This takedown of Trump caught me where others hadn’t as of late. I think it’s the pinpointed moments where Trump has rolled over to expose his belly in deference.
Facebook needs a “You Didn’t Read The Article You’re Sharing” button for everyone breathless over “Disliking” posts. Zuckerberg proves his continued failure to communicate with this PR-nightmare of an announcement, but he probably knows people won’t leave Facebook over disappointed expectations. Can’t wait for all the whining when the final product is something like “Sympathize” or “Thoughtful.”
How can people even argue over this, given how it all shakes out?
Until all demographics are represented equally through “natural” means, we have stereotypes and regressive perception to dismantle as a society. Anyone arguing otherwise is speaking on behalf of conservatism and an inequitable world. The positions in the debate over this topic reduce to “this isn’t as good as it can be, what can we do about it?” and “this is fine, stop talking about it.” I can’t see a positive outcome from the latter.
Like even if women turned down hosting offers, there’s a reason why, and that reason is rooted in inequality. Otherwise we’d see a flawlessly-representational rainbow coalition in that Vanity Fair shoot. The alternative is believing that white men and a disproportionately small number of black men are inherently better at comedy than every other race, every other gender, etc.
Also, finally: it may not be the most marketable thing for networks to take a chance on diversity, but it’s the fucking ethical thing, and defending poor ol’ little billion dollar corporations for trying to max out their dollar doesn’t sit right with me either. Hopefully in a couple of decades some executive at one of the networks will remember this uproar (or the many others) and decide to sacrifice a yacht in order to attempt at making the world a better place.
Seriously: how can the status quo be defended? I can’t wrap my head around simply being “okay” with the limited ways we interact with and value each other as human beings.
I suspect that the way I feel now, at summer’s end, is about how I’ll feel at the end of my life, assuming I have time and mind enough to reflect: bewildered by how unexpectedly everything turned out, regretful about all the things I didn’t get around to, clutching the handful of friends and funny stories I’ve amassed, and wondering where it all went. And I’ll probably still be evading the same truth I’m evading now: that the life I ended up with, much as I complain about it, was pretty much the one I chose. And my dissatisfactions with it are really with my own character, with my hesitation and timidity.
My favorite cartoonist is also one of my favorite essayists. I’m glad I don’t identify with him too much here. But maybe stories like his will help me be ready when the time comes. And it will come.
What do we do with criminals criming through Munchausen syndrome by proxy? Our understanding of human Evil with a capital E is that it’s the most extreme aberration from the “common sense” of human good. When mental illness is stigmatized, you end up with a sick young woman believing wholeheartedly in the futility of her boyfriend’s depression and seeking a silver lining. (“I can write a college essay about this~!”) Everyone’s hurt when we sentence criminals to punishment over rehabilitation. Prisons should be highly-controlled schools for “How To Be Good.”
It’s wrong that I’m sympathetic enough to write about this (but also it’s a fascinating, dark, contemporary, insightful story) while I don’t muster up the same emotion for thieves, rapists, killers. But maybe it’ll be in mind next time I’m confronted with “senseless” crime.
I just don’t think it’s wise to posture like this when, barring much more common drawn-out mental illness like I’m suggesting Carter suffered from, psychotic breaks can happen to anyone, any time. No testimony to your own sanity will protect you if it happens. And hopefully they won’t demand a live cremation for you, but I wouldn’t count on it yet. (After posting I realized I didn’t feature any of the comments from people wishing she could suffer the death penalty, but trust me: they’re out there en masse.)
Peel back the sticky poultice we re-apply every day on our wounded nation and purge the pus of violence. Grief, disgust, anger, these are not our enemies when it comes to action. I feel blessed to be moved, alert by my discomfort, and resolved to eradicate that pain rather than avoid it. ISIS produces propaganda, Williams gave us reality TV.
And while Gawker, like any publication, is far from blameless, I salute them for boldness. I’d rather read an opinion piece included in the same feed as news stories than stomach the “objectivity” of any 24 hour news network.
Wait, I can turn internet classics into legit journalism? Sign me up!
The Final Fantasy VII House is known to anyone who’s spent enough time on the internet to feel worried about it. This is an excellent summary.
by Christopher Morris Lent
Whatever you do, don’t stare too long at the card art, man– or you’ll end up lookin’ like CML: trippin’ hard and flippin’ cards.
Oh, and following The Onion’s greatest headline, here’s Gawker’s greatest article. It has been the greatest few weeks, y’all.
Fans are petitioning British rock festival Glastonbury to strip Kanye West of his headlining slot. If I wrote hypothetical retorts to every fifteener (so classed for their total minutes of fame), I’d… Well, maybe I’d feel good about my writing habits. But my motivation aside, the wretch at the head of this petition demanded my attention:
Lonsdale says he has no issue with hip-hop or artists from the genre. He stated: “My beef is not with the genre. My beef is with the stage and the fact it’s a headline slot.” He went on to say that West does not “represent anything. His songs are lyrically appalling”, he “totally disrespected Beck” at the Grammys in February and that “his Brits performance was just threatening”.
“I was a little surprised that people have taken it as seriously as they have,” he admitted. “Don’t get me wrong, if it works, then I’ll be more than happy. I’m not surprised it’s popular though. Festivals are about people coming together through their love of music and song, and creating something magical. Look back to Blur in 2009 – One of the band’s seminal moments – 100,000 people chanting “woo-hoo!” – That is what it’s about.”
“Kanye’s lyrics: appalling, threatening, decisively a black man’s. Blur’s woo-hoo’s: magical, seminal, more consciousness-expanding than my own squalling birth.” Lonsdale, don’t go to Glastonbury. You don’t like music. You like drunk white people chanting along to Blur, and we’ve got plenty of hockey games across the pond.