towerofsleep:

secretjunk:

tanacetum-vulgare:

Dude Chilling Park. 

This park is right beside my apartment and there is a key piece of public art there that needs to be shown for the full understanding of this rename:


OH MY GOD. Why has no previous iteration of this story mentioned that this park already has a statue of a dude chilling?? Anyway, sign the petition plz.

towerofsleep:

secretjunk:

tanacetum-vulgare:

Dude Chilling Park. 

This park is right beside my apartment and there is a key piece of public art there that needs to be shown for the full understanding of this rename:

OH MY GOD. Why has no previous iteration of this story mentioned that this park already has a statue of a dude chilling?? Anyway, sign the petition plz.

"‎I do not believe that just because you’re opposed to abortion, that that makes you pro-life. In fact, I think in many cases, your morality is deeply lacking if all you want is a child born but not a child fed, not a child educated, not a child housed. And why would I think that you don’t? Because you don’t want any tax money to go there. That’s not pro-life. That’s pro-birth. We need a much broader conversation on what the morality of pro-life is."

Sister Joan Chittister, Catholic Nun (via timehasflewn)

holy shit i love this quote

(via glitter-femin1sts)

I vote we stop using the term “pro-life” and change to “pro-birth”, and every time someone asks “What does that mean?”, you can explain this and the other racialized, classist, misogynist, body policing, rape culture reinforcing bullshit behind “pro-life” dogma.

(via lebanesepoppyseed)

Nuns, y’all. 

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NUNS!

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"The Arkansas Democrat-Gazette reported that Boozman said the inability to get pregnant from rape stemmed from “God’s little protective shield”—a report Boozman denied before saying that it was in fact an “adrenaline rush” that prevented conception from rape."

As Kate Sheppard explains, Rep. Todd Akin is completely wrong on rape and pregnancy—but not alone. (via motherjones)

No. Just, no.

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This made me laugh really hard right in the middle of my office. Anyone experiencing adrenaline during sex? Not gonna get pregnant. That’s why SEX MUST BE JOYLESS THE WAY GOD WANTED SO THAT CHILDREN CAN BE BORN.

(via pitau)

Blood boiling. I feel like Blanche Lincoln would not misrepresent our state, women, or OTHERSTUFFTHATMATTERS.

(via pitau)

"Like how high banjo trills make me go electric.
Like how charity. Like how gold.
Like I’d like to take you in & feed you a little
sweet milk. Like you’d mind, but I’m, like,
so tired of honesty like California fault lines.
Like how this is the big moment. The time of it.
And I’m ready now for the next time.
Like how cuteness rules the dating quadrants.
Like how sexy. Like when I say you look good
in white linen I mean sheets. Like I’d like to
rob your booty bank. Like how I’d take my
winnings to the grave."

Betsy Wheeler, Non-sonnet For Telling You Everything (via scout)

(Source: grammatolatry, via scout)

gardenofflowers:

{Poppies | By d o l f i}

gardenofflowers:

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gardenofflowers:

{Sunflowers | By d o l f i}

I’m reposting lots of flowers because that’s how I feel today.

gardenofflowers:

{Sunflowers | By d o l f i}

I’m reposting lots of flowers because that’s how I feel today.

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jacatastrophe:

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stfuconservatives:

twelvebats:

veganltw:

So why can’t I wear it? 

  • Headdresses promote stereotyping of Native cultures.
  • The image of a warbonnet and warpaint wearing Indian is one that has been created and perpetuated by Hollywood  and only bears minimal resemblance to traditional regalia of Plains tribes. It furthers the stereotype that Native peoples are one monolithic culture, when in fact there are 500+ distinct tribes with their own cultures. It also places Native people in the historic past, as something that cannot exist in modern society. We don’t walk around in ceremonial attire everyday, but we still exist and are still Native.
  • Headdresses, feathers, and warbonnets have deep spiritual significance.
    The wearing of feathers and warbonnets in Native communities is not a fashion choice. Eagle feathers are presented as symbols of honor and respect and have to be earned. Some communities give them to children when they become adults through special ceremonies, others present the feathers as a way of commemorating an act or event of deep significance. Warbonnets especially are reserved for respected figures of power. The other issue is that warbonnets are reserved for men in Native communities, and nearly all of these pictures show women sporting the headdresses. I can’t read it as an act of feminism or subverting the patriarchal society, it’s an act of utter disrespect for the origins of the practice. (see my post on sweatlodges for more on the misinterpretation of the role of women). This is just as bad as running around in a pope hat and a bikini, or a Sikh turban cause it’s “cute”.  
  • It’s just like wearing blackface.
    “Playing Indian” has a long history in the United States, all the way back to those original tea partiers in Boston, and in no way is it better than minstral shows or dressing up in blackface. You are pretending to be a race that you are not, and are drawing upon stereotypes to do so. Like my first point said, you’re collapsing distinct cultures, and in doing so, you’re asserting your power over them. Which leads me to the next issue.
  • There is a history of genocide and colonialism involved that continues today.
    By the sheer fact that you live in the United States you are benefiting from the history of genocide and continued colonialism of Native peoples. That land you’re standing on? Indian land. Taken illegally so your ancestor who came to the US could buy it and live off it, gaining valuable capital (both monetary and cultural) that passed down through the generations to you. Have I benefited as well, given I was raised in a white, suburban community? yes. absolutely. but by dismissing and minimizing the continued subordination and oppression of Natives in the US by donning your headdress, you are contributing to the culture of power that continues the cycle today.

But I don’t mean it in that way, I just think it’s cute!

  • Well hopefully I’ve illuminated that there’s more at play here than just a “cute” fashion choice. Sorry for taking away your ignorance defense. 

But I consider it honoring to Native Americans!

  • I think that this cartoon is a proper answer, but I’ll add that having a drunken girl wearing a headdress and a bikini dancing at an outdoor concert does not honor me. I remember reading somewhere that it was also “honoring the fine craftsmanship of Native Americans”. Those costume shop chicken feather headdresses aren’t honoring Native craftsmanship. And you will be very hard pressed to find a Native artist who is closely tied to their community making headdresses for sale. See the point about their sacredness and significance.

I’m just wearing it because it’s “ironic”!

  • I’m all for irony. Finger mustaches, PBR, kanye glasses, old timey facial hair, 80’s spandex—fine, funny, a bit over-played, but ironic, I guess. Appropriating someone’s culture and cavorting around town in your skinny jeans with a feathered headdress, moccasins, and turquoise jewelry in an attempt to be ‘counterculture’? Not ironic. If you’re okay with being a walking representative of 500+ years of colonialism and racism, or don’t mind perpetuating the stereotypes that we as Native people have been fighting against for just as long, by all means, go for it. But by embracing the current tribal trends you aren’t asserting yourself as an individual, you are situating yourself in a culture of power that continues to oppress Native peoples in the US. And really, if everyone is doing it, doesn’t that take away from the irony? am I missing the point on the irony? maybe. how is this even ironic? I’m starting to confuse myself. but it’s still not a defense.

Stop getting so defensive, it’s seriously just fashion!

  • Did you read anything I just wrote? It’s not “just” fashion. There is a lot more at play here. This is a matter of power and who has the right to represent my culture. (I also enjoy asking myself questions that elicit snarky answers.) 

What about the bigger issues in Indian Country? Poverty, suicide rates, lack of resources, disease, etc? Aren’t those more important that hipster headdresses?

  • Yes, absolutely. But, I’ll paraphrase Jess Yee in this post, and say these are very real issues and challenges in our communities, but when the only images of Natives that Americans see are incorrect, and place Natives in the historic past, it erases our current presence, and makes it impossible for the current issues to exist in the collective American consciousness. Our cultures and lives are something that only exist in movies or in the past, not today. So it’s a cycle, and in order to break that cycle, we need to question and interrogate the stereotypes and images that erase our current presence—while we simultaneously tackle the pressing issues in Indian Country. They’re closely linked, and at least this is a place to start.   

Well then, Miss Cultural Appropriation Police, what CAN I wear?

  • If you choose to wear something Native, buy it from a Native. There are federal laws that protect Native artists and craftspeople who make genuine jewelry, art, etc. (see info here about The Indian Arts and Crafts Act). Anything you buy should have a label that says “Indian made” or “Native made”. Talk to the artist. find out where they’re from. Be diligent. Don’t go out in a full “costume”. It’s ok to have on some beaded earrings or a turquoise ring, but don’t march down the street wearing a feather, with loaded on jewelry, and a ribbon shirt. Ask yourself: if you ran into a Native person, would you feel embarrassed or feel the need to justify yourself? As commenter Bree pointed out, it’s ok to own a shirt with kimono sleeves, but you wouldn’t go out wearing full kabuki makeup to a bar. Just take a minute to question your sartorial choices before you go out.       

…and an editorial comment:  I should also note that I have absolutely nothing against hipsters. In fact, some would argue I have hipster-leaning tendencies. In my former San Francisco life, had been known to have a drink or two in the clouds of smoke outside at Zeitgeist, and enjoyed shopping on Haight street. I enjoy drinking PBR out of the can when I go to the dive bars near my apartment where I throw darts and talk about sticking it to ‘The Man’. I own several fringed hipster scarves, more than one pair of ironic fake ray-ban wayfarers, and two plaid button downs. I’m also not trying to stereotype and say that all hipsters do/wear the above, just like not every hipster thinks it’s cool to wear a headdress. So, I don’t hate hipsters, I hate ignorance and cultural appropriation. There is a difference. Just thought I should clear that up.

WAY more notes please

A great explanation of why you should stop this hipster nonsense.

Read this.

There are parts I wholeheartedly agree with and parts that I don’t. I do agree that when trying to give a shout out to Native culture, it is ideal to buy from a Native because then you’re helping support that culture. I do not, however, think it is right for anyone to tell someone else that by wearing something, they are celebrating a culture of oppression. That is the exact attitude of people that bandy around terms like white privilege and state that by being white, you’re a racist, whether it is intentional or not. It is true that simply by occupying this land, we are enjoying the benefits of the destruction of many civilizations, and that totally blows. But wearing a headdress does not mean you don’t care, just like wearing a corset isn’t paying homage to a time when women didn’t have the rights they have today. Black face, whether you believe it or not, is a different ball game. I’ve never seen a scenario where someone was wearing black face to show respect or even just because they thought it was attractive. It is almost always meant to be funny. Funny in a very pointed way. And that is not why most people wear headdresses. Like kimonos, saris, hula skirts, and French maid outfits, what has cultural significance to one person might simply be an interesting, attractive fashion choice to another. And yes, it would be terrific if making that fashion choice inspired people to learn more about those cultures, but the bottom line is, making things offensive when no one means for them to be hurts everyone. It hurts to be told you are disrespecting a culture, especially if it happened because you thought something from that culture was beautiful and interesting and all you wanted to do was wear it.

I thought black face was a separate issue until I saw Phoenix Coyotes’ Raffi Torres (admittedly a terrible person) and his wife dress up as Jay-Z and Beyonce for Halloween.  Torres is a fan of Jay-Z, and he just wouldn’t be recognizable or convincing as Jiggaman without the dark skin.  It wasn’t played up like in minstrel shows, and wasn’t meant to be mocking.  I don’t even think it was meant to be funny, just awesome.  I want to be Jay-Z too!  Granted, it stirred a lot of controversy, but definitely more controversy from eager-to-be-offended white people than black bloggers.  

Final, less related note:  this is different.  I do not condone this.  Come on.  Think of the cats.

(Source: veganparty, via motherinferior)

"Context and time do sometimes matter. The Paul Simon who, on a bus en route to New York City told his sleeping girlfriend that he was empty and aching and he didn’t know why, that Simon belongs to our parents. My generation may love him but he’s not ours. The Simon who is soft in the middle (or at least feels an affinity for men who happen to be), however, the one who reminds young women of money, who has been divorced and has a kid to prove it, and who has the means to catch a cab uptown and take it all the way downtown talking dispassionately while doing so about the comings and goings of breakdowns, that Simon belongs to us as much as he does to our folks because he is our folks. Not our folks the way they were before we were born, but the way they were when we first knew them, as they were losing their edge and feeling maybe a little insecure about that loss; our folks as we knew them when we ourselves were entering that era of childhood which finally allowed for reflection and the retention of memory and for the level of awareness that clued us into the fact that a baby with a baboon heart was something to wonder at and to then distantly — vaguely — mourn when she died three weeks after her baboon heart first beat inside her body; this was our folks the way they were when they were trying to raise us right: to say please and thank you and to only send food back under dire circumstances; the way they were when we really saw them for the first time. At least, in retrospect. Now that we’re grown, that first introduction lingers. We also recognize not just our parents in the words of those songs, but ourselves and our own impending midlives that loiter like shortening shadows on the horizon."

In Which There’s A Girl In New York City Who Calls Herself The Human Trampoline by Nell Boeshcenstein, a beautiful appreciation of Paul Simon’s Graceland, on the 25th anniversary of its release. (via boringoldraphael)

Why on Earth did I tear up reading this?  It’s been a weird night, folks, but here’s some pretty words to read. 

(via boringoldraphael)

scout:

thenotes:

Craft Spells /// “Party Talk” /// Idle Labor

Sick cover-art nod to Power, Corruption & Lies, bro.

See also: Smith Westerns cover-art.

See also:  Miracle Fortress cover-art.
 

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I queued this, but then I was hit by a car. It’s cool, I changed the bits that are no longer relevant.

As you know, the 30 Day Challenge defeated me.  I’ve rallied up the courage to surface on Tumblr, and I guess this is actually my public announcement that I want to be taken seriously again.

The next couple weeks are going to be a throwback to ASMSA days, stress and workload-wise, and I’m rather looking forward to it.  I haven’t worked this hard toward a deadline since the summer, and I feel like I’ve been letting myself down a lot lately when it comes to accomplishing the tasks at hand in a timely manner.

So, I’m creating a partition between my former ways and my better self. with a bicycling trip to pet some sheep on Salt Spring Island.  On Friday, after two lab exams, a paper, and a presentation, I’ll be on my merry way. I’ll watch some hockey, make a smoothie, get my nails did, eat some Indian food, drink a lot of tea, and spend time with my roomies.

Also, you’ll probably be seeing more personal (yuck) posts from me, because there’s this boy who reads my tumblr and he blogs and I like him.