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Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as “problematic” in class and our professor was like, “That’s cool, but ‘problematic’ doesn’t really mean anything. It means that the thing you’re describing has a problem, and in and of itself that’s not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else it’s not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like you’re trying to say that this is bad, but you don’t want to say ‘bad.’ Is that right?”
So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”
Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.
Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I can’t help but think of this professor being like, “Good starting point, now let’s get specific.” I think when we have to commit to saying “that’s ___” it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever we’re claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes it’s art, and it should be full of problems, because that’s what art is.
They’re calling me every slur under the sun over on twitter for this post
Would you sell liquor to this baby
Yes
No
I don’t think life begins at contraception but I’d still sell liquor to baby
Wait hold on rb canceled that’s the wrong word wait no stop
there’s a used bookstore in rural western massachusetts (the montague book mill) whose motto is “books you don’t need in a place you can’t find” and i just feel like that summarizes tumblr too
posts you don’t need on a site you can’t search
for this pride month i (a bisexual woman) actually broke up with my boyfriend!
unfortunately i have to work a job tho it kind of cancels out :(
everyone knows,
god peaked making you
garmau for the spirit
may garmau protect us from this semester
lyric from tangled-matt maltese
rewatching diaries season 1 and i genuinely cannot believe how bad the switch up on garroth was. like it was SO CLEARLY supposed to be him -- i dont remember at all what happens with aaron's character but i cant imagine anything could justify how bad the shift is. the other og fans were right about me back in the day i was too blinded by mystreet to get the full depth of the lore!!
the lord, the head guard
originally painting inspo from frank dicksee, la belle dame sans merci
forgot to upload this but here is a piece made for the 10th anniversary so late post there haha
Dead wife but it's a flashback to an amazing sandwich you had 3 years ago
You've gotta have good biodiversity in your reasons for not killing yourself. Rotate them out like crops when the yield gets low and the soil poor. We're mixing our metaphors. Whatever helps it stick.
You like warm blankets. You like the sound of birdsong. You have a pet that needs taking care of. You have someone to outlive. You have a loved one. You think death would be boring. It's coming for you anyway. Death is patient. When was the last time you had cake? Your favourite musician is going on tour. Or maybe just a halfway decent band at your local bar. You've never seen an elephant. Isn't it amazing that the sky is blue? Aging is a gift not afforded to most. Don't let the bastard grind you down. You can't mend any suffering in the world with your death. You want to see if you can grow herbs on your windowsill. Killing yourself seems like so much effort. What does tiramisu taste like? You're trying to be curious. You're angry and spiteful. What you want more than to die is to rest. This sandwich is so good you don't want to die. Not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody, anybody who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. A stranger on the internet is holding their hand out and asking.
You haven't finished that book. It's almost strawberry season. There's a chrysalis on the porch that should open soon. There are pastries you've never tried. It's going to be sunny tomorrow. You're going to look very distinguished with gray hair. You have to outlive him. There aren't any easy ways to die. Your package is supposed to arrive on Friday. There are people who will love you that you haven't met yet.
Spring will come again. You'll find a cool jacket at the thrift store, in exactly your size and style. You'll discover new talents you didn't even know you had. You are worth the work of loving you. I hear someone downtown is skateboarding around with a very happy corgi in their backpack who's wearing little doggie wind-protection goggles. Maybe a little kid's hat will blow off in the wind next weekend, and you'll catch it halfway across the parking lot. You've still got stuff you want to draw. The universe would be so much smaller without you in it. Bubble wands are a cheap, low-effort way to delight the children at your local park. An author you like just announced a new book coming out next year. You've got songs to recommend to your friends, that they might really love - because the song is good, and because it's something they can share with you. There's a funky-looking bird hanging out in the tree down the street. No one else sees the world exactly the same way you do. The grocery store might bring out new ice-cream flavours in the summer. When was the last time you used a laminating machine? (It's surprisingly fun). When the universe seems distant and uncaring, you can choose to care in spite. (And so long as you are here, you are a part of the universe that DOES choose to care, and that matters).
Doomed yuri save me. Save me doomed yuri
Edit: YOU GUYS THIS IS CADENZA AND SASHA
sent this message to my coworker today and he sent me this screenshot with microsoft teams's suggested replies... incredible 10/10 no notes.
"all the things she said" edit but its lucinda and katelyn in the pdh era party scenario i just made up in my head where lucinda making eyes at katelyn while she feels up on some rando and travis spews nonsense in katelyn's ear. someone do that
ao3 asking if i want to see mature content. do i want to see birds in the sky. do i want to feel the wind in my hair and the grass under my feet