If I could be a pretty girl for a day I'd spend it calling jerks Babymen. This is why I never find a genii.
J.C. Drake

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If I could be a pretty girl for a day I'd spend it calling jerks Babymen. This is why I never find a genii.
J.C. Drake
i am still your tender son as ever. your tender daughter as ever. your tender loserchild as ever
Blown away by @mike_doughty_ ‘s Baby Men at @bar_dkdc last night. They got weird. It’s what they do. Do yourself a favor and catch this when you can. #memphis #music #improv #memphismusic #babymen
That Time I Became DTF
I’ve spent the last few days watching Clem Ford endure an almighty shit-show of poorly spelled hate speech, presented by the outraged Internet at large.
It didn’t take long for the words ‘slut’, ‘cunt’ and ‘rape’ to lose all meaning for me. But the ferocity of their use? The rage with which they were wielded? The violence of the mob? That was very meaningful. It seemed particularly brutal and I worried for Clem.
She didn’t even flinch. Evidently, you can’t bully someone like Clem into silence. All you can do with your fury is highlight how powerful a person becomes when they don’t need your permission or require your approval.
When I was able to drag my eyes away from the wall of illiterate bitch slurs, I realised there were all these onlookers; men and women acting as witness to Clem staring down a public beating without shrinking from it.
How potent an image that is.
I mean, the true genius of patriarchy is that it relies on a passive management of the genders. It’s the threat of violence, the threat of abuse, the threat of debasement that does most of the work. In large part, the threat of something is more effective at forcing inhibition than the experience of that thing. We self-regulate because an anonymous power may or may not be surveying us, and may or may not act against us. Social sanction, rejection, humiliation and exile are commanding tools, and they’re brought to bear on women constantly.
But the secret is they’re largely impotent, and where they’re not, you can’t assuage them with good behaviour. And it’s a truth we can demonstrate quite easily. Clem does it all the time.
So it is hugely important for people to see these looming consequences in action – to see a frothing mob do their worst, spit this bile, make these threats – and to see Clem carry on as if nothing has ever been lorded over her. For women, for men… It underscores for all of us how impotent these deterrents really are.
It’s unfair that we’ve left it up to a handful of commentators to be our tributes. But Lindy West, Rebecca Shaw, Clem Ford… We see women like this face barrage after barrage of bullshit every fucking day. We see them summon what's usually insidious and unacknowledged and passive and shadowy and square up to it, every fucking day. And no matter the fallout, we see them come back, and mount another offensive, every fucking day.
I’ve always been outraged on their behalf. It’s not acceptable that this happens. It never will be. But it will contribute to change. Because when the barrage comes, it brings with it a very dangerous illumination. It highlights for everyone how scared these faceless hordes of men are. How easily threatened. How weak. And this is a damning truth, this is what needs to sink in for people: that such a MAJOR cross-section of our species can be so disarmed, can feel so disempowered, by the existence of one, or two, or three women acting on their own authority.
What if five of us do it? Or 100? What if a full 10% of us realise what’s going on and call your bluff? Because that’s where this is going.
Honestly, I don’t know what I can do for feminism, but I’m suddenly very Down To Feminist. I’m suddenly very keen to ignite the simpering ire of men who fear women like me. Women who have always been too angry, too smart, too sure of themselves. Women who have never been acceptable. Women who are immune to the bullshit and the dross and the limp, passive aggressive mewling of tiny baby men. I am more than happy to take a public beating, I am more than happy to be unfuckable, or unrapeable, or in need of the D, or too fat, or too frigid or too slutty or an ugly dyke or a cunt or a bitch. It would be my pleasure. My delight. Come at me. See what happens.
Maesta with Saint Francis and Dominic by Cimabue
This painting is an excellent example of the religious nature of medieval art. As a Madonna painting, the subject of the painting is the holy mother Mary and the baby Jesus, in addition to four angels adoring them while four prophets sit below. The painting also isn't very anatomically correct, with Mary looking off and the baby Jesus looking more like a very tiny man than a baby. The faces of the angels and Mary also seem to be the exact same face painted multiple times, with small changes. The angel's hands are also far from anatomically correct. The lack of perspective also makes this painting look very flat, especially the prophets below the Madonna.
Cimabue trained under masters connected to Byzantine art, and the relative flat style of the Byzantines can still be seen in this work. However, compared to Byzantine work, progress towards realism has been made, with the dress of the Madonna and Jesus' face looking much more realistic.
Brennan
Babymen
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