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theresa c. jones
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  • March 10, 12:31 PM

    The Spirit of Adventure.

    We are moving back to Los Angeles on June 1. We will be taking our first ever cross-country road trip as a family to get there.

    Logistics still need to be worked out. I’m not 100% sure about a few things yet, but I couldn’t keep the secret any longer.

    I am SO. EXCITED.

  • March 09, 02:50 PM

    The Persistence of Memory.


    I saw this video via this post, which was sent to me from 52hearts. (Thank you girl!) The transcript in full is here.

    The point, I think, about Kahneman’s lecture is that the question of whether or not we are happy can be answered honestly and correctly, and if it has any correlation to our well-being, likely in response to this recent Happiest States study. But he spends most of his lecture talking about memories — how they are formed, how an experience negatively affects them, how they inform our choices, etc.

    I’m still trying to get my thoughts together on this, but I’ll probably never nail down my real point. A huge driver of my writing back in the early aughts and still today was/is this very idea about memories — what is experienced versus what is remembered versus what can actually be considered real and true. This was the very last zine I attempted (four times, actually) but never completed. I was going through a lot — I had moved across the country three times, felt like I was chasing something I’d never get back, and essentially felt stuck in the past for most of my early twenties. And the end of Kahneman’s lecture most certainly applies to my life right now: I know for certain that moving to California won’t actually make me or my husband happier, but we’ll feel happier from the memory of how terrible the weather was and how boring life was in Connecticut. Or will we?

    An interesting point Kahneman makes is that “you can think of the remembering self sort of dragging the experiencing self through experiences that the experiencing self doesn’t need.” He goes on to talk about how this is usually the case with vacations. I read an article about a year or so ago that made the argument (and I’m super-paraphrasing here) that families should just stay home and not plan around events like vacations or exciting amusement parks or whatever, because it’s a passive activity that doesn’t allow you to fully enjoy the experience of being engaged with your family members. I understand the point — that with TV and the internet, we don’t do a whole lot of full-assed interaction these days, but hasn’t that always sort of been the point of going on family vacations? It’s an experience you have for the express purpose of creating a shared memory. I have a good feeling Hugga won’t remember anything from the family vacation we took back in September, but I do, and those memories are very important to me.

    Still, I don’t know if this is the case for everybody, but my memories are like photographs or scrapbook pages, like Kahneman said, three seconds at a time. I have pretty much no memories in movie form. Again, it’s a huge driver for my writing about parenthood, because I can’t help feeling like I just need to remember every second of Hugga’s life. She is the single reason we’ve spent the kind of money we did on photographic equipment and camcorders. But it’s just impossible to cover every living moment, and even if I could, I’m not sure I could handle all those memories without just wanting to live in the past. Getting too nostalgic just makes me depressed.

    I couldn’t finish that zine all those years ago because all I found myself doing was digging in the dirt of the past. It was an incredibly depressing project in an otherwise (probably) happy time in my life — a time I can’t actually recall because I never really did much besides try to finish that stupid project. Similarly, whenever I lived out in Cali, my memories of CT always magically turned sweet. How do I know any of this is true?

  • March 07, 01:58 PM

    Spring is Springing!


    i can see your halo.
    Originally uploaded by warrior mommy

    It’s been sunny and in the 50’s for the past couple of days, and Hugga and I have been out, walking everywhere, taking it in. The news of our plans are quickly traveling across our family members, and a few people here are sad, but living has been so easy for me and Huz and Hugga lately. It’s sunny, the world is rife with possibilities, we are happy. Weekends like these are why spring is my favorite season in New England.

    I’ve been taking a lot of pictures, too — not just with my new PEN, but also with Hipstamatic. I love how getting one new gadget usually gets me to fall in love with my old gadgets again. I also love how the newness of a gadget makes me a lot more forgiving about what I create with it. I have never fancied myself even a wannabe photographer — I just like having a good collection of pictures to look at, and it usually takes me a long time and a lot of blurry shots to get to one halfway decent photo.

    And that’s okay with me.

    I read this post by mixed media artist Kelly Kilmer in the wee hours of this morning and felt it. I shared it on Google Reader and I’m sharing it again, just in case you don’t visit my shares. I really would like all of you to read it.

    I’ve been writing for so long, it’s the only thing I have any sliver of talent at, and I still think I’m so shitty at it. I write thousands of words every day, words that people will never ever read sometimes just for practice, and I feel like I only get better at a snail’s pace. When I look at entries from ten years ago, five years ago, or two weeks ago, the intensity of “Oh my God, I can’t believe I wrote that,” is all the same. I keep going, not because I feel like someone out there wants to read my stories (although it is nice to know that a few of you guys are still keeping up with me after so long and okay, I do have dreams of one day publishing my book), but because I have to keep telling them. I know it’s really audacious to say this, but I wake up every day feeling I have something of worth to tell the world, or at least something of worth I’d like to remember when I’m older, even though I don’t always say it so elegantly on the first try.

    I’ve been very forgiving of myself lately. I’ve needed it. Nurturing Hugga’s creativity has been like feeding the little girl in me. I’ve literally never loved a piece of art more than the finger paintings we did together on the fly. Watching her make her own art with her markers and finger paints and building blocks has made me realize how important it is to have fun, or at least let my creations come from the heart. That’s the only way the real story comes out. Edit the shit out of it later if you need to, but just get it out.

    I’ve always loved spring because it’s a very forgiving season and it always makes sense — you know it’s raining so that the flowers can bud, and you won’t have to wait another three months for a warm, sunny day. I’m excited for all the stories I’ll have and the pictures I’ll take this spring. It’s a season of possibility and inspiration!

  • March 06, 07:45 AM

    List Three: Things I Am Good At.

    1. Typing wicked fast. When I tested for a temp agency in LA, it was something like 90 WPM, which helped me get placed for three months at a financial consultancy that had unlimited free coffee (good coffee too!) and bagels — which is apparently nearly the best you can do at a temp agency. Also helpful for me in writing because I can type as fast as I think.
    2. Spelling. We didn’t have spelling bees at our school, but we did have weekly spelling quizzes, which I aced every time. And if I see a name written once, I will never forget how to spell it, so I always seem to impress people with really complicated names.
    3. Note-taking. For one, I’ve been told I have really neat handwriting, even when I think it’s sort of messy. Secondly, this is how I got through college! When I’m minute-taker for my meetings, I take them thoroughly (at the expense of being able to absorb any of the information) and send them out promptly.
    4. Finding good music. The most consistent praise I’ve ever gotten from any of my websites is that I’ve always recommended music people actually like. It’s been a good while since I’ve been able to dig for music, and I honestly think I’m kind of old for it now, but I do miss it.
    5. Talking people out of their ruts. I find it hard to believe that I’m one of only few people who see the world of possibilities. More surprising is how often I find myself in ruts, despite people always feeling comfortable coming to me when they need the balls to do something with their lives.
    6. Something my husband really likes but I’d rather not say. :-*
  • March 03, 11:53 PM

    Feelin So Good I Think I Might Run for Mayor.

    inspiration.

    inspiration.

    It has been a very good week.

    For one, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I had to have it, but luckily was able to use $150 in gift cards towards it. The camera should be getting here within the next couple of days. I can’t wait!

    Today was my day in the office, and I was caught up a little late by my cube neighbor. An entire division in our office — the one my cube neighbor works in — is stressed and miserable. I actually haven’t met a single person in that division who didn’t outright tell me they hated their job. My neighbor — a really nice Indian lady who had just given birth to her second child a year ago and consulted with me often for breastfeeding/pumping advice — has been considering going back to school for a career change, but has been too afraid to pull the trigger. I’ve been encouraging her to weigh her options and not let herself get stuck if she’s obviously miserable. Life’s too short, she’s got two kids, and it’s just not worth it to look back on these years and think she wasted them at a job she hated.

    She said to me today, “I always feel better whenever I talk to you,” and it felt really nice to hear that. To top that, my mom asked me for advice this morning. While I don’t necessarily mind being needed on a “Mommy, more grape juice please!” level, it feels really nice to feel needed and appreciated on an intellectual level.

    We’re already coming up on March and, needless to say, Huz and I can’t really put off the planning of our move any longer if we’re really trying to make this happen this summer. But it’s been really difficult for me to plan and get excited about anything without getting caught up in stress and my own emotions. I just start having anxiety about leaving my mom and then I don’t want to think about it anymore.

    But there have been some really amazing developments over the past few days. I’m not at liberty to talk about them, but I truly feel my family is blessed. I pray more things just fall into place as they have been. That being said, it’s gotten a lot more exciting to plan. I’d rather not get into details until things are more official, so to speak, but I do see us finally reclaiming our sense of adventure in the not-so-distant future.

    Fingers crossed!

  • March 01, 02:58 AM

    Ambien.


    therapy.

    therapy.

     

    For as long as I can remember, I’ve been letting things nag at me and keep me up at night in a bad way. Serious anxiety. I remember multiple nights at the dinner table where I’d be halfway through my macaroni and cheese, and suddenly lose my apetite over the thought of my parents eventually dying. Even as a kid I’d find it impossible to sleep without my Walkman on to drown out all the scary thoughts — my parents getting a divorce, getting a bad grade in school, having to face a bully the next day, suddenly being poor. When I lived alone, I fell asleep every night with the television on to keep from thinking about how long I’d been unemployed and bills I couldn’t pay. While motherhood has forced me to find new and multiple ways to cope, it’s also launched my anxiety levels to the stratosphere.

    If given enough time to myself, I could worry myself sick about work, money, and nutrition. While I do believe my concerns have always been valid (we could be eating more healthfully, shopping more wisely, and I could be managing my work more effectively), being seriously anxious about them has never really helped me to deal with them in any productive manner. I’ve only tried to ignore the problem so I could continue to function as a human being.

    It’s been especially bad since returning to a regular cycle after giving birth. I haven’t officially been diagnosed with PMDD, but I have mentioned that during every cycle for the past year, I’ve had symptoms that were emotionally debilitating. Now that I recognize what’s happening I know how to buckle down and just deal with it, but it’s still stressful to the point of being physically painful and it doesn’t always keep me from losing my patience with loved ones.

    Taking up crafting again and keeping my hands busy has surprisingly kept the anxiety at bay. I still feel irritable, but turning collage making into an activity I could do with Hugga, or at least while engaged in something else (like reading Hugga’s books to her over and over again), has helped me to breathe and find little pockets of serenity. It also knocks a couple of things off my “To worry about” list. More creating, more time spent engaging Hugga in a fun activity, more encouraging Hugga to use her imagination, less TV.

    For the past couple of days I’ve felt this big wave of inspiration just carrying me. If I can keep it going, I could deal with my anxiety like an adult and actually work through solutions to the things that bother me. Money? Maybe I can either wait on that new camera or take a side gig to supplement my income. Work? No touching my personal Macbook during the day until all my outstanding projects are done. Nutrition? Maybe it’s time I get real in the kitchen.

  • February 28, 06:15 AM

    List Two: Things to do Before 2011.

    • Finish scrapbooking Hugga’s entire life to present.
    • Get at least one writing credit in a national glossy.
    • Have a yard sale.
    • Move back to Los Angeles.
    • Write a book proposal.
    • Buy a new camera.
    • Potty train Hugga.
    • Take a mixed media journaling workshop.
    • Find my writing community.
    • Send my mom on an awesome vacation.
    • Take a family trip to El Capitan Canyon.
  • February 28, 04:21 AM

    The Girl is Crafty Like Ice is Cold!


    trying something new.

    trying something new.

    I got out of bed at 2AM to write, and it is now 4AM. Hugga has been sleeping through the night for well over a year now, and still, I haven’t had a stretch of sleep longer than 4 hours since before she was born. I go to sleep thinking about writing, I dream about words, and I get out of bed in the middle of the night to get them down. I cannot go back to sleep until I’ve written to my own satisfaction. Then I think about writing all day, and even when I go back into my old work and decide I’m no good at it, I still write. And it still doesn’t feel like enough.

    For a long time, writing has been my only outlet. I love taking pictures, but I have a few great photographer friends who inadvertently make it so intimidating. My pictures are not that great, and I doubt I will ever be so serious about it to get a pro-grade camera, but what’s the harm in having some fun? My 365 project has given me a little more bravery, and it’s reminded me that I should do this for myself. Each day I now think to myself, “What do I want to remember about this day in five or ten years?” And a lovely side effect of that has been a wave of inspiration. All I want to do now is create. And I want the same for Hugga and Huz.

    I’m trying to expand my horizons. There’s so much I wish I could do, like knit, or sew softies, or paint really amazing things, or cook five course meals. I really feel some of it just isn’t in me to do (cooking five course meals), but most things I just haven’t tried to learn yet (sewing softies).

    So I’ve recently taken up scrapbooking. I’ve mentioned this a zillion times, but I always thought it would be natural for me to pick up, since I used to put together my own zines and collages. I actually tried giving this a go last year but only managed a few pages before I lost the momentum, and then I misplaced the entire kit so I had to go out and buy new materials. So far I’ve managed to get five pages of Hugga’s baby book done. One of my goals for this year is to be entirely up-to-date on her albums.

    It’s a lot of fun, it’s much like zining except more expensive, and I’ve recently added a few blogs to my reader that make scrapbooking look pretty dope. I might even take up doing it digitally once I get the hang of this.

    But the implications! I’m now a scrapbooking mom who lives in the suburbs… I’m pretty sure there’s no amount of Dead Prez or Wu Tang I could blast from my windows that would restore my cool at this point.

    Actually, I love that crafting is newly badass. DIY (Do -It-Yourself) has always been a punk rock principle, but crafting and sewing and knitting and such have had that grandma connotation for a really long time. But Bust has a craftacular, you can buy cross stitch patterns with curse words on them, and the chicks on Craftster have tattoos! Women (and some men) are making crafting subversive and feminist and cool.

    We don’t have a whole lot of craft stores in my area, but my head spins at JoAnn and Michael’s. I’d love to make clothes and I’ve always wished I could knit (I actually briefly took up knitting in college, but it only resulted in a never-ending and misshapen potholder, and I haven’t practiced since). For now I’ll stick with the familiar writing, picture-taking, and now, paper crafts.

  • February 26, 07:44 PM

    I Be On Dat Kryptonite.

    RECOGNIZING YOUR NEMESIS

    • At some point in the past, this person was (arguably) your best friend.
    • You have punched this person in the face.
    • If invited, you would go to this person’s wedding and give him a spice rack, but you would secretly hope that his marriage ends in a bitter, public divorce.
    • People who barely know both of you assume you are close friends; people who know both of you intimately suspect that you profoundly dislike each other.
    • If your archenemy tried to kill you, this person would attempt to stop him.

    RECOGNIZING YOUR ARCHENEMY

    • Every time you talk to this person, you lie.
    • If you meet someone who has the same first name as this person, you immediately like him less.
    • The satisfaction you feel from your own success pales in comparison to the despair you feel at this person’s triumphs, even if those triumphs are completely unrelated to your life.
    • If this person slept with your girlfriend, she would never be attractive to you again.
    • Even if this person’s girlfriend was a hateful bitch, you would sleep with her out of spite.

    - Chuck Klosterman, “The Importance of Being Hated

    Some years ago, Chuck Klosterman wrote “nemeses and archenemies are catalysts for everything.” Which is, at the very least, not untrue. I occasionally Google-stalk my archenemy (whom I had incorrectly referred to as my nemesis in past posts) when I’m in a creative slump. I think of my actual nemesis as Bizarro Me. Strange enough, they live in the same city but have no knowledge of each other, and even creepier on my part, are not aware of their roles in my life.

    My nemesis was one of my closest friends in high school and I knew her since fifth grade. We were actually alike in a zillion ways — both Asian girls in a white school, both creative, both loudmouthed, both barely allowed out of the house, in all the same levels at school, into almost all the same things (which mostly involved Hello Kitty). We have never punched each other in the face and never officially had a fallout, but after high school there was a vague feeling of bad blood between us. The reasons we annoy each other (and that’s a huge assumption on my part — I really have no idea if she even thought much of me after I moved to Cali) are petty and not worth going into in this post, but last I heard, she was living the artsy life and I kind of hate her just for that. But I will concede the fact that she is a very talented artist and if I ran into her, I’d probably want to grab a coffee with her and catch up.

    My archenemy was very briefly a LiveJournal friend until I could no longer deal with reading about how fairy tale perfect her life was. The third bullet of Klosterman’s Archenemy list rings truest: I hate everything this person has ever created, every picture she’s ever taken, every word she’s ever written, and I constantly feel compelled to redo all of it, only ten times better. Some things I have done only to prove to myself and nobody else (but secretly her even though she has no idea and probably wouldn’t care that I despise her) that I am better than her.

    I have no explanation for this. It is pathetic. She is probably a perfectly decent person, and I’d hate to admit that I expend this kind of energy, but the thought that she even exists (and worse yet, that her life is seemingly undeservedly perfect) makes me ill. But she drives me to be a better mom, a better partner, a better artist, a better woman. So the good news is, I have never had a more reliable source of motivation than my archenemy. I also think it’s true that had my nemesis and I sort of kept in touch through the years, if my archenemy tried to kill me, then yes, my nemesis would attempt to stop her. I am at least positive that my nemesis would hate my archenemy with the same intensity and for the same reasons as I do.

    I’m mad at myself for even disclosing this. But don’t mistake this for weakness!

  • February 26, 06:21 AM

    Five.


    five years ago.

    five years ago.

     

    I’m not really a blogiversary person since I’m generally bad at remembering dates. Also, my history on the internet is a little spotty — many of you know me from my girlsareweird.com days and know that I’ve been blogging for a really long time (I have Blogger archives backed up from 2000, but had girlsareweird.com since February 1999), but I don’t have much to show for it. My archives here only take you to 2007.

    But as it turns out, I got this domain on February 2005 and officially stopped keeping up girlsareweird.com, so this month marks the five year anniversary. I wrote a ditty that first year I was posted up here called “The Golden Age of Blogging.” I wish I had the original post because Danyel Smith even commented on it. Anyway, it’s hard to say that any of that still holds true for me — since then I’ve found a lot of really amazing personal blogs and even have a little folder of feeds in Google Reader called “Inspiration.” Actually, right now this is probably the best relationship I’ve ever had with this form, just because I’ve distanced myself from a lot of toxic forces and a lot of people who treated the internet like High School 2.0. It’s been blissful, and I hope to be blogging here for much longer!

    Five years ago I was living in a small apartment in Brea, California, still in college and dating a kind-of loser 13 years older than me. Since then I graduated school, worked for a couple of magazines in LA, had a fling with somebody sort of famous, got back with my first love, moved back to my hometown, had a baby, and got married. So much can happen in such a short amount of time!

Posts

  • March 10, 12:44 PM

    soon enough. (via warrior mommy)

    road trip, june 1st, to our new home. we’re going going, back back, to cali cali…

  • March 10, 12:25 PM

    52hearts:

    theessentialmancorcordiumfakemustachemonkeyknifefightseaponiesbookselves: (via imsvsims)

    Husbands and Husbands
    This video is only a minute long. You won’t regret watching it.
    Watch what happens when a little boy named Calen meets a pair of husbands for the first time. He talked things out, asked a few questions, and things just seemed to click in his head for him.
    Let’s quit with the ignorance and fear and play ping pong. (rb)

    This video is so cute, it made me really happy.

  • March 10, 09:03 AM

    69/365: knock knock. (via warrior mommy)

  • March 09, 12:22 PM

    68/365: hello mami. (via warrior mommy)

    a kitty eared hoodie and my hair getting in the way.

  • March 08, 11:38 AM

    67/365: drawing elephants. (via warrior mommy)

    first, she asked me to draw elephants, which i am particularly bad at (please note the gold elephant with the huge butt). she wanted one in gold and one in pink. then i asked her if she remembered the time we went to the big e (a huge new england fair in massachusetts) and saw the elephant take a huge poop in front of us. then she asked me to draw the elephant poop.

  • March 08, 07:55 AM

    instant vintage. (via warrior mommy)

    hugga having breakfast with her wonder woman action figure.

  • March 07, 04:59 PM

    spring! (via warrior mommy)

  • March 07, 04:55 PM

    66/365: her spring home. (via warrior mommy)

    today was so beautiful. we got to spend a couple of hours outside.

  • March 07, 10:18 AM

    an early morning snuggle (via warrior mommy)

    i have recently fallen in love with hipstamatic for the iphone.

  • March 06, 07:58 PM

    we've never met, but i feel like we *grew up* together in a way. just wanted to say i'm proud of you and thankful for you stories/thoughts on motherhood and marriage.

    thank you so much bee. i feel like we grew up together too, and you’re one of the most admirable and most beautiful people i know. thank you for sharing for all these years!

  • March 06, 03:44 PM

    65/365: hysterical. (via warrior mommy)

    cracking up on my craft room floor. i gave her some leftover embellishments to play with and i made fun of her for sticking them on her butt.

  • March 06, 03:16 PM

    she’s smiling! (via warrior mommy)

  • March 06, 02:17 PM

    Who's the most famous person you've met?

    hmm… counting my own interviews, i’d have to say masi oka from heroes. i have a picture up in my cubicle from when we met and EVERYBODY knows who he is. not counting interviews, i once stalked bruce willis for part of an afternoon while shopping for prom dresses in soho, but i didn’t really meet him. oh, but huz introduced me to marques houston back when we lived in la and i almost died.

    Ask me anything

  • March 06, 08:46 AM

    formspring.me

    hey! i stumbled upon your blogsite & came across your wedding photos (congrats by the way!!) and i was wondering what brand your shoes were? ;)

    why thank you! those shoes were RSVP and i got them a half size too small because they weren’t in stock in my size. =( but it looks like zappos has them again! here is the link: http://www.zappos.com/rsvp-ivana-white-satin

    Ask me anything

  • March 05, 05:53 PM

    the gals. (via warrior mommy)

    my mom asked if she could have my dslr; she used to dabble in photography back in the day about as much as i do now. i honestly had a hard time with the idea of parting with it but the truth is, it’s always been cumbersome to carry around, especially with a young child in tow. that was the whole point of buying the micro four thirds anyhow.

    so to my mom’s care it goes. i really hope it gets her back into it. it’d be really awesome to share a hobby with her.

  • March 05, 05:47 PM

    baby on a box. (via warrior mommy)

    trying out my new toy. i still have a lot to learn, but the pen is so easy and fun to play with.

  • March 05, 05:28 PM

    64/365: initiative. (via warrior mommy)

    she climbed up on my lap and demanded I read to her while I was working. guess who won that battle? this child rarely ever takes no for an answer.

  • March 04, 06:11 PM

    63/365: the pen is mightier… (via warrior mommy)

    been playing with it for five minutes and it’s already SO DOPE.

  • March 03, 07:35 PM

    62/365: this is retarded. (via warrior mommy)

    it was 40+ and sunny yesterday, and the one day i go inti the office there just has to be a dusting i need to clean off my car. spring, where are you?

  • March 03, 07:35 PM

    61/365: the sound of silence. (via warrior mommy)

    my mom took hugga to visit her cousins for the afternoon and the only meeting of the day was cancelled. alone time is rare, sometimes lonely, but still appreciated.

  • March 01, 01:40 AM

    60/365: over the counter remedies. (via warrior mommy)

    i made the collage part yesterday while reading to hugga in bed. i woke up really anxious at around midnight and couldn’t get back to sleep so i got out of bed to write this. hoping it’s enough to get me back to sleep… 

    also, praying for guru of gang starr

  • February 28, 10:23 AM

    59/365: sunday morning art class. (via warrior mommy)

    tons of fun but let’s not talk about the fact that she covered her entire left arm in paint. also, yes, she is wearing a smock made out of a grocery bag.

    i am now watching her play in the bathtub.

  • February 27, 01:34 PM

    58/365: you love her? better scrap, for real. (via warrior mommy)

    i know i’m spending my daughter’s naptime scrapbooking her birth, but i’m hoping the big pun quote restores at least some of my street cred.

    i vowed i would finally get around to doing this and finish her book by the end of this year. i’ve actually never done scrapbooking before, but have always felt it was something i should naturally be into, given my history with zining. anyway, scrapbooks can be badass… right?

  • February 27, 07:18 AM
    “No one ever committed suicide while reading a good book, but many have tried while trying to write one.”
    Robert Byrne (via wordpainting)
  • February 26, 10:10 AM
    57/365: baby in a basket.:

    so. perfect.

  • February 25, 08:34 PM
    “These are the tenses that define us now: past tense, back then, future tense, not yet. We live in the small window between them, the space we’ve only recently come to think of as still, and really it’s no smaller than anyone else’s window. True, there are little things going wrong with us — a knee here, an eye there — but so far just little things. We can still enjoy ourselves, as long as we focus on doing one item at a time”
    Margaret Atwood, “Bad News”
  • February 25, 11:03 AM

    adailyriot:

    loveandrage:

    clingtomymouth:

    Time to Start Profiling White Christians* « P U L S E

    It is with great regret and hesitation that I arrive at the unsavory conclusion that it is in the interests of our safety as Americans that we begin profiling White Christians.  The evidence for outbreaks of irrational White Christian violence is overwhelming.  We, the conscientious people of color, must protect the nation from the dangers of that violence.  The measures I propose to implement will be practical and just, little more than surveilling techniques and moderate physical compressions that will produce only minor inconveniences.  Those White Christians who have nothing to hide will of course be unaffected.

    If the past twenty years have shown us anything it is that White Christians are slaves to a fanatic ideology of hatred that is incompatible with the practice of modern democracy.  Eric Rudolph, for instance, bombed the Olympic Village during the 1996 Atlanta Olympics and undertook a guerilla campaign against physicians and those who promoted a “homosexual agenda.”  Theodore Kaczynski, popularly known as the Unabomber, bombed sixteen targets in nearly two decades of terror, including airlines and universities, the very symbols of American modernity.  We cannot forget Terry Nichols and Timothy McVeigh’s 1995 truck bombing of the Oklahoma City Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building, killing 168, including the seventeen children in the daycare center under which McVeigh parked his vehicular bomb.

    We must also sadly recall the tragic death of James Byrd, Jr., who was hooked by his ankles with a heavy logging chain to the back of a pickup truck and then dragged to his death by three White Christian drivers.  In 2006, David Robert McMenemy doused his car in gasoline and drove it through the front doors of the Edgerton Women’s Health Center in Davenport, IA.  It is possible that McMenemy was directed by God to his peculiar act of protest, a claim made by the supporters of Scott Roeder, the man who shot and killed physician George Tiller in 2009.  Shortly thereafter, James Wenneker von Brunn, a neo-Nazi, opened fire outside the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, killing African American security guard Stephen Tyrone Johns.  At 88, von Brunn shows that hate sometimes supersedes physical decline.

    However, the recent act of terrorism in Austin, Texas, is the straw that broke the camel jockey’s back.  Joe Stack, an anti-tax zealot and prolific manifesto writer, crashed his airplane into the side of a building hosting IRS offices, killing himself and an unlucky employee, Vincent Hunter.  This latest perpetration of White Christian terrorism gives us the opportunity to reflect on the empirical fact that the vast majority of terrorist activity in the United States is performed by White Christians.  I am speaking of a period that excludes the wholesale destruction of hundreds of Indigenous nations.

    We must keep our children safe.  We must protect the nation from those who would destroy it from within.  Our values are being threatened by an irrational adversary whose devotion to a pathological religion outweighs its loyalty to the United States.  What can we do, then?

    First, it’s clear that White Christians require special monitoring when renting vehicles, driving anything that can damage a door frame, taking the Cessna out for a spin, wandering accidentally into the Castro District, visiting museums, mailing letters, attending the Olympics, parking within two miles of a daycare center, seeing the doctor, or entering government buildings (assuming, of course, that they enter them on foot and not in an airplane).  And they can never, ever be let near black people when driving pickup trucks or carrying any sort of towing apparatus.  They must likewise undergo strict cavity searches whenever they get within 200 yards of an Indian or any ethnic person they might mistake for one.  This last policy should be easy to implement, for White Christians know that invasive body probes are just frat house humor, anyway.

    I do not offer these recommendations lightly.  Nor do I believe that they will impinge on our constitutional freedoms.  They are necessary to protect those freedoms, because we are now dealing with an enemy whose level of savagery has heretofore been unknown to us.  I am simply responding to the state of the world as it is and not as I might wish it to be.  Of course, not all White Christians are terrorists.  But it’s been widely noted that virtually all bombers and shooters of healthcare clinics and ethnic community centers are White Christians.  White Christians have got to understand that a death cult has taken root in the bosom of their religion, feeding off it like a cancerous tumor.

    Remember, this is not about racism.  It’s about making the world a safer place.  It’s about making sure our innocent children grow up in a country as awesome as it was in that great era known simply as “the past,” when there were no White Christians to disrupt the flow of life and livelihood in North America.  Please, then, let us stop dancing at the altar of political correctness and mixing our metaphors.  We have an ideal to preserve, the greatest ideal that ever was.  With some practical measures, our nation can become great again.

    *As a public service in the spirit of honest dialogue, I have written this commentary on behalf of Rush Limbaugh, Thomas Friedman, Sean Hannity, Bill O’Reilly, Senator James Inhofe, Sarah Palin, Daniel Pipes, and Michelle Malkin.

  • February 25, 09:53 AM
    56/365: quiet morning.:

    why yes, i am up at 5am with my usb hand warmers trying to write.

  • February 24, 05:00 PM

    Travel Secrets of the Carolina bag revealed « tokidoki

    i don’t even want to talk about how cute these bags are. i want one so bad but the tokidoki x marvel collection comes out tomorrow and i can only spend money on one.

  • February 24, 03:08 PM
    55/365: everything imaginable.:

    i’m afraid i’ve been spending an inordinate amount of time at michael’s lately…

  • February 24, 03:18 AM

    I would like to watch you sleeping,
    which may not happen.
    I would like to watch you,
    sleeping. I would like to sleep
    with you, to enter
    your sleep as its smooth dark wave
    slides over my head

    and walk with you through that lucent
    wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
    with its watery sun & three moons
    towards the cave where you must descend,
    towards your worst fear

    I would like to give you the silver
    branch, the small white flower, the one
    word that will protect you
    from the grief at the center
    of your dream, from the grief
    at the center. I would like to follow
    you up the long stairway
    again & become
    the boat that would row you back
    carefully, a flame
    in two cupped hands
    to where your body lies
    beside me, and you enter
    it as easily as breathing in

    I would like to be the air
    that inhabits you for a moment
    only. I would like to be that unnoticed
    & that necessary.

    Margaret Atwood, “Variations on the Word ‘Sleep’”
  • February 23, 12:06 PM

    54/365: a big ass screen:

    my mom used to work from my aunt’s office to watch hugga when i was in the office full time. she doesn’t anymore, so she gave me all of her old equipment to use including this 23” screen. it’s gigantic!

  • February 23, 11:59 AM

    inspiration. (via warrior mommy)

  • February 23, 01:04 AM

    53/365: tis the damn season.:

    we tried e-filing ourselves a couple of weeks ago but i crunched the numbers wrong because we owed (a couple hundred if we filed jointly, a shitload if we filed separately). we consulted with a tax pro this afternoon and got numbers that actually made sense. he told us what to do and let us file from home instead of charging us $200 for the consultation. thanks guy!

    addendum: i feel obligated to note that he didn’t show us how to cheat on our taxes. i was just entering some info incorrectly and not counting some credits!

  • February 21, 10:26 AM
    52/365: breakfast nook.:

    i never get to use my desk as much as i’d like, since i’m usually blogging from the living room (or from bed in the middle of the night), or spending the day doing my paid job from my mom’s house. this place used to house the mac mini, but i wasn’t really using it, so we moved it downstairs to use as media server. this spot is supposed to truly be my own now, so i recently did a couple of cheap decorating solutions to spruce it up and make it cute.

    1. inspiration board, $8
    right now it holds articles i’ve been collecting about working moms to remind me that there usually is enough time in the day to accomplish what i want and still be a mommy. also some pictures of happy women sitting comfortably in their home offices.

    2. valentine’s day office supplies, $1.09 x 2
    they were in the clearance bin at michaels and included heart shaped push pins, heart shaped paper clips, and valentine’s themed binder clips, which are holding up the pictures on the clothes line.

    3. opal ribbon, $0.99
    i tied the ends to wire nails and nailed them to the wall to hang pictures. simple, easy, and so very cute and quaint.

  • February 20, 08:46 PM
    51/365: finger paintin.:

    she didn’t get as messy as i’d expected her to. her auntie and i added a couple of touches…

  • February 19, 07:44 PM

    ahnka:

    curate:

    Yoko Ono [ via lovealesia + samsaramotel ]

    bee, i apologize for reblogging from you all day, but i love all the things you’ve been posting!

  • February 19, 03:34 PM

    my baby photographer (via warrior mommy)

    i read my numbers wrong last week and realized yesterday that i must’ve gotten a bonus. i was very, very tempted to get a new dslr (the k-x to use with my old lenses or the olympus micro four thirds coming out next month), but i decided to be a responsible adult instead and put the money in savings. to make myself feel better, hugga and i had a photo shoot this morning.

  • February 19, 02:40 PM
    50/365: gabbaland.:

    she lines up her yo gabba gabba bath people on the bathroom sink whenever she’s done washing her hands.

  • February 19, 11:17 AM
    “Resentment is allowing someone to live rent-free in a room in your head. […] If we think we have physical imperfections, obsessing about them is only destructive. Low self-esteem involves imagining the worst that other people can think about you. That means they’re living upstairs in the rent-free room.”
    Roger Ebert (via samit) (via tobia) (via artofkawaii) (via kameelahwrites) (via ahnka)
  • February 18, 09:15 AM
    49/365: mami’s big bag.:

    how sad is it that the one day i’m in the office is the first time i get to clean my bag all week?

  • February 17, 04:37 PM
    48/365: balcony snowman.:

    we brought her own mitts today.

  • February 16, 04:56 PM
    47/365: hoth.:

    huz drove us to my mom’s this morning. i’d left my work pc here last night not knowing that it would snow. we spent the whole ride in talking about whether or not a zombie virus could really be possible, since zombies would eventually have to bleed out, and how can they continue to move if their organs don’t really function? yes, i am so glad i married this man. anyway, he went off to work and late in the afternoon my mom and i took hugga out to play. we forgot her mitts at our house so she had to wear my mom’s gloves, which explains the freakishly adult-looking hands.

  • February 15, 03:50 PM
    46/365: homemade.:

    baking brownies with grandma. don’t worry, this shot was completely staged and she got nowhere near the oven.

  • February 15, 01:05 PM
    “Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.”
    Lemony Snicket (via 52hearts)
  • February 14, 08:46 AM
    45/365: tea time.:

    for valentine’s day, hugga got a doggie and hello kitty stickers from her grandma and a tea set and play doh from us… aaaand, she’s off!

  • February 13, 09:46 PM

    44/365: valentine’s date.

    i was going to act all hard because i successfully got the huz to accompany me to see valentine’s day (the movie), but then taylor swift and taylor lautner were in it, so the joy was kind of a wash. lol.

  • February 13, 01:52 PM
    “‘And you know what, I used to love Starbucks — like, instead of having a bag of candy in the afternoon I would have a mocha Frappuccino, but now I hate it, because every time I go in, there are these throngs of twenty-five-year-old women all saying that they need their Starbucks, and they’re all in there slurping Starbucks like it’s a giant cock.’”

    Jancee Dunn, But Enough About Me

    (via Jon again)

  • February 12, 06:47 PM

    aww, i love these kids.

  • February 12, 10:57 AM
    43/365: fresh to def.:

    i was eyeing these kicks in the store a couple of weeks ago and huz copped the last pair for me for valentine’s day. wheeeeee! also, they are apparently kids’ shoes. good thing i have small feets.

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Posts

  • March 09, 11:30 AM

    threadbared: VINTAGE POLITICS: The Awl's "White People Clothing and 'Old Money Green'"

    Shared by Theresa
    i'm at the intersection of fashion and race.
  • March 09, 07:09 AM

    Consuming pop culture while feminist: Disney's The Little Mermaid

    Shared by Theresa
    I'm so used to reading about Disney from a parent's POV, so this was pretty interesting. My take-away is that an exposure to Disney Princess paraphernalia doesn't necessarily block young girls from having an a-ha moment or eventually becoming a feminist ally. Good to know, just in case we lose Hugga to the pull of Disney!

    Also, Hugga is newly obsessed with Ponyo, which is a retelling of The Little Mermaid, but MUCH LESS anti-feminist. I freaking loved Ponyo and I could watch it over and over again with her.
    picture of the author, age 6, on stage at a dance recital, wearing green mermaid tail and pink top with hands waving in the airWhen I was a little girl, I loved Disney's The Little Mermaid. I mean, I loved it. I used to sit in front of the TV screen for hours at a time, rewinding the video as soon as the movie ended, to watch it all over again from the start. I used to - and I can't believe I'm about to reveal this publicly - sit in the bathtub wearing swimming flippers, combing my hair and singing like Ariel. So I mean it when I say that I loved The Little Mermaid.

    When I was about seven or eight, Ariel and I parted ways, and it wasn't until my sophomore year of college, when I had a roommate who was particularly partial to Disney movies, that I sat down and watched The Little Mermaid again. In the years since I had stopped watching the movie religiously, I had, obviously, grown up a lot. I had had my feminist "click" moment, and had started seeing the world through a feminist lens. I had started thinking about how women are depicted in advertising and movies and pop music lyrics and videos. I had been especially shocked and disappointed to learn, courtesy of a particularly fierce feminist English teacher, the origins of the fairy tales we tell young girls. The central message of the original Little Red Riding Hood, for example, is that curious young ladies who venture too far from home and get raped in the woods deserve what they get. But for some reason, it had never occurred to me to think about The Little Mermaid from a feminist perspective. When I sat down with my roommates at 19 and watched it again, The Little Mermaid just about broke my heart.

    The Little Mermaid is, quite simply, a feminist's worst nightmare. This movie is about, as a very wise friend of mine once put it, a young woman who gives up her voice to get a pair of legs so that she can snare a man. It's about the triumph of "good" women - young, slender, silent and lovesick - over "bad" women - old, voluptuous, outspoken and sexual. It's about a young woman forced to choose between her father's world and her husband's world, and there is nothing in between. And there's the unsettling fact that the song "Kiss the Girl" tells us that the "one way to ask" if a woman wants you to kiss her, is to just kiss her.

    Of course, when it comes to Disney movies, the problems I've pointed out here are only the tip of the iceberg. Disney movies, and the full-length animated features in particular, are almost all problematic. Whether it's how they deal with race, class, gender, ability or colonialism, all the Disney Princess movies have their problems. And of course, each of them is a product of their time. But knowing this makes me perhaps even more disappointed in The Little Mermaid came out in 1989, when feminism was alive and well and making its way into popular discourse. I can't help but wonder if the movie is indicative of resistance and backlash to the changing role of women in America at the time. The thought makes me feel, if possible, even more disappointed.

    The lessons we learn as children are incredibly powerful ones - they inform the way we view the world for years to come, and because we learn them at such a young age, because we just know them, we often never think to question them. When we do, it can be uncomfortable and scary, as though a person you've known forever has in fact been lying to you all this time. For me, my first adult viewing of The Little Mermaid felt like a betrayal. I had loved this movie, idolized its heroine, believing that her thirst for knowledge and adventure made her a wonderful heroine, and even dressed up as her for my year-end dance recital (yes, that really is me in that photo). And for all those years, it had been lying to me, selling me a harmful sexist message in a brightly colored package, complete with witty lyrics and a happy ending.

    Watching The Little Mermaid as an adult made me realize the importance of being open to questioning everything, even the things you know - or think you know - to be true. Watching this once-beloved Disney classic post-"click" moment made me realize that once you begin to view the world with a feminist lens, it's very hard to stop. Once you begin to view the world with a feminist lens, everything you know - or think you know - begins to look different. That's what makes feminism so powerful.

    I'm so used to reading about Disney from a parent's POV, so this was pretty interesting. My take-away is that an exposure to Disney Princess paraphernalia doesn't necessarily block young girls from having an a-ha moment or eventually becoming a feminist ally. Good to know, just in case we lose Hugga to the pull of Disney!

    Also, Hugga is newly obsessed with Ponyo, which is a retelling of The Little Mermaid, but MUCH LESS anti-feminist. I freaking loved Ponyo and I could watch it over and over again with her.
  • March 09, 05:20 AM

    Women owe society neither babies nor excuses

    Shared by Theresa
    The linked article has a good argument about women being more than babymakers, but in the US, we don't face the same population issue. I'm more interested Chally's argument here that the idea that women must have children at the "right time" is making it very difficult for women to pursue higher academic study while being a mom at the same time.

    There was a piece in the Sydney Morning Herald the other week you should have a read of, Don’t be rattled by the baby guilt trip by Nina Funnell.

    Funnell was recently in attendance when Prime Minister Kevin Rudd gave a speech ‘about the ”crisis” of Australia’s ageing population and the various economic challenges we will face as a result.’ For context, Australia’s birth rate has been below the replacement rate of 2.1 since the 1970s and Australia is strict on immigration. After the talk, Rudd came to speak to some under-30s who had grouped together, including Funnell:

    At that point one of my friends introduced me, dropping in that I am completing a PhD. At this, Rudd rolled his eyes and in a terse voice lacking any sense of irony remarked that is the “excuse” that “all” young women are using nowadays to avoid starting families. Since then I’ve come up with numerous one-line retorts, but in the moment I just froze in shock.

    You should read the whole piece as Funnell takes this down beautifully. (‘Why do we assume it is the obligation of all women to reproduce? And why do we label them as selfish when they don’t? We never label career-driven men as selfish.’) I’m reluctant to tear apart Mr Rudd’s statement myself as, well, while the sentiment is pretty clear, what’s not clear from the article is what he said in full.

    In any case, we can turn to the general sentiment. There are various harms in treating women as a monolith. I resent the assertion that not having children and at the “right time” is a bad thing. It holds women to be essentially baby makers who aren’t doing their duty to their country if they don’t follow the script – and this is something that needs an excuse. It also holds women responsible for the difficulties involved in pursuing higher academic study and starting a family at the same time. If Mr Rudd’s government, and governments worldwide, would be more supportive of those in that position, fewer people would have to face a choice between them. Until then, that some are put in this position is hardly their fault, hardly something for which women ought to be treated condescendingly.

    What this script also does is assume that “avoiding” starting families (avoiding the right and inevitable thing, those naughty girlies!) is a choice for all women. Not every woman is able to reproduce or adopt or some such, or is able to keep their children if they do. Some women are actively forced into reproducing. And some women, rather than having this obligation to reproduce weighed on them, are considered to have quite the opposite obligation, to not reproduce at all. Disabled and poor women, for instance, are often discouraged – if not actively prevented – from having children. You know, supposedly for the good of society. Placing the emphasis on “avoiding” reproducing means adopting a monolithic view of women’s experience, erasing many. They’re written out of the script.

    And, moving back to the idea that women who don’t reproduce according to the script owe excuses, I think it’s important to determine precisely to whom these women are supposed to be offering their justifications and apologies. Really, who? We’re autonomous human beings, we don’t need to go around with bowed heads and guilty expressions for doing as we please, or as we must, with our own bodies and lives. Women certainly don’t owe babies to society, or to politicians, or to those judging them, or to anyone at all.

    Women’s reproductive choices should be ours alone. We ought to be accountable to our own desires in these matters, not those of onlookers who think they know better.

    Next time, I’m going to return to Mr Rudd’s remark and some of its particular significance in Australia’s federal political context.

    The linked article has a good argument about women being more than babymakers, but in the US, we don't face the same population issue. I'm more interested Chally's argument here that the idea that women must have children at the "right time" is making it very difficult for women to pursue higher academic study while being a mom at the same time.
  • March 07, 11:16 AM

    Thoughts on Journaling...

    Shared by Theresa
    i'm newly obsessed with mixed media journaling. this is a great post by a pretty well known mixed media artist to help inspire yall.
    "Artists who seek perfection in everything are those who cannot attain it in anything." Eugene Delacroix

    I often hear from a lot of people who've never kept a journal before (or who have only been keeping one for a short period of time, or who dabble in it but aren't faithful) mourn that their work isn't "very good". A few thoughts on that-

    It's something that takes practice and time. Your journal is a perfect place to crack open a new set of paints, or a favorite pen, or your glue stick and ask yourself, "What if?" Don't judge. Don't worry. Try something on a page or two, finish it and turn the page. Move on. Don't look back. Go back to it in a week or a month and see what you can pull from the page.

    There's a current trend to make journal pages "perfect". With this current trend, comes the feeling that people think that they can do something once (or twice, or even a few times)
    and have it come out SHINING and PERFECT and FABULOUS the first time.

    That's not true.

    "There is no such thing as talent. What they call talent is nothing but the capacity for doing continuous work in the right way." Winslow Homer

    I'm all about the WORK. You have to do the WORK. You have to put in TIME. You have to put in ENERGY. You have to sit down and DO IT. Some people get this. Others don't. You also have to WANT to do this. Don't keep a journal because you think it's a current trend. Do it because it's a yearning pull in your gut. It's an inside voice that says that you HAVE to do this.

    Some want it easy. They want an easy way to make a journal page that they'll love. That they can send to Big Name Magazine and that Big Name Magazine will fawn over and publish. It's not about that. It ain't that easy. It's not about publishing. It's not about being fawned over. It's about staying true to yourself. Staying true to your voice. It's about hard work. It's about passion. It's about asking questions. It's about experience and documenting a life, your life.

    "Every good painter paints what he is." Jackson Pollock

    Some use paint. Some use paper. Some use both. Some use pens. Some use fabric. Find the medium-not one that you like, but one that you LOVE. Find a medium that makes your heart skip a beat when you see it AND when you create it. Don't try it once. Do it again and again and again. Rinse and repeat as I say. Ask yourself, "What happens if I do this?" "Shit, this didn't work, what happens if I try it this way...but hey, look-I did learn that I could do this even though what I had in mind didn't work." Push yourself. Push harder next time.

    "Art teaches nothing, except the significance of life." Henry Miller

    Which brings me to another thing...don't have something in mind and expect it to come out perfect. Having something in mind is fine. Perfection is not. Journaling is about two things-

    Experimentation-having a safe place to try something out

    Documentation-having a safe place to express yourself

    "They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my reality."
    Frida Kahlo

    So, how do you get there? How do you start?

    "When my daughter was about seven years old, she asked me one day what I did at work. I told her I worked at the college- that my job was to teach people how to draw. She stared back at me, incredulous, and said, "You mean they forget?" Howard Ikemoto

    You start by working. You pick up your medium of choice. You crack open the book and you start. You WORK. You work forward. Don't look back. Don't judge. Don't compare. Don't say, "Shit! My work isn't looking like Big Artist so I must be no good." Don't EVER let that Evil Inner Critic Voice in. There is no room for her now. There is only room for you and for the WORK you are doing. PLAY. Play hard. Work hard. Push yourself. Finish a page. Yay! Turn it and work on the next page. Don't judge. Don't stop. Keep pushing.

    "The artist need not know very much; best of all let him work instinctively and paint as naturally as he breathes or walks." Emil Nolde

    Limit yourself to a few colors, papers and pens. Limit your choices. It will make it easier.

    Ask yourself at the end of every page, "Am I done? Does it feel like I've said all that needed to be said?" Don't concern yourself with good or bad. Just answer that question.

    The more you work, the more it will click. You will realize what colors you like, what your symbols and favorite imagery are to use. You will learn what you like. You will learn to push yourself.

    "The best reason to paint is that there is no reason to paint...I'd like to pretend that I've never seen anything, never read anything, never heard anything...and then make something...Every time I make something I think about the people who are going to see it and every time I see something, I think about the person who made it....Nothing is important...so everything is important." Keith Haring

    I don't have anything to say. Oh hell, yes you do. You can make a journal page about ANYTHING.

    "Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures."

    Make a page about something-anything that happened today. Did you eat something that tasted good? Did you hear something that made you happy or angry? Did something spectacular happen or was it an ordinary day? Did you recall a moment from your past? Are you thinking about the future? Did you see a color combination in a catalog or shop window that you want to try with paint, paper or fabric? Did you take a photograph that you want to paste in your book? You see, there is always something to journal about.

    So, if it calls from the heart, do it. Keep at it. Do the work and don't give up. When you start to fall in love with what you are doing, when you are okay with things, then you can look back. Then you can ask questions and see what worked and what didn't work. Don't tear things out. Leave them in. They are documents and windows into glimpses of your life. The pages in your books are moments of your life that you've captured and held tightly onto. Don't let them go.

    "I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say 'he feels deeply, he feels tenderly.' "
    Vincent Van Gogh

    i'm newly obsessed with mixed media journaling. this is a great post by a pretty well known mixed media artist to help inspire yall.
  • March 05, 06:09 AM

    White Sorority Wins Major Step Competition: PostRacial or Just Wrong?

    Shared by Theresa
    All too often I hear the "no such thing as reverse racism" argument oversimplified into something like, "POC's can't be racist against whites!" or "I can't be racist, I'm a POC!" The latter statement is obviously untrue, but I do feel the former -- I just was never able to nail down a good explanation for why without jumbling up terms like institutionalized racism and white-people-have-all-the-power and whatnot.

    Thea Lim takes the words out of my mouth here.

    By Deputy Editor Thea Lim

    So we’ve been getting lots of emails about this, both from readers and friends – in late February Zeta Tau Alpha , a predominantly white sorority, beat out three black sororities at the Sprite Step-Off, nabbing the $100,000 prize and honours as the best step team in the country.

    This caused an immediate backlash. In the video below, as soon as the second place winner is revealed you can hear the crowd booing while other audience members begin walking out:

    Five days later, in an (alleged) panic Sprite announced that there was a scoring discrepancy, allowing them to announce a tie and give another $100,000 to the second place winners, Alpha Kappa Alpha.

    For readers who don’t know about stepping and black sororities and fraternities, Lawrence Ross explains on CNN what it means to have a white sorority beat black greek associations at a massive, televised step comp:

    To understand why this is a big deal, you have to understand that African-American fraternities and sororities are as close to the Animal House stereotype attached to white fraternities as Pat Boone is to hip-hop. Black fraternities and sororities, known as the Divine Nine, form the fiber of African-American leadership in this country and continue to produce the leaders of tomorrow.

    …The roster of Divine Nine members is a Who’s Who in African America: the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr., Jesse Jackson, Michael Jordan, Maya Angelou, Dorothy Height and over a million others count themselves as members. The civil rights movement is populated with Divine Nine members who developed leadership skills on college campuses… Pride in one’s organization is paramount to Divine Nine members, and one way to express that is through stepping.

    Divine Nine fraternities and sororities take great pride in being original and innovative in their dances: highly coordinated, with elaborate costumes, and sometimes performed before thousands. It’s a point of pride to perform, but to win for the glory of your fraternity or sorority is the ultimate.

    So when Zeta Tau Alpha members won the Sprite Step Off, it was not just that they’d beaten African-American sororities, it was seen as the first assault on yet another African-American cultural tradition that, if not guarded, would be appropriated from blacks like jazz and hip-hop.

    For Sprite, Zeta Tau Alpha was enough of a racial minefield to justify spending an extra $100,000 to quiet folks down. Ok, so that’s just speculation.

    But there’s been a backlash to the backlash. Several prominent black journalists (including Lawrence Ross) have chastised the black greek community for complaining about the white win.  Jason Whitlock writes that the case of Zeta Tau Alpha shows that “the moral of the story will be that black people have no issue with being just as discriminatory as the white power structure they rail against.”  This thread on Bossip is full of commenters saying that it is racist for Bossip to have a problem with Zeta Tau Alpha’s win.

    Do I think Zeta Tau Alpha deserved to win? I don’t know a lot about stepping, but I’m going to trust the judges and I assume they were amazing.   But do I think they should have won?

    Well, no.

    Writing for the Root, Lawrence Ross says:

    The problem with the arguments presented by the critics is that they tend to gloss over the question of whether the Zeta Tau Alpha steppers were actually better than their competition. Instead, most of the criticism has been reactionary and sought to deny Zeta Tau Alpha the opportunity to compete based solely on their skin color.

    By doing that, black Greeks do a disservice to our historic legacy. African-American fraternities and sororities were born in circumstances that sought to combat judgments based on race. And to do the same as those who would deny us opportunity, based on the notion that we’re somehow protecting our black cultural integrity, is morally bankrupt.

    The problem with this argument is that it lacks context.  Not historical context on stepping – Ross wrote the book on that, literally – but racial and political context.  As Ross states, black fraternities and sororities came up as spaces for black students to be together, necessary in a racist climate.  Well, it’s not as if that racist climate has disappeared.  I am not sure if there are black frats and sororities at UCSD – if there aren’t, they sure could use some.

    When Whitlock argues that black folks who would deny a white step team step awards is bigoted, and akin to white folks who support segregation, he’s suggesting that systemic racism no longer exists.  In my book, the only way you can be racist is if you have the institutional power to be racist.   The fact that black folks have more presence within the world of stepping than white folks, does not delete the barrier that racism creates for black folks in many other arenas.  And you don’t have institutional power in bits and pieces – even if stepping is dominated by black folks, it exists within a racist context.  This means that even within the step world, black folks don’t have institutional power.  Stepping doesn’t exist in a vacuum.

    When white folks don’t want black folks to participate in something, that’s racist. When black folks don’t want white folks to participate in something, it is not racist.  That’s right! And no, this is not because I have a delusional double standard.  In order for this to be a double standard, white and black folks would have to have to same level of power universally.  But instead power relations in our society continue to extend far far more opportunities to white folks than to black folks, or any other folks of colour.

    I would have no problem with a white team winning at a historically black competition, if black students (and other students of colour) were excelling at every mainstream (read:white) college turn.  Instead, the Journal of Blacks in Higher Education has multiple statistics showing that black students have lower rates of graduation, citing racism, lack of space for supportive black campus communities, and strained family finances as reasons for this discrepancy.  And if/when black students do graduate, it’s not like skin colour disappears.  This New York Times article from the end of last year states that:

    the unemployment rate for black male college graduates 25 and older in 2009 has been nearly twice that of white male college graduates — 8.4 percent compared with 4.4 percent.

    Racism hampers all students of colour.  Similar stats exist for black and non-black Latin@ students, and let’s not forget the recent admissions data we’ve seen about Asian American students.

    Stepping and black fraternities and sororities exist to give black students a reprieve from these barriers, and a space to be together and celebrate who they are.  As a non-black person of colour, I wish I had that – if anyone is setting up dance competitions for mixed race SoutheastAsian/Irish/Canadian women, let me know.

    When top honours in such a space go to a white team, it is not an aberration or a historic event – it is a repeat of what happens all day every day, outside of that very small space.  While I am absolutely sure that Zeta Tau Alpha are a great stepping team, they are still part of the dominant culture and reap its benefits, while black students bear its brunt.  Being told that you are inferior to white folks all the time takes its toll – as the struggles of black students to achieve academic success demonstrates.  Being told that you are inferior to white folks, within the place that you built to get away from such constant rejection? That cuts deep.

    An academic I know bristles whenever teaching positions in minority literature go to white academics.  Can white academics teach minority lit? I’m sure they can.  But can they get jobs in every other lit position? Yes. Is it harder for academics of colour to get, say, Victorian Lit positions? Yes it is.  So until that difference is rectified, the few positions of honour that can go to people of colour, should go to people of colour.

    I went to the sold-out semifinals of the Sprite Step-Off at Texas Southern University in Houston, where Zeta Tau Alpha went on to qualify for the finals* in Atlanta. It was a great night.  The crowd was deliriously happy.  And most of the night was spent executing Texas hip hop dance crazes, like the Mr Hit Dat, the Flex and the Halle Berry.  These dances may be redonculous, but they are also cultural rituals that above all express proud membership and belonging.  In other words, it was clear to me that part of the joy of that night derived from the chance for these black college students to be together, and celebrate each other and the culture they and their elders had built together.  There are so few spaces for young people of colour to do that.

    When the entire college experience is a space for all kinds of youth to celebrate their personness, then it will be racist to complain when a white team like Zeta Tau Alpha wins a step competition.  But black president or no, that day is a long way away.  I look forward to it – even though it means I will be out of a job.

    *Alas I actually missed their performance – I left in the middle of Lupe Fiasco’s number.  I just don’t care for him. I did however, get to see Latoya Luckett, which was just delightful.

    All too often I hear the "no such thing as reverse racism" argument oversimplified into something like, "POC's can't be racist against whites!" or "I can't be racist, I'm a POC!" The latter statement is obviously untrue, but I do feel the former -- I just was never able to nail down a good explanation for why without jumbling up terms like institutionalized racism and white-people-have-all-the-power and whatnot.

    Thea Lim takes the words out of my mouth here.
  • March 03, 10:25 AM

    Catholic Church abandons foster children over DC gay marriage law

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    Wow, this shit is abysmal.

    The Supreme Court yesterday chose not to block DC's gay marriage law. This means same sex couples should be able to apply for marriage licenses in the nation's capital today.

    The Catholic Archdiocese of Washington, which threatened to abandon their contracts for providing social services in DC if gay marriage became law, has already ended its foster care program. And starting yesterday Catholic Charities no longer provides benefits to spouses of new employees or those who are not currently enrolled in a health care plan. Because opposing gay marriage is way more important than the health care of employee's families.

    These moves are despicable. And attempts by the Archdiocese to blame the new same sex marriage law are ridiculous. The law didn't force the Archdiocese to abandon children in foster care or screw over their employee's families. The blame sits squarely on the shoulders of church leadership that's decided to prioritize a commitment to discrimination over valuable social services work.

    The church faced two options with the approval of the new law, said Robert Tuttle, a George Washington University professor who studies the relationship between church and state. One choice was to expand the definition of domestic partner, as the Archdiocese in San Francisco did years ago, to include a parent, sibling or someone else in the household.

    The second choice was to do what the Washington Archdiocese has done: eliminate benefits for all spouses.

    Or, you know, stop with their obsessive homophobia.

    Congratulations to those who will soon be able to get legally married, and shame on the Catholic Archdiocese of Washington.

    Wow, this shit is abysmal.
  • February 26, 10:00 AM

    Women of Color and the Anti-Choice Focus on Eugenics

    By Guest Contributor Pamela Merritt, originally posted at RH Reality Check

    Just days before the anniversary of the Roe v. Wade decision, a fellow activist sent me a link to a video posted by the anti-choice group Bound for Life.  I was vaguely familiar with Bound for Life from having seen their members at protests, signature red tape marked with the word “Life” fixed to their mouths.

    The video promoted an action that Bound for Life participated in at a new Planned Parenthood clinic being built in Houston.  The spin for this specific protest caught my attention.  The angle – that reproductive health care providers are organized to increase abortions by people of color in a plot to commit genocide for profit – has been in play by anti-choicers for years.  That theory has been, is now, and will always be insultingly paternalistic in its assumptions about women of color seeking reproductive health care.  The allegation is also picking up steam this Black History Month.

    The first time I watched the video I was struck by the theories promoted through it – that communities of color are tragically ignorant of some long standing genocidal plot and desperately need organizations like Bound for Life to come to educate us, that the size of a reproductive health care clinic is in some way connected to it’s intended scale of abortion services and that the location of that clinic (in communities of color) is proof of some long standing genocidal plot.  Bound for Life isn’t alone in putting forth these arguments.  Anti-choice groups recently put up billboards in Georgia claiming that Black children are an endangered species and other organizations, like The Radiance Foundation, target religious people of color with the same anti-choice message; their stated goal being to illuminate, educate and motivate their audience.

    The fallout from this rhetoric is hard to measure, but I’ve heard of the black genocide conspiracy for years.  I am an activist in my home city of St. Louis Missouri and many of the young women of color I work with are aware of the rumors and ask questions about them.

    In Missouri, where young people are often denied access to medically accurate comprehensive sex education in public schools, rumors can often be taken as fact.  In my volunteer work I have met young women who thought drinking a certain soft drink would either prevent pregnancy or sexually transmitted infections; others who have heard that contraceptives give users HIV; and some who were convinced that the withdrawal method protected them from sexually transmitted infections.  In the absence of knowledge, dangerously inaccurate information reigns supreme without challenge or correction.

    It is in that knowledge-vacuum that the black genocide conspiracy hopes to set up shop, with hopes to take advantage of the fruits of anti-choice labor that has systematically removed sex education from sex education. It’s more than ironic that anti-choicers–who work strenuously to deny to medically accurate sex education and prevention programs to young people of color–are now trying to rally communities of color through a pseudo-community education program built on the myth of black genocide.  It’s far more than ironic…it’s shameful.

    As a woman of color and a reproductive justice activist, I am appalled each time I hear the black genocide rap.  Quotes by Margaret Sanger are tossed out as if she were a prophet, as if reproductive choice a religion, and as if pro-choice activists were fundamentalists bent on staying true to Sanger’s words as a person of fundamentalist faith would to the word of God.  In reality, Margaret Sanger was a person whose work paved the way for legal access to contraceptives in this country.  Sanger’s personal beliefs on eugenics were and are wrong and do not hold any place in the mission of reproductive justice or reproductive health care providers.  We do not associate the Ford Motor Company with anti-semitism, despite the well documented history of it’s founder Henry Ford in collaborating with Nazis and we should not associate contemporary reproductive health care providers or the reproductive justice movement with eugenics because of some views expressed by Margaret Sanger.

    But the truth has little to do with the black genocide scare tactic.  The truth is that reproductive health care providers open clinics to provide access to the full range of reproductive health care services in communities that need safe and affordable health care.  Those services include yearly cancer screenings, treatment for sexually transmitted diseases, education on how to prevent sexually transmitted infections, education on how to prevent unplanned pregnancy and abortion counseling and services.

    The truth is:

  • Black women are more likely to be diagnosed with cervical cancer at a later stage and are more likely to die of cervical cancer.
  • Black people make up 13 percent of the population in the United States yet account for more than 49 percent of AIDS cases. AIDS is the leading cause of death for Black women between the ages 25 to 34, and the second leading cause of death for Black men between the ages 35 to 44.
  • Black and Hispanic women have the highest teen pregnancy rates.
  • Forty percent of Black Americans report being uninsured at some point from 2007 through 2008.
  • Black women continue to die from breast cancer at alarming rates and a recent study found that half of Black teenage women reported having had one of the most common sexually transmitted diseases.
  • Clearly there are a lot of health-care related reasons why reproductive health care providers seek to provide services to communities of color.

    Women of color are not children unable to make health care decisions, our children are not a species on the brink of extinction through an organized genocidal plot and justice is found when a people are unbound and empowered by medically accurate knowledge rather than dogma.  This Black History Month, despite well-produced marketing campaigns designed to spark fear and perpetuate myths, we must recommit ourselves to the struggle for reproductive justice in our communities.  Now, more than ever, we need to address the realities on the ground and reject the conspiracy theories being shouted by the anti-choice mob.

    Photo from Feministing

  • February 26, 05:28 AM

    Why I’m Funny – Joel Johnson

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    a stray personal link i caught from gizmodo. joel johnson writes a moving story about the sexual abuse he endured through his childhood. i implore all of you to read it.
    media giant. a stray personal link i caught from gizmodo. joel johnson writes a moving story about the sexual abuse he endured through his childhood. i implore all of you to read it.
  • February 25, 07:49 PM

    Tokidoki at Magic: Sephora Collabo! | Highsnobette.com

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    wheeeeeeeeee!
    As always I stopped by Magic's Pool show to check in with one of my industry faves, Tokidoki Designer, Simone Legno. He had a lot going on but was most wheeeeeeeeee!
  • February 25, 04:28 PM

    Angie the Anti-Theist: Choices

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    I had just mentioned last week how rare it is to see people talking honestly and realistically about abortion. This week, somebody is actually blogging about and live-tweeting her abortion. I commend this woman for her bravery and thank her for sharing her story.
  • February 24, 07:55 PM

    Why Taylor Swift Offends Little Monsters, Feminists, and Weirdos

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    the most amazing taylor swift analysis i have ever read. it is worth every minute you spend reading it.
    A symbolical analysis of the Taylor Swift cannon (w/infographic). Is there art without sex? Love without raincoats? Feminism without girls? Beauty without dirt? Copycats without claws? the most amazing taylor swift analysis i have ever read. it is worth every minute you spend reading it.
  • February 24, 01:40 PM

    Nicaragua's abortion ban preventing cancer patient from receiving necessary treatment

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    This is insane!

    The cruelty of Nicaragua's extreme abortion ban is undeniable in the case of Amelia (an alias), a 27-year-old woman with cancer. Passed in 2006, the law criminalizes abortion, even if the woman's life or health is at risk. Amelia, who has a 10-year-old daughter, needs to have an abortion so she can undergo treatment for the cancer, which may have metastasized in her brain, lungs and breasts.

    The Strategic Group for the Decriminalization of Therapeutic Abortion in Nicaragua, whose members include the Nicaraguan Center for Human Rights, the OB-GYN Society, the New Family Association (ANFAN) and international organizations including Women's Link Worldwide, the Center for Justice and International Law (CEJIL) and IPAS Central America, filed a petition on February 18th with the Inter-American Commission of Human Rights to demand the Nicaraguan government adopt urgent precautionary measures to protect Amelia's life.

    From a statement from these organizations:

    Even though the treating physicians concluded that the patient requires an abortion to initiate chemotherapy and radiotherapy treatment, the young woman has been hospitalized since January 29th without being able to receive an abortion and therefore, without receiving any kind of treatment to stop the cancer.

    Under these circumstances, Amelia is in imminent danger of losing her life, given the impossibility of accessing an abortion. Under current Nicaraguan law, women in need of therapeutic abortions to save their life or protect their health are in fact, sentenced to death. Additionally, in this case, her minor daughter would be orphaned.

    Too often, abortion laws completely ignore the lived realities in which the procedure takes place. Nicaragua's law is the antithesis of pro-life since, if followed, it could mean this woman's death.

    UPDATE: The coalition working on this case is asking individuals and organizations to take action. Head over to RH Reality Check to find out how you can help.

    This is insane!
  • February 24, 01:37 PM

    UK psychiatrists propose editorial code to counter media support of eating disorders

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    Interesting... do you think we could ever enact a change in editorial code here in the US to add a stamp to any photos that are airbrushed? No lie, every photo would have this stamp. At the magazine I worked at, there wasn't a single photo that made it to print without being airbrushed somehow. I wonder if seeing that stamp everywhere would make much of a difference.

    New York Fashion Week wrapped up recently and London Fashion Week is underway, which means images of dangerously thin, overwhelmingly white models are everywhere in the media. Of course, such images are ubiquitous year round, often coupled with articles about the latest diet sure to make you impossibly thin, too.

    The Eating Disorders Section of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, the UK's main professional organization of psychiatrists, has begun a campaign to oppose the media's over-representation of incredibly thin models and glamorizing of eating disorders. They are calling for a new editorial code and a symbol placed on images that have been airbrushed.

    "Eating disorders, such as anorexia nervosa and bulimia nervosa, are serious mental illnesses," said [Dr. Adrienne] Key.

    "Although biological and genetic factors play an important role in the development of these disorders, psychological and social factors are also significant," she added, saying that was why the RCPsych was urging the media "to take greater responsibility for the messages it sends out".

    As a person who's struggled with eating disorders I agree the media has a big influence. When nearly every image is telling you the standard of beauty is thin as well as cisgender, white, and able bodied, and you're already struggling with your relationship with eating, it's hard not to try to fit that image.

    As Amanda Marcotte points out, in the US there seems to be only two polarized approaches to food: overeating or anorexia. And anorexia is encouraged. Diets are supposed to be the answer to obesity (which the media seems to think is the worst thing ever), but too often they aren't a way to shift one's long term relationship with food and physical activity. Instead they're a structured form of disordered eating, often with other people encouraging you, that are socially acceptable to speak about positively in public. The "Air Diet" may be an extreme example, but not by much.

    Where's the representation of an the option beyond overeating or starving yourself? Where's the space to negotiate a positive relationship with your body and the food you eat? I agree with the psychiatrists, the press is outright encouraging disordered eating and a negative body image. It's way past time they stopped.

    Interesting... do you think we could ever enact a change in editorial code here in the US to add a stamp to any photos that are airbrushed? No lie, every photo would have this stamp. At the magazine I worked at, there wasn't a single photo that made it to print without being airbrushed somehow. I wonder if seeing that stamp everywhere would make much of a difference.
  • February 24, 10:49 AM

    THE BROOKLYN PARENT: What Do You Do When Your Child is Being Bullied? | Not in Our Town

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    this is one of my biggest fears as a parent... i still don't know how i will deal with it if hugga gets bullied (or worse, is the aggressor).
  • February 23, 01:59 PM

    Blanco: In Solidarity with 1.3% of UCSD

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    More on the "Compton Cookout."

    By Guest Contributor Ninoy Brown, originally published at FOBBDeep

    More on UCSD’s most recent “post-racial” moment.

    Within the last week, much public outrage has come upon UCSD as a result of the disgusting display of ignorance from the “Compton Cookout”.  National attention has been placed on the campus, and NAACP has recently spoken out against the incident.

    With this, I wanted to post a letter that Dr. Jody Blanco, from UCSD’s Dept of Literature, had written for Kaibigang Pilipino.  Though intended for Filipinos/Filipino students and student organizations at UCSD, I felt the message was important for more folks to read, as well.

    Dr. Blanco was an inspiration for many of us, student of color organizers, while attending UCSD.  In the letter, he contextualizes the “private party”, discussing why outrage is justified and why Filipino American students should stand as allies with our African American brothers and sisters.

    Dear Filipina and Filipino students, colleagues, and friends:

    I hope that you don’t mind my sending a mass email to you, which is something I don’t think I’ve ever done. While I know some, maybe many of you individually, I haven’t been to a KP GBM in many years, and haven’t had the opportunity to work as closely with you as I would have liked and would like to. Hopefully this is something we can begin to address and repair over time.

    What has prompted this unusual message is the recent spate of events that have transpired the past week, and have caused or exacerbated the perceived lack of support for many historically underrepresented minorities – not just blacks, but Latinos, Arab- and certain Asian-Americans, Filipinos and Filipino-Americans included. I don’t need to tell you the details, which I’m sure you already know – a private party involving hundreds of UCSD students, framed as an expression of contempt for Black History Month and the free use of hate speech (which, as it turns out, was downloaded from a website); a follow-up televised program on the Koala newspaper website, expressing support for hate speech.

    By now, if you’ve been listening to the local and national news, you may also have a sense of the fallout: black students at UCSD threatening to withdraw or transfer out of UCSD en masse; the administration’s simultaneous condemnation of these events and declaration of non-commitment to any further significant actions to be taken in response to the outbreak of hate speech on campus; the intervention of the San Diego city council and California state assembly members committed to take responsibility and hold people accountable (because the university won’t); a public statement made by the NAACP promising to conduct its own investigation into the matter; national coverage of our campus and university on network TV, featuring reporters and analysts who express open disbelief at the campus’s presumed commitment to its principles of community, and bewilderment at the administration’s failure to take any meaningful or effective action defending and protecting its students from injury and insult.

    For those of you who have close friends in the black community, you may have witnessed or heard stories of their trauma and insecurity: students weeping in the halls and on Library Walk at their helplessness and inability to represent themselves against the violence of having other people represent them. If you are like me, you are familiar with this feeling: you have grown up seeing your parents scolded by an angry grocery clerk or policeman for appearing ignorant or slow; you have been denigrated or mocked by whites for excelling at the things you love or feel passionate about; you have felt betrayed by an authority who witnessed your persecution at one point or another, and pretended not to notice. You are familiar with the mistrust, lack of confidence, and sometimes, the outright fear, of the world outside your immediate family and friends; you have struggled consciously or unconsciously to accept or refuse the possibility that the world outside this insulated circle neither values nor encourages your participation and contribution to a wider community. If you can’t relate to what I’m saying, perhaps it’s all for the best, because I wouldn’t wish that consciousness and psychological conflict on anybody. But if you can relate to what your African-American brothers and sisters are feeling, you probably also understand that this is what most ethnic and / or historically underrepresented minorities, in the US and in every country, experience to one degree or another. It is the experience we share in common, an experience that oftentimes draws us close to one another in times of danger.

    I want to underline this last point in order to foreground my basic message: I’m asking you to become or stay involved, and to make sure there are always Pinoy and Pinay voices, in the responses and activities to this event that will occur in the following weeks or months. I’m asking you to become or stay involved, first and foremost, because as historically underrepresented minorities we are directly implicated in both acts of racial hate speech and the university’s responses to it. As many of you who have taken my classes before may know, when the US conducted a near-genocidal war against the Philippines at the beginning of the twentieth century (which left between 500,000-1,000,000 dead, mostly civilians), both US soldiers and commanders often referred to Filipinos as “niggers.” In the 1920s and 30s, when Filipino Carlos Bulosan and his compatriots came to the US to escape the US-driven poverty in the Philippines, they were identified as “niggers,” and they were lynched, beaten, and murdered without any recourse to the law. To this day, the word retains the same popular meaning as it did at the turn of the century: to be a “nigger” means to be identified as an available target for extra-judicial violence and social exile, without right of appeal to an established or legitimate authority. This is what the word means, regardless of who uses it in what context. That is what makes it a dangerous word and concept. It is a word that attacks what it identifies, and paves the way for further violence.

    My second reason for asking for your committed involvement is that your African-American friends, collaborators, and co-sponsors need you. They need you to defend and protect them, to promote and cultivate a climate and community that respects, safeguards, and enhances our humanity: our right to belong, to participate and contribute to the realization of common dreams. You may think that, because you don’t have as many co-sponsored activities with BSU, MEChA, or APSA, you don’t have much in common with them. You are wrong. We are all fighting to increase student recruitment and retention of historically underrepresented minorities at UCSD, whereas the groups that comprise the majorities at UCSD don’t need to do this. We are all faced with constant underfunding and are obliged to conduct recruitment and retention activities that are regularly performed by hired full-time staff in most other universities. We are all passionately invested in reproducing and reinventing the originality of our cultural heritage, its joys and sorrows, which help us understand how and why we remain separate from a greater cultural heritage that might be simply defined as “American.” They need you to give them respect, and ask for their respect in return. They need you to validate their humanity and their belonging; and to ask that they validate ours. They are our kababayan, whether they know it or not. In the past, African-Americans have historically fought for our rights to self-determination, both in the Philippines and in the United States. Whether we, or our parents, know it or not, we owe a great debt to them: both directly and indirectly, through the ways we have benefited from their pioneering struggles and sufferings. It is time to begin repaying that debt.

    The third reason I ask for your concern and involvement is that it is time for our presence to be felt as a strong and united constituency within the UCSD academic community. Many of our parents raised us under the idea that if we wanted to pursue the American way of life, we have to shut up, avoid any negative attention, do our work quietly, respect all established authority, and pray that our efforts would be recognized and rewarded on earth as they would be in heaven. Our employers and managers tell us that our proper attitude towards authority should be a submissive form of gratitude. But to be a constituency means to actively participate in the constitution of governance, and one of the tasks of governance is the administration of justice. Have we been assigned the task and given the authority to act as judges over this case? No. Can our voices frame the way justice is administered, or imagined? As a constituency, yes.

    A fourth and final reason for our support and involvement is that it gives us the opportunity to have the courage to use our own reason in the understanding and exploration of our racialized past and present. University administrators by and large have chosen to exonerate themselves from responsibility for the actions of the students and groups involved in these expressions of hate speech. Their reason for doing so, among others, is that they are afraid of legal repercussions if any reprisals implicate the university for infringing on the right to free speech, particularly when students are “technically” off campus.

    In my opinion, this question does not rank as one of the more important questions to be asking about the implications of hate speech associated with our university. As Marx once said, the answer always depends on the form of the question that’s being asked. Do the events of the past week all boil down to the question of whether or not students have the right to exercise free speech? No. The scandal isn’t that the right to free speech might even include the right for individuals to denigrate and stereotype people: I can turn the TV to Fox News Channel and see the proof of that for myself any given day. The scandal is that an event like this could only happen in or around a university or institution that has failed in its commitment to academic and cultural diversity. The scandal is that many students at UCSD consider black people and communities as a product of their imaginations and consumer habits: an entertainment commodity we pay to watch on MTV, or hear on the radio. A stereotype we have the “right” to enjoy and take pleasure in, because we have paid good money to possess and consume it in the privacy of our homes and TV screens. The scandal is that many whites – and even Asian Americans – do not belong to a community that involved and involves the active participation and vital humanity of another person or community of color, another historically underrepresented minority. It’s not hard to see why: only 1 of every 50 students on this campus is African American, and only 1 of 10 students is Latina / Latino.

    As those of you involved in the recruitment and retention of Pinay / Pinoy students on campus must know, when you deny a person, or group the right and opportunity to be part of a community, you deprive that person or group of the opportunity to represent and express their humanity. The dehumanization involved in the promotion of stereotypes is just a surface expression of a deeper, systemic dehumanization that has taken place, and that continues to take place in our university. The tragedy is the system that allowed, and even promoted, the permanent exile of a group of human beings from any meaningful participation in any form of community in America.

    What can we do to change this? That’s my question. What’s yours?

    Sumasainyo,

    Jody Blanco, Department of Literature

    More on the "Compton Cookout."
  • February 23, 12:40 AM

    10 Reasons to Avoid Talking on the Phone [Humor]

    As important as phones can be in our daily lives, there are some reasons to avoid them entirely. Here are ten such reasons which may actually succeed in turning you into an anti-social, handsaw-owning phone avoider..










    Reprinted with permission from Matthew Inman aka "The Oatmeal," a former web designer turned comic artist. You can see more of his work on The Oatmeal or in 5 Very Good Reasons to Punch a Dolphin in the Mouth, the comic book which he self published last year.



  • February 23, 05:46 AM

    responding to ucsd's "compton cookout"

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    uncharacteristically heartfelt post you should read.
    This isn't directly Asian American-related, and yet in a lot of ways, it is... The controversy: a recent off-campus party at UC San Diego boasted the unfortunate theme of "Compton Cookout," which urged partygoers to dress and act "ghetto": UCSD race tensions rise after 'Compton Cookout,' use of n-word.Racist, ignorant theme parties are nothing new -- this nonsense happens all the time, at frat uncharacteristically heartfelt post you should read.
  • February 23, 12:00 AM

    JR Celski’s tattoo of the Philippine flag has created quite the buzz (photo)

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    so cutes! i was actually thinking about getting the sun on my back.
    JR Celski’s tattoo of the Philippine flag has created quite the buzz. Saturday night, after the judges decided to disqualify USA’s JR Celski from a speed skating race in which he would not have qualified anyway, JR Celski took off his … so cutes! i was actually thinking about getting the sun on my back.
  • February 22, 03:58 PM

    Intentionally flying planes into buildings because you don’t like a particular government: Terrorism or no? Let’s debate.

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    See, when white folks fly planes into buildings, it's justifiable protest.

    Newsweek editors and reporters discuss the use of the word “terrorist” and essentially conclude that it’s mostly applicable to foreigners with beards. The conversation is an off-shoot of the story of the IRS “protestor” (as the Wall Street Journal designated him) who flew his plane into an IRS building because he didn’t like paying taxes. That guy’s daughter got to a spot on Good Morning America to laud her “hero” father — although she admitted that his decision to fly a plane into a building was “inapropriate,” but “Now maybe people will have to listen.” (Smirky sidenote: She lives in Norway). Newly-elected Republican goldenboy Scott Brown commented that, yeah, flying planes into buildings isn’t very nice, but “people are frustrated” and “no one likes paying taxes” — plane-man just wanted greater political accountability! He was frustrated with the U.S. government’s unjust infringement on what he believed to be rightfully his. Unlike the brown people who fly planes into buildings. They’re just mad at our freedoms.

    Some folks at Newsweek point out that the Underpants Bomber is more of a terrorist because he’s affiliated with a foreign terror network; the Fort Hood shooter is a terrorist too because, although he wasn’t formally affiliated with any network, he may have talked to a guy who was affiliated with terrorists. But I find Devin Gordon’s take on the media’s hesitance to use the t-word for IRS Guy to be the most convincing:

    I continue to be fascinated by the divergent reactions between Austin Wacko and Underpants Man, and I think it goes much deeper than the taxonomy of what is a “terrorist.” (One simple reason: Tiger Woods didn’t step on the Underpants saga the very next day. Sigh.)

    Fundamentally, I’m with Dan: a Texan white guy named Joe Stack isn’t as interesting / enraging / anxiety-inducing as a Nigerian Muslim named Abdulmutallab. I’m also with Eve: Stack’s philosophy, unlike Abdulmutallab’s, is pretty kosher with many — maybe even most — Americans. We’re basically with him right up to the burn-down-your-house-and-fly-a-plane-into-a-building part of the story. Other than that part, right on, Joe Stack! (Heck, newly minted Massachusetts Sen. Scott Brown all but said as much in a very clumsy TV appearance about this story the day after it happened.)

    But I’m most intrigued by a couple of things Mike suggested. First, that Abdulmutallab’s actions fit into a much larger terrorism narrative that has stretched out for years, resulted in ongoing wars and decided presidential elections. Isolated, Underpants Man’s actions are surely milder than Stack’s — it still amazes me that a man flying a plane into a building doesn’t make us flinch much more — but Stack’s actions are just that: isolated.

    Then again, what if they aren’t? That’s the other thing that intrigued me about what Mike wrote: “The FBI gets skittish when you ask what they do about domestic terrorist groups because they clearly realize that the line between domestic terrorist and political dissident can sometimes be a blurry one.” One thing that could’ve stretched out this Austin Wacko story out quite a bit longer is if the mainstream media had been bolder about connecting it to the larger anti-tax political phenomenon in this country today: the Tea Party. But most of us weren’t willing to go there. Why? Because we are perceived as being dismissive and condescending toward the movement — OK, we *are* dismissive and condescending toward the movement. In short, we tend to treat them like wackos and we are gun-shy about going the full Monty and suggesting they are this close to being *violent* wackos. The FBI is skittish about that blurry line, and so is the media. Better to leave it alone and move onto Tiger Woods. Hey, how about THAT guy, huh?

    We see the same thing with anti-abortion violence. Anti-choicers bomb and set fire to clinics, harass patients, and kill doctors as part of an organized movement, but most mainstream media outlets hesitate to qualify those actions as terrorism. Because, you know, those people are just frustrated and I suppose they sometimes act inapropriately in response. Plus they don’t have beards.

    To recap: Flying planes into buildings = mostly bad, but maybe a little bit ok if you hate taxes. Definitely all bad if you’re Muslim.

    And here I thought “Don’t fly planes into buildings, that is really bad” could be a place where we all found common ground, like Obama has been talking about.

    See, when white folks fly planes into buildings, it's justifiable protest.
  • February 21, 06:56 PM

    PajamaJeans Help You Pretend You're Wearing Jeans - The Consumerist

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    Fuck the haters, I would wear the shit out of these pants. I am thisclose to ordering a pair.
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