- when people put the toilet paper roll on the wrong way.
Shit goes like this:
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NOT like this:
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Shit goes like this:
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NOT like this:
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Judith Butler “Doing Justice to Someone: Sex Reassignment and Allegories of Transsexuality” from Undoing Gender, New York: Routledge, 2004
(Submitted by onanotherteam)
Here are two entries in my feelings notebook circa 8th/9th grade.
TAG
“Tag” is a complex game involving many complexities. Someone must first be “it.” Once that is decided, this temporary pariah tries to tag someone else using stealth, speed, resourcefulness and predatory instincts to transfer his or her “itness” to the other person. You can only tag someone with your hand. So if someone who is “it” tags you (with his or her hand), then you become “it” and they are no longer “it.” They are free of “it” and can return to normalcy. You cannot immediately transfer your “itness” back to the person who was just “it” because there are no tagbacks in tag. The only way to lose is if you are one of the last two people on earth and are tagged by the other person (remember, there are no tagbacks). However, it is conceivable to procreate with this person and tag the offspring.
The Nihilist Manifesto
Freedom. There is no freedom when there is dependence on materialistic entities. Thoughts of reliance only pin us down and hold us to a title or standard. Do not burden yourself with set standards or requirements. To be set free, there should be concern for no person and no thing. To be held to an idea is to give yourself a tether and pin yourself to one place and limit your circumference. If there is one thing that you have control over, it is what you hold important to you or what you choose to let go. You may not have control over your experiences, but you do have control over your mind, thoughts and beliefs. By choosing to associate yourself with a set of beliefs, you limit yourself and your potential. But by letting go, you set yourself free from a world of expectations. To believe in nothing is to love everything.
I see this cutesy thing (no doubt with good intentions) claiming that “today we are all Libyan”.
Not only we are not all Libyan but we all hold a degree of responsibility in the oppression of Libyan people. If you live anywhere in the Western world (as I do), you have…
Yes.
Thank you for this.
This is especially important to articulate in the face of comments like “reblogging stories about Libya makes me realize how lucky I am (to be American) /that even if I think my life is bad, someone else’s is worse.” Less sympathy grounded in racist colonialist and culturally imperialist attitudes and more analysis with understanding of how oppression and privilege actually function in today’s transnational neoliberal economies, please.
posted so I can find this article when I need it
Also for those of you who followed my honors thesis at all last year on the museum of immigration in France (covers 2 centuries of immigration in France, basically starting at the creation of nation states and citizenship, and therefore the invention of national borders across which people started to be regulated), I mentioned in my defense that one of the models for the French museum was the museum at Ellis Island, which was pretty limited in scope and function, but this here proposed museum in Washington DC (a National Museum of the American People) would cover 20 centuries of migrations in America, which has interesting implications for the way national history/identity/legacy could be articulated. So that’s a cool thing. Potentially. Also here’s the link to the group proposing this: http://www.nmap2015.com/index.html
Walking out my front door at 1:38 to see school bus number 138.
This is interesting and important but not without its problems. I take issue with several claims/implied ideas at various points in this post, but these points don’t tend to be central to the argument she’s making here. Things that I think about:
So I guess all my thoughts are questions. Hello brain. Maybe I should not do this when I have class in an hour and I haven’t looked at the reading yet.
I was wondering when the construction outside my bedroom window was going to start. I guess the answer is 7 am. Drowning out the birdsong, making me awake, maybe I should start trying to sleep in different places.
yrs truly