May
19
(via fuckyeahhardfemme)
confidence bucket
This hand you have observed,
Impassive and detached,
With joints adroitly curved,
And fingers neatly matched
...
It doubles to a fist.
Maybe we can finally get rid of that BBC stock image of ‘veils of Muslim world’.
(via shakethecobwebs)
May
17
![goodbodiesareallbodies:
[ photo is a person with multiple tattoos, wearing red shoes and a black and white polka dot corset. she is sitting in a wheelchair and has her hands on her hips, looking off to the side. ]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/23fdcca66e92707033f210bd888f0c52/tumblr_mjz8o6ozXi1rmi5hwo1_400.jpg)
[ photo is a person with multiple tattoos, wearing red shoes and a black and white polka dot corset. she is sitting in a wheelchair and has her hands on her hips, looking off to the side. ]
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May
16
After a While, by Veronica A. Shoffstall
After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn
That kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman
Not the grief of a child
And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way
Of falling down in mid flight
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers
And you learn
That you really can endure
That you are really strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
With every good bye you learn.
May
9
shout out to all of the custodians, cooks, garbage truck drivers, cafeteria workers, bus drivers, waiters, and every one else whose jobs and entire fucking existences get shit on by the same people who wouldn’t know what to do with their lives if they had to do anything for themselves
(via undeadsidhe-inthetardis)
Depression Part 2 by Hyperbole and a Half is the most important thing you’ll read all day.
Actually though. The part about trying to make socially appropriate faces… So good.
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If grandmothers around the world had a rallying cry, it would probably sound something like “You need to eat!”
Photographer Gabriele Galimberti’s grandmother said something similar to him before one of his many globetrotting work trips. To ensure he had at least one good meal, she prepared for him a dish of ravioli before he departed on one of his adventures.
“In that occasion I said to my grandma ‘You know, Grandma, there are many other grandmas around the world and most of them are really good cooks,” Galimberti wrote via email. “I’m going to meet them and ask them to cook for me so I can show you that you don’t have to be worried for me and the food that I will eat!’ This is the way my project was born!”
The project, “Delicatessen With Love”, took Galimberti to 58 countries where he photographed grandmothers with both the ingredients and finished signature dishes.
Galimberti said many of the subjects for the project were selected serendipitously, picked while he was working on a project about couch surfing that explored the global phenomenon of staying in other people’s houses. Since Galimberti never slept in hotels while working on the project, he was able to come into contact with people who introduced him to grandmothers in the area.
Galimberti acted as photographer and stylist during each shoot with the grandmothers, taking a portrait of both the women and the food they made for him.
From top to bottom:
Inara Runtule, 68, Kekava, Latvia. Silke (herring with potatoes and cottage cheese).
Grace Estibero, 82, Mumbai, India. Chicken vindaloo.Susann Soresen, 81, Homer, Alaska. Moose steak.
Serette Charles, 63, Saint-Jean du Sud, Haiti. Lambi in creole sauce.
The photographer’s grandmother Marisa Batini, 80, Castiglion Fiorentino, Italy. Swiss chard and ricotta Ravioli with meat sauce.
Normita Sambu Arap, 65, Oltepessi (Masaai Mara), Kenya. Mboga and orgali (white corn polenta with vegetables and goat).
Julia Enaigua, 71, La Paz, Bolivia. Queso Humacha (vegetables and fresh cheese soup).
Fifi Makhmer, 62, Cairo, Egypt. Kuoshry (pasta, rice and legumes pie).
Isolina Perez De Vargas, 83, Mendoza, Argentina. Asado criollo (mixed meats barbecue).
Bisrat Melake, 60, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Enjera with curry and vegetables.
(via chaseross)
Philadelphia: High school students walk out of class and march to City Hall to protest severe budget cuts and planned school closings, May 9, 2013.
The budget cuts are absolutely horrific. Here are some of the proposed changes:
- Schools with more than 1,000 students would no longer be required to have librarians or librarian assistants.
- Schools would no longer be required to have counselors, and counselors’ caseloads would no longer be capped.
- Teachers could be assigned to unlimited classes outside their subject area, and high school teachers could be assigned an extra class without pay. There would be no limit on amount of consecutive time taught in a school day.
- There would be no limit on class size
- The district would no longer be required to provide copy machines, or “a sufficient number of instructional materials and textbooks.”
- Counselors would no longer be guaranteed to have rooms with privacy and confidentiality, a telephone, a locked filing cabinet and a door.
There’s more here.
Again, every time I see stuff about this, I’m like “We shouldn’t be calling him ‘Mayor Nutter’ come on guys we’re better than that” and then I realize, again, that it’s his real name. Um, but for real. These budget cuts are downright cruel.
(via undeadsidhe-inthetardis)
May
8
#i don’t know what i did?#if youre mad about something i said it would be a lot better to say here is why i disagree#instead of calling me shitty#cuz that doesnt make me very thrilled to listen to you#no but actually nobody has bothered to tell me why they disagree#you just keep shouting at me that i’m shitty and racist and bigoted and ignorant#i have no idea why you disagree because you havent actually said why?#ugh
Okay, lesbianathogwarts, I care about our community and want to make it as safe a place as possible, and I therefore think that it’s really important for fellow white MoHos to call each other out and point out when we’re messing up. I *really* want to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you would also like to work towards creating a Mount Holyoke that is more inclusive, so I’m going to try to lay this out as clearly as I can.
First of all, yes, you are racist. You are ignorant and you are bigoted. So am I. Anyone who has been socialized in the U.S. (and arguably most other places in the world too) has internalized the pervasive systemic, cultural racism that surrounds us all the time. Because we (speaking as a white person) are all racist, no matter how much we would like to work towards a more just, equitable world, we will all, inevitably, mess up and say something racist. If we’re lucky, there will be someone who hears (or reads, as the case may be) our racist comment who has the energy and the patience and the concern to let us know so that we don’t make the same mistake again and we can gradually become better at checking ourselves and our own prejudices before we speak. However, no one owes that to you and it is ultimately no one’s job but your own to figure out how to check your own racism and internalized privilege.
You, lesbianathogwarts, are lucky enough to have a number of people that care enough about our community to let you know that you’re slipping up and you need to rethink what you said. The question, therefore, isn’t so much whether or not we are each individually racist, or ignorant, or bigoted, because having been socialized in this society we necessarily are. The question is how we respond to being called out when we make racist comments. One thing that has been challenging for me and that I am trying to learn how to do better is genuinely apologizing when someone points out I’ve done something offensive. A lot of people have written about this and FabianRomero has a post about letting go of defensiveness in anti-oppression conversations.
A number of people have laid out, clearly and more articulately than I could, exactly *why* what you said is problematic, so there is no point in me rewriting what they have already said. Because, even after people tried to explain this, you remained defensive, yes, people lost their patience. As thegreatbibliophile and femmeney and corrupter-of-words (and maybe others that i’ve missed) have all pointed out, the issue is about systematic, institutionalized, long-lasting, historic and current patterns of racist oppression of people of color; it is not about individualized (justifiable) mistrust of white people.
If you care about *why* people think you’re being racist, which you seem to think you do, listen when they have the generosity to tell you. They shouldn’t have to explain it more than once.
Minnie Melange performing a “reverse” version of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs at Alternative Miss Ireland 2012
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