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@arielsara
my brother and sister in law refuse to tell us the gender of their upcoming baby because they want us to “think critically about why the gender of the baby would influence your choices” im dying i love them
they also asked us to call the baby “sprout” because her parents were having a hard time emotionally bonding with sprout without knowing sprout’s gender
I love these people.
Why you should watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine
- Of the seven main characters, only two are white men
- Of these two men, one has dozens of hobbies which includes local food critic, sewing, yoga, and other traditionally non-masculine interests
- The other seems to be a stereotypical overconfident jerk, however most of his arcs revolve around messing up and having to acknowledge and genuinely apologize for his screwups
- One of the main characters is a middle aged gay man who isn’t a TV stereotype, who is married and lovingly committed, bringing up his husband in casual conversation throughout the show without it being the only important thing about his personality
- Every female character has a distinct personality, goals and fears and aspirations, and all have multiple episodes focusing solely on exploring their characters and development
- GINA MOTHERFUCKING LINETTI
- Terry Crews as a big buff doting father
- Humor that never relies on offensive jokes or stereotypes, that is genuinely funny with great comedic timing
- Multiple accounts of close friendships between men and women without any implications that there will be more
- The few relationships that do exist between the main cast are developed naturally over time
Thank you for reading, go forth and enjoy this fantastic show!
Also, This scene exists
also one of the white men is jewish
the stereotypical overconfident jerk is jewish
i can’t emphasize this enough
^^^^^^ played by a proud Jewish actor too, which is even better than merely having non-stereotypical representation of your group
Literally the best show I’ve watched in years.
Also, GINA MOTHERFUCKING LINETTI is a gift unto this universe
Oopsie Doodle. Terry Crews as Terry Crews. All the unapologetic, casual-yet-pointed feminism.
So good.
And when the first season featured a hoped for romance on the part of one of those main white dudes, and it was not reciprocated, the dude accepted boundaries, moved on, and everyone is cool.
Remember that time when Pence made a last minute decision to not sign an application for a grant that would have made preschool in Indiana more accessible and help fix our crumbling infrastructure?
Remember that stern letter that a bunch of big businesses in Indiana wrote to Pence because he signed a law that was discouraging business from both within and without the state of Indiana?
Oh, and that time that Pence caused an HIV outbreak in rural Indiana because the only clinic that did HIV testing was a Planned Parenthood and his fixation on defunding reproductive rights caused it to close- even though that particular clinic didn’t even offer abortion services?
And then there’s the “Pence Must Go” signs all over central Indiana…
And who could forget the time that he planned on using taxpayer dollars to fund a news outlet because he couldn’t control the negative image surrounding him from the press.
What about the time that the FEC had to rewrite laws to prevent challenging candidates from using campaign funds for personal use because Mike Pence used 30% of his campaign funds on mortgage payments and golf tournaments?
And who else remembers when they were giving states a chance to individually tailor their Clean Energy laws to fit the needs of the state and Pence just said ‘no’ and didn’t offer any alternative?
Hey, what about that time that Pence stated that condoms were ‘too modern’ of a solution to HIV and STI prevention and that abstinence was the best choice?
Remember also that 49% of pregnancies in Indiana are unintended, and that out of 1000 teenagers, an average of 49 will become pregnant before they age of 19. And that STI cases have reached record rates for the state of Indiana.
Oh! Remember when Pence went against the advice of legal professionals and signed a good number of laws that mean that you are classified as a drug dealer (whether proven or not) if you are found with a certain quantity of drugs in your possession, and increased the minimum sentence to ten years- even when it was argued by many legal sources that the best way to combat drug use is rehabilitation and not incarceration?
How about the time that he campaigned heavily against raising the minimum wage to match neighboring states, even though an overwhelming majority of Hoosiers polled said that they support a $9/hr wage and approximately 93000 residents of the state bring home less than $300 a week?
Or that time he stripped the office of state superintended of all its meaningful power because he didn’t like who won. (More.)
That person being Glenda Ritz, who by the way, received more votes than Pence.
Of course, I thought that it needed no mention, but who could ever forget the national embarrassment that was the RFRA laws, which allowed business-owners to refuse service to people if they felt ‘religiously burdened,’ which essentially boiled down to discriminating people who are part of the LGBTQ community.
And you know I’d love to rant about Mike Pence all day long, but for those of you who want a more comprehensive list of how incompetent he’s been as our governor, this one sums it up pretty nicely and has sources!
Oh, but don’t take my word for it: here’s another masterpost of all this and more.
And just in case you thought he was done being awful- how about the time that Pence and Trump made a visit to Louisiana despite the fact that politicians were asked NOT to visit the flooded areas for essentially photo ops because its a further strain on resources? Meanwhile, South Bend IN is currently experiencing a flood where a visit would not be a negative impact the resources, but a photo op in Baton Rouge is more important somehow.
Also seemingly less important than an unwelcome photo op is the soil in East Chicago, IN- which has a lead content 30 times what is considered unsafe levels for children to be in contact with. This comes from a man whose initial decision not to run for President was based on his ‘need to focus on his home state.’
Of course, everyone remembers how the RFRA, a law that was written in the spirit of LGBTQ discrimination, was strongly protested but signed anyway. No one could have possibly guessed that people would try to use it to justify child abuse- except for literally every person who protested.
But to put a little more levity in this post, Purvi Patel’s sentence of feticide has been reduced to ‘child neglect’ and she’s out of jail. So that’s good news!
Of course, injustices like these haven’t stopped radical anti-choice laws from being signed in during the entire run of the controversy.
Ian asked: Fox News in Chinatown. It’s somehow even worse than you’d imagine. What you have to realize, people, is that this is the absolutely pinnacle of racist comedy. This is as good as it gets.
Trying to leave the house with a toddler like
The Best Air-Purifying Houseplants According To NASA
Reuploading this since it tured out Tumblr doesn’t like long pictures.
Maggie Smith, “Good Bones”
Smith’s books here.
US Politics Post
you know how i bug you to register to vote and then vote and it’s really super-annoying? well the republican party platform is rolling out and it includes a 100% ban on abortions and revocation of same-sex marriage and no background check for guns and oh yes also conversion therapy for LGBTQ+ people so yeah me bugging you is not going to change sorry not sorry please register to vote and then vote?
New York Times article
Esquire article
They’re also trying to bar women from combat positions (again), ban pornography, stop cohabitation of unmarried couples, and give federal parks back to the states because that obviously won’t result in 80% of them being completely destroyed for profit.
Oh, and then there’s this (from the Times article):
The platform demands that lawmakers use religion as a guide when legislating, stipulating “that man-made law must be consistent with God-given, natural rights.”
It also encourages the teaching of the Bible in public schools because, the amendment said, a good understanding of its contents is “indispensable for the development of an educated citizenry.”
Bear in mind, this isn’t Trump’s platform. It’s the WHOLE FUCKING PARTY. So remember: It still is not enough to vote for President and wash your hands of everything else. Know what’s going to be on your ballot, and vote in EVERY race. Get these fuckers out of office before they make their shitty platform federal law.
https://vote.usa.gov/ https://vote.usa.gov/ https://vote.usa.gov/
I’m all for replacing our corrupt system, but in the meantime, please vote.
Unless your revolution is going to come before November, this election will have immediate material consequences for LGBT+ people, people of colour, women, Muslims, Jewish people, people capable of pregnancy, the poor and the disabled.
Every marginalized group risks more under Republican rule, and by and large, we cannot leave. Not just that, but as bad as Democrats can be, Republicans are even more pro-war and pro-torture, and the choices of US leadership have a massive global effect.
Please, practice harm reduction. Ideological purity doesn’t mean shit compared to the immediate harm you can prevent with the simple act of voting.
This hurt my heart a lil
this is one of the purest things I’ve read all week
i need me a love like this
I just sent this to my husband with the message, “future us.” He responded, “legit foreshadowing.”
When men’s toxic behaviour transcends language.
In Spanish it’s machoplantear which is a combination of macho “male” and plantear(se) “to lay out (an idea) / to consider”
We could have had hombrexplicar [hombre “man” + explicar “to explain”] and I’m not sure why we didn’t? Some peopple disagree over which is better.
The noun form is el machoplanteamiento “mansplaining”
My guess is“hombrexplicar” doesn’t capture the critique of “machismo” in quite as pointed a way; that is, “machoplantear” points directly at the problem/the term already generally used to discuss problems of masculinity.
Anyway, I’m delighted by all of this.
You make a very good point
in hebrew it’s הסגברה / hasgvara - basically a mashup of hasbara (explaining, but also carries the implication of ‘propaganda’) and gever = man
this is the best thing I have seen all week :D
This needs more languages.
Couldn’t help it. One more text from Hillary.
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Purple Tuesday
I was home watching TV and cutting up a steak when I got the call at 8PM. A friend of mine worked at a famous hotel in LA and one of the guests made a last minute request for a DJ to play the hotel bar. Someone that could get there and start playing in an hour. The bar frequently had live bands play, but never a DJ. So with little to no time, my wise and generous friend thought to throw a gig my way.
“Yeah, I can get there in an hour. Am I getting paid?”
“Yes, you’ll get paid.”
“What kind of party is it? What am I playing?”
“Someone’s renting out the bar for a private party. And that someone is… The Artist… formerly… known… as… Prince.”
That sentence was not real to me. Still not real. I had no time to really think or say anything but, “What? You serious? Yes. Be there as soon as I can.” Got off the phone and my stomach turned. Only a handful of people in the world have imprinted their music that much in my brain. And couldn’t he just call up any of the best DJ’s in LA to come play for him? Why’s he gonna trust someone who is by all means an unknown? I’d been DJing parties and bars for years but going from that to Prince is an Olympic leap.
The next half hour felt like a panic attack. I made a list of songs to play for Prince and his private Prince party. Ok, no Prince songs. He doesn’t want to hear himself. No MJ. I don’t want to insult him or anything. Didn’t they have beef in the 80’s? No hip hop. Can’t picture him rocking out to Kendrick. I thought of who he was influenced by and dragged some James Brown and Stevie songs into the playlist. Isley Brothers, Curtis. Great. 8:20PM. I still have to get ready even though I could spend the next month picking songs. I quickly close my laptop and get dressed. Pack up my turntables, mixer, cables and run them all to the car as I’m sweating through this black suit.
I get to the hotel with about five minutes to set up. The bar is completely empty aside from a couple of servers and my friend who made the call. And the room is almost lit exclusively by candlelight. I’m told to set up my turntables on the grand piano, which is also covered with candles, making me feel like hip hop Liberace. A waitress tells me there’s like an 80% chance Prince doesn’t show up. He just likes to rent out the bar in case he and his friends wander through the hotel and feel like stopping in. “But you should start playing music anyway in case he comes in. Who knows.” So I start playing songs to the very empty bar. The anticipation is a killer. My friend gives me a much needed glass of whiskey before taking off.
A giant spread of appetizers is covering the bar and getting sweaty. Spring rolls, cheese, orange juice. An hour goes by. Then another hour. A no-show. I’m kind of bummed out but also very relieved. I don’t know how I’m going to react if he walks in that door. So I’m just playing the set of my life to nobody. It’s like I’m getting paid to practice and listen to whatever I want on the bar’s sound system.
At 12AM the door opens and some guy walks over to me and without a greeting he says,
“Hey man. He’ll be here in 15 minutes. What are you gonna play when he walks in?”
“Oh I got some stuff lined up. Some older Stevie Wonder, the JB’s.”
“Yeah. Yeah, he likes that. Anything like that, Earth Wind & Fire, Chic.”
“Yeah I got Chic! I’ll play that.”
“And he wants to hear Janelle Monáe when he walks in. You got that?”
“Yup. Yup. Janelle Monáe.”
“Cool, he’ll be here in 15 minutes.”
I didn’t have any Janelle Monáe. I ran out to the concierge desk in the lobby to get the wifi password, ran back and started downloading a bunch of Janelle Monáe off of iTunes. Right on time as I cue up the track, the door opens and I catch a quick glimpse. Full on afro, turtleneck and a gold chain. I want to say he had a cane, but I was trying not to look directly at him. I didn’t want to throw him off or maybe infuriate him by making eye contact. Prince was in the room. I was just musical wallpaper. He and a friend sat down at a couch about fifteen feet away from me.
The grand entrance song blended straight into James Brown’s Talking Loud and Saying Nothing. I played Ike & Tina Turner, Charles Wright, Omar’s The Man, and Gust of Wind by Pharrell. My head was pretty much glued to the turntables, sticking to my no look philosophy, but I could hear bits of conversation. Hearing that Prince voice in person was something strange. It just belongs on record or on microphone. I start dishing out some other favorite tracks of mine, Think Twice by Jay Dee and Alicia Myers I Want to Thank You. There’s zero reaction to the songs I play. I’m still worried I’m not playing what he wants to hear. Is he gonna throw a spring roll at me?
A little later that guy from earlier comes back into the bar and walks straight over to me.
“Hey man. Just want to let you know, they love your music.”
“Oh really? Thanks. Do they want to hear anything in particular?”
“Nope. Just keep playing what your playing.”
Oh it’s on now. I can finally breathe and I’m getting props from the man himself, or from the middleman himself. And then it hits me. There’s only two people in there. Prince and a girl. I’m not there to DJ a private party. I’m there to DJ a date. Prince is on a date and I’m the entertainment.
I saved my set list from that night and I don’t remember playing half the songs on it. All I know is I was in deep concentration, mixing out of my mind. Messenger man came in one more time and said Prince might try to play the piano. When it was time, he would pop his head in the door and give me the cue to stop DJing. I had never seen Prince perform, so a private piano ballad to his woman and myself sounded alright. I stayed looking at that door for a while until Prince’s date walked over to me.
“Hey, so what’s the name of this song? He likes it and wants to know.”
“It’s a Smith’s cover. This Charming Man by Stars.”
She sat back down and relayed the info, to which he nodded his head. Now I’m stumping Prince with cool music. I play another track. She comes over to me again and asks, “What’s this one? He wants this on repeat.” Blacker 4 The Good Times by Ballistic Brothers. So I play that song a couple more times in a row. It’s now 4AM and I’m just a little delirious from being on my feet DJing for 7 hours. And I’m running out of music. My song selections are all over the map at this point. Esperanza Spalding, ESG, Broken Bells.
At around 4:30 Prince gets up off the couch and walks floats right over to me. He looks me in the eye, starts shaking my hand and says in a deep Prince voice,
“Thank you. That was very enjoyable.”
“Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.”
In my mind it was that smooth but there’s no doubt I was speaking gibberish.
And just like that he left the room with his date. He didn’t put any moves on her in the bar, but I like to think I helped him out by setting the mood for whatever happened next. I stopped the music and the lights went on.
And that was the best night of DJing I ever had or ever will have.
Playlist from that night.
Janelle Monáe - Q.U.E.E.N. ft Erykah Badu James Brown - Talking Loud and Saying Nothing Billy Gardener - I Got Some J.B.’s - Givin’ Up Food For Funk Ike & Tina Turner - Bold Soul Sister Charles Wright - Express Yourself Johnny Hammond - Tell Me What to Do (Whiskey Barons Rework) Pharrell Williams - Gust of Wind Omar - The Man Steve Arrington - Weak at the Knees Belle Epoque - Miss Broadway Chic - I Want Your Love (Todd Terje Edit) Ethel Beatty - I Know You Care (U-Tern Edit) Curtis Mayfield - Give Me Your Love Mayer Hawthorne - Just Ain’t Gonna Work Out Jay Dee - It’s a Man’s World Jay Dee - Think Twice Alicia Myers - I Want to Thank You Positive Force - We Got the Funk (Larry Levan Re-Edit) Rene and Angela - I Love You More Stevie Wonder - That Girl The Isley Brothers - Tell Me When You Need It Again N*E*R*D - Run to the Sun Beyonce - Blow Hall & Oates - I Can’t Go For That St. Germain - Sure Thing ft John Lee Hooker Tom Tom Club - Genius of Love Bernard Wright - Who Do You Love Tina Turner - What’s Love Got to Do With It George Benson - Give Me the Night Junior - Mama Used to Say Stevie Wonder - Do I Do Fela Kuti - Opposite People Claudja Barry - I Wanna Dance Janelle Monáe - Dance Apocalyptic Joe Coleman - Get It Off the Ground Flight Facilities - Crave You Nu Shooz - I Can’t Wait Stars - This Charming Man Aretha Franklin - Rock Steady Edwin Birdsong - Rapper Dapper Snapper Ballistic Brothers - Blacker 4 The Good Times Ballistic Brothers - Blacker 4 The Good Times Ballistic Brothers - Blacker 4 The Good Times Esperanza Spalding - I Can’t Help It ESG - My Love For You Jimmy Bo Horne - Is It In Floating Points - Love Me Like This Broken Bells - After The Disco Tornado Wallace - Don’t Hold Back The Mohawks - Champ
Pulling out an earbud when someone enters the room is the 21st century’s ultimate sign of respect.
#it’s the modern equivalent of taking off your hat
This is why I never walk down the halls of my office with my earbuds in.
Black folks they didn’t teach us about in school, day 5
In the last year or so I’ve learned an awful lot about just how much I never learned. My plan is to write up a short piece each day this month on an important or influential black figure from history beyond the whitewashed MLK/Rosa/Malcolm/G.W. Carver bits that we always got in school, because I think it’s important for white kids to know about things beyond themselves and it’s important for black kids to know things about themselves.
Ronald McNair
Plenty of little kids have astronauts as heroes. Neil Armstrong, John Glenn, and Sally Ride come to mind. My older brother, who is a huge nerd, once tried to fistfight me in a bar because he thought I had insulted Buzz Aldrin. Space is such a mystifying thing that it’s hard not to be enthralled by tales of the men and women who breach our atmosphere and explore it.
One name I had never heard until recently was that of Ronald McNair. McNair was one of the astronauts on the doomed Challenger launch 30 years ago, so when his name is mentioned, it’s usually in that context: as a tragic figure. But man, was he so much more than that.
McNair was the second African-American to go into space. On his first trip, he played his saxophone on board, making him quite possibly the coolest person to ever board a space shuttle.
NPR’s profile of McNair from the 25th anniversary of his death goes into great detail about his refusal to let the odds dictate what he would and would not try. Perhaps no story about McNair says it better than this:
“When he was 9 years old, Ron, without my parents or myself knowing his whereabouts, decided to take a mile walk from our home down to the library,” Carl tells his friend Vernon Skipper.
The library was public, Carl says — “but not so public for black folks, when you’re talking about 1959.”
“So, as he was walking in there, all these folks were staring at him — because they were white folk only — and they were looking at him and saying, you know, ‘Who is this Negro?’
“So, he politely positioned himself in line to check out his books.
“Well, this old librarian, she says, ‘This library is not for coloreds.’ He said, ‘Well, I would like to check out these books.’
“She says, ‘Young man, if you don’t leave this library right now, I’m gonna call the police.’
“So he just propped himself up on the counter, and sat there, and said, ‘I’ll wait.’ ”
There’s now a children’s book about that incident, by the way.
McNair graduated from North Carolina A&T and went on to MIT, where he earned his Ph.D. in physics. He applied and was accepted into the astronaut program. He had planned to teach physics at the University of South Carolina, one of the schools that had turned him down for undergrad because of his race, when he returned from the Challenger mission.
That dream was never realized, but in its place, his family established the McNair Scholars Program, which has helped more than 60,000 disadvantaged students attend college since that tragic day. A ridiculously brave man with a ridiculously strong legacy.
Filed under Black History Month.
Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
Anna Quindlen, Every Last One (via turnedskyward)
(via Animated Double Exposure of Animals – Fubiz Media)
The Glamour Women of the Year Awards honored many incredible women — but Reese Witherspoon stole the show with this speech about. She not only hit on issues of representation and ambition, but detailed the grave mistake Hollywood is making when it comes to women on screen.
That last gif is so Elle Woods
I love this message.
