and the Beast?”
So it’s probably fair to say I’m no longer as big a Doctor Who fan as I’ve been in recent years.
Here are some of my thoughts on The Snowmen.
I read a theory once that Doctor Who was a story about British colonialism. I have not seen enough classic Who to confirm this, but I will say that Moffat’s version of the Doctor is spewing patriarchal bullshit like it’s the
1950s 1850s again. Time travel, indeed.
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