#otherizing

[shelbyrpg]

This sparkly Immanuel formal quartet just sauntered in. I’ve never wanted to leave Starbucks so much.

(fervently, cautiously, EXPRESSIVE AS HECK)

“-I guess he was kind of awkward the whole time, but, you know…”

“No but your dress is really cute.”

NOW THEY’re TAKING SELFIES. SHOOT ME.

“That one was really good”

“Yeah” “Let’s go”

“Totes adorbs”

I don’t remember being so hateful of people. I like to rant about those conformists as a pet hobby. They’re naturally so, it’s the biggest facet of high school, trendy sameness. Trendy style, Jesus sandals, flannels, floral print skirts,— there’s no such thing as a decent, original, honest flannel anymore. Uggs are a stereotype. Trendy attitude, trendy personality, trendy way-that-you-carry-yourself, that endearing clumsy-confidence that’s consistent across the board “she’s so sweet” “she’s sooo funny.” Like what in the heck makes you know that? There are no differentiation factors. None. Just a slightly variations Pinterest-verified mold to fulfill. GREAT style is SAME style. People who comment on how good my style is just remind me that I’m the same as everybody else in the area. And I’m too terrified for it to be any other way. Those Immanuel girls… {redacted}, {redacted}, they intimidate the snot out of me, even though they aren’t really anything to reg on my social anxiety radar. I need to not be like the rest of them, which, I know I’m not, anyone witnessing me trying to stabilize a decent conversation would second that. I know it. I need t know it and be proud, grateful, and blessedly relieved that I didn’t succumb to the sameness.

Maybe, deep down, several layers inside the farthest, infinitesimal crumb-piece of their souls, there’s actually a real-life breathing person, not a mold, but a person, who has issues, anxieties, things that they take childish, giddy pride in, the things of passion and joie de vivre that matter. Somebody Catherine and I would hang out with. I pray that those people are like that, or will be like that, find themselves truly so they won’t be LIKE THAT ever again.

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[pinkoshun]

#otherizing #culturalappropriation #lies #thegoldenbough #beselfdetermined #theyshallnotpass #yeyesijuosunyemi #ase #whoareyou #whoarewe #unite #love (at Zamani Refuge)

[pinkoshun]

#otherizing #culturalappropriation #labeling #beselfdetermined #ase (at Zamani Refuge)

[pinkoshun]

#otherizing #thegoldenbough #australia #africa #scotland #yeyesijuosunyemi #foundationofoppression #metaphysics #ritual #culturalappropriation (at Zamani Refuge)

[pinkoshun]

Cunning and malignant savages #otherizing #yeyesijuosunyemi (at Zamani Refuge)

[pinkoshun]

#foundationofoppression #otherizing #yeyesijuosunyemi (at Zamani Refuge)

[thegeekanthropologist]

I think about the ‘we’ and 'them' of anthropology quite frequently. I have always found the royal ‘we’ a bit of funny notion. Who is included in this ‘we’? Such a simple word, all of two letters, a...

“So, anthropology is itself an interesting locus of ‘we’ and ‘them’. Who is being referred to in discussing the ‘we’ of anthropology? Who is doing the anthropologizing, and who is being acted upon? Which bodies do you conjure up in your mind’s eye when you envision the discipline? Who are the scholars of note describing when they discuss the ontological, the political, the theoretical? How often do you encounter an Indigenous scholar on a conference panel about Indigenous issues? How often do anthropologists acknowledge Indigenous peoples as active intellectuals and thinkers rather than informants passing down static ‘Indigenous knowledge’ or ‘traditional knowledge’?** Dr. Val Napoleon has taught me to move away from ‘Indigenous Knowledge’ to Indigenous thinking and thinkers because the latter reinforces the active and present nature of the intellectual labour we perform as Indigenous peoples working in and across relationships to one another, to the land, and to the State and its institutions. “