“Everything I’ve seen — every post spreading the gospel of small business support, every I-would-never comment on overnight queues, every joke about Zombies of Walmart and duels over the last flat screen TV — grew from the fetid soil of classism. Because Buy Nothing Day is great — if you can afford to pay full/er price on your holiday presents (or clothes or kitchen tools or household goods). Buying local is wonderful — if you can pay $13.95 for a small skein of wool instead of $1.95 for super bulk acrylic. But y’know, not everyone can. And I have no patience (but plenty of pointed words) for anyone who says that if you can’t afford handmade from Etsy then you don’t deserve anything under your tree, or that if you’re struggling to make rent or don’t have savings you’ve not the right to “extras” like Christmas presents or DVDs or cell phones with cameras. We all of us — unless you are reading this at a public access point on a mandatory fifteen minute break from your 100 hour a week unpaid job of serving the disadvantaged — make “selfish” decisions sometimes. We indulge. We allow ourselves luxuries — yes, sometimes when we don’t have the basics, because it helps us feel a little more human in a world that would deny us our humanity. This isn’t a trait of those poor people over there, it’s something we all of us do; it is only kyriarchy and classism that somehow makes it ok when it is our own indulgences (or those of persons of a similar class), yet calls it “imprudent” and a sign of “stupidity” when they do it. We cluck our tongues at those who fail to buy handmade, while clutching our Kindles and fretting about our retirement and ignoring our hypocrisy.”—THIS. this right here. i live in a tiny ass town where a box of cookies (i.e.) is almost $6 but the same box at wal-mart, or a similar store is $3. im sorry, but there is nothing wrong with buying wherever has lower prices. there is nothing wrong with indulging even when you cant afford to so that you feel just a little bit better about life. (via starsinthegutter)
My day seems pointless. I had a weird dream. I have no life.
I’m having this problem as well, minus the dream. Got back from class around 12:15, was planning on taking a quick half hour nap and then doing work the rest of the day, and I ended up not waking up until 3:45. Whoops.
This morning, we spent 3 hours talking about and looking at photos and videos of….
The Beatles Jimi Hendrix Janis Joplin Hair the musical Peter Max Zandra Rhodes Liza Minnelli Grace Jones David Bowie Cher Bob Mackie Malcolm McLaren Lou Reed Patti Smith Vivienne Westwood The Sex Pistols Debbie Harry Studio 54
because Ray Toro is the type of dude who let’s the weemos in his band straighten his hair so they can be amused, giggles about slaughtering cupcakes, get’s left behind at gas stations by his and still rocks the fuck out every night with said band mates.
But Ray Toro has nothing to do with any porn found on the bus, and would like you to stop writing about his band mates fucking (it’s okay to ignore that last part, just don’t give it to him)
“When you read the book, it’s like, ‘Edward Cullen was so beautiful I creamed myself.’ I mean, every line is like that. He’s the most ridiculous person who’s so amazing at everything. I think a lot of actors tried to play that aspect. I just couldn’t do that. And the more I read the script, the…
(a.k.a- a lot of random backstory and rambling about something that probably very few people will care about)
The other day I had a conference with my Fashion Art teacher about the theme for my new project. I chose the 60’s Mod and “Space Age” styles as my inspiration, and my color scheme looked a lot like this:
(happy pastels of pink, orange, purple, green, and blue, with some metallics, blacks, and whites mixed in as accents)
When I showed it to her, she rolled her eyes and told me that a little plain black never hurt anyone, and I should do something different for this project, lest I damage the eyes of whoever is viewing my portfolio. I tried to explain that I usually work in mostly black, but then she reminded me that of the 2 other projects I’ve done for her class, one has been in neon pink and green, and the other in bright primary colors. She picked out and “strongly suggested” purple, black, white, green and silver for my final fabric selections, saying it would be nice to have some variation in my work.
However, what she didn’t know was that I had a phase ranging from 7th grade to fairly recently where I ONLY worked in those colors (along with red and magenta). In fact, here’s something I submitted for my entry portfolio to the school:
And here’s a page from my final art portfolio for my AAS degree:
Throughout middle and high school, my wardrobe reflected this mindset pretty closely, with black being the almost sole color. However, that led to the rest of the kids in my class labeling me as goth, emo, antisocial, too weird to talk to, and whatever other relating names you could think of. I consider myself a fairly friendly person, and was getting really depressed that no one wanted to talk to me. I reached out for advice and my family, friends, and anonymous formspring creeps all told me the same thing- too much black is intimidating, if you want to seem friendlier, wear more colors.
It seemed silly that people would avoid me based on the color of my clothes, but I figured I’d give it a try, and adopted neon and graphic prints as the base of my new style.
It took this teacher’s advice to make me wonder if I’ve gone too far- perhaps my efforts not to alienate people have pushed me too far away from the black realm and too far into the HAPPYCOLOREXPLOSION realm, which is creating the same alienating effect, only perhaps moreso because there’s not a clear label that can be stuck on that sort of style.
I had noticed that I’ve been getting a lot of weird looks on the street since winter started, and it wasn’t until very recently that I realized that the glasses, bag, and coat I’ve been wearing all season are all different colors and sizes of cheetah print.
I used to wear only black and feel uncomfortable wearing colors, but now if I’m not wearing at least 3 colors and patterns in addition to black, I feel like my outfit is too plain. Now I’m not sure which direction to head in….
This is a good read. Not only does the author talk about how toys are marketed along gender roles, she also goes through a number of catalogs and tallies up what boys are pictured with, what girls are pictured with, predominant colors for each, and more, putting it all in charts that really illustrate how boy-girl specific the toy industry is.
As I looked through these catalogs, I saw zero boys nuturing dolls or pets, or playing with toys that encouraged fashion sense or manscaping. I saw zero girls constructing or destructing anything, moving vehicles, or holding weapons or sports equipment. Our kids, as young as preschool ages, were being sold extremely narrow definitions of gender roles.
I want you to see what I saw. So here’s what I did – I tallied the number of kids in each catalog (Target, Walmart, and Toys R Us), then the number of boys and number of girls, I counted how many were doing gender-specific things, and how many were doing unisex or non-traditional gender things. I looked at main color themes and main activity themes. Main themes and gender-normal toys be marketed to boys were: vehicles, fighting/sports/weapons, and construction. Main themes and gender-normal toys being sold to girls were: fashion/beauty, pet/baby care, and cooking. The proof of the pudding is in the eating….
A self-described “rule follower” went through an airport pornoscanner wearing a panty-liner (she was menstruating). Because the hygienic item obscured the screener’s view of her vulva, she was made to endure a humiliating fondling, “so invasive that I was left crying and dealing with memories that I thought had been dealt with years ago of prior sexual assaults.”