we used to play this on my skin when i was in elementary school
"Romantic love, as we understand it, is a colonial construct. It is an all-consuming, possessive, lifelong, monogamous endeavor that works to sustain capitalism and white supremacist heteropatriarchy via the nuclear family. We are told that this romantic love is essential, shaping it as a…
"Romantic love, as we understand it, is a colonial construct. It is an all-consuming, possessive, lifelong, monogamous endeavor that works to sustain capitalism and white supremacist heteropatriarchy via the nuclear family. We are told that this romantic love is essential, shaping it as a self-fulfilling prophecy. Were we to sustain ourselves on self-love, platonic love, and love of community, what could change? We could see the beauty of our interdependence, rather than individuals competing for higher wages and standards of living at the expense of each other. The formation of families, rather than communities, creates hierarchies of which people are worthy and deserving of our attention, protection and devotion. With a restructuring of romantic love as comparable to community/platonic/self-love, we begin to prioritize the care and livelihood of entire larger groups of people as equally important as our romantic partner/s."
whole thing is worth a read
A few more
bc it’s been a while
speaking of viet food.
I keep finding myself on Youtube watching Vietnamese food cooking videos, because I miss Vietnamese food and now I finally get why our parents watched all those old cheesey videos of random markets and restaurants in Viet Nam all the time.
my brother is a waiter at a pho shop and today in a response to a anti-fat-shaming feminist article i sent him he goes, “Cool! I give the check to the female at the table every time I bring out the bill”
my siblings are hilarious. i can just imagine men reaching for the bill and he just ignores them and hands it to the women like “nahhh”
it is entirely too early for me to be all up on this here tumblr dot com posting mad reckless like my relatives don’t lurk here
family is everywhere whyyyyy *slams cyber door* get outttt i wanna hang with my friendss
Last night just before 9pm, they sent us a warning over the phone that ‘We will bomb the hospital, so you need to evacuate. We insisted that we cannot leave the hospital. Our patients are, all of them, paralyzed, they’re unconscious. They’re unable to move, so we need to stay in this hospital…
But just few minutes after the call, shells start falling down on the hospital — the fourth floor, third floor, second floor. Smoke, fire, dust all over.
— Basman Alashi, executive director of Al-Wafa Hospital, the only rehabilitation hospital in Gaza and the West Bank. (via thepeoplesrecord)
Really capitalism turns us all into opponents
My three person apartment makes more in one year than my eight person family has ever made in one year. This fact simultaneously haunts and surprises me. I tried explaining it to my parents and felt ashamed. Like I was boasting. Class mobility is a tricky beast.
I’m trying to go through on Facebook and unfollow all my old friends and people I don’t care about anymore, and it’s really hard because it seems like every time I unfollow one person another rando from 7th grade science pops up.
Trying to separate out the wall of old high school people that make me feel self conscious even though they don’t matter bc they aren’t my life anymore!!!
Yesterday a friend and I went to a free, open to the public, exhibit opening at one of the libraries at the university (that she attends and I work for). We came straight from our jobs and had backpacks on, but were dressed in our work clothes. When we came in a woman stopped us at the door, “I’m sorry, but there is an event going on upstairs so you have to stay on the first floor.” I was really surprised and asked, “Do you mean the reception for the summer event? I thought it was open for us to go to….?” She realized I knew about the opening and quickly corrected, “Oh yes you can go ahead.” OF COURSE the crowd was all white older folks. My friend and I were both upset for a while after getting into the event. We came for the food/drinks and were definitely not the only ones there for the free food. We ended up meeting an older white guy who lingered with us at the food table for a good chunk of the time.
After half an hour, two glasses of wine, and a lot of frustrating scoffing that I realized the reason that this woman tried to block us from going upstairs was because she thought my friend and I were Asian tourists. Which is funny because EVEN IF WE WERE, IT’S A FREE PUBLIC EVENT. It doesn’t matter that we are both affiliated with the university. OR that we were wearing work clothes, OR that we knew about the event beforehand, OR that we are Asian. NONE OF IT MATTERS BECAUSE IT IS FREE and OPEN TO THE PUBLIC.
This gets me ranting on on this whole notion of “free” and “open to the public” as a catchall for making things accessible to people. Museums. exhibits, conferences, talks, movie screenings do this ALL THE TIME. “What do you mean we aren’t being inclusive? It’s FREE AND OPEN TO THE PUBLIC”
I think you misunderstood.
If you don’t create a space that is safe for POC, then it is not a “free and open to the public”. If you don’t use a space that is accessible by public transit then it is not “free and open to the public”. If you only advertise in English in an area that has a large percentage of non-English speaking people, then you are not “free and open to the public”. If your venue is not accessible by wheelchair, then you are not “free and open to the public”. If you only advertise in the New Yorker, and the New York Times; if you don’t have an adequate sound system; if you do not stop people when you see them taking racist/misogynist selfies; if you only advertise on University-affiliated email lists; if you ACTIVELY STOP PEOPLE AT THE DOOR AND TELL THEM THAT THEY CANNOT COME… IT IS NOT “FREE AND OPEN TO THE PUBLIC”.
because guess what,
the public isn’t all white.
the public isn’t all men
the public isn’t all straight
the public isn’t all English speaking
the public isn’t all middle class
and if that is the MAJORITY of people at your “free and open to the public” event, then you are doing something wrong.
My 11 year old sister after I told her I was gay: Ahhhh.
Me: What? Are you surprised?
Sister: No, I mean like statistically speaking I figured I’d have to know SOMEONE who was gay.
My cousin moved into a new apartment in New York City last week. It’s her first time living out on her own, and her parents spent the day helping her move in. The room she is renting is owned by a middle aged white woman and my cousin was texting me right after her parents left and told me that she overheard the landlady saying to that she was afraid that my cousin’s parents were going to crazy, strict, and clingy, and over all the time and then she said “their English is horrendous! I couldn’t fucking understand a word they said!” and proceeded to laugh about it with a guest who was over. My cousin was telling me, “Ugh I can’t even escape. I just am so uncomfortable with fake nice people.”