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07 Sep 15:54

#Winning!

by bspencer

We Hunted the Mammoth has the latest on #GamerGate. Spoiler Alert: women are being harassed into leaving the gaming world. It’s pretty great.

So great, one guy turned around slowly in a chair, stroked a cat and said “The dominoes are falling. We are winning. It’s brilliant.” THIS GUY:

@subtleblend @jennatar @xMattieBrice The dominos are falling. We’re winning. It’s brilliant.

— Dante (@AlrightAnon) September 4, 2014

To be fair, I cannot verify the fact that he turned slowly around in a chair and stroked a cat as he said the aforementioned, but as far as I know no one in the history of the world has ever said something like “The dominoes are falling. We are winning.” without also turning slowly around in a chair and stroking a cat. Granted, in this case, the chair is probably a tattered rocker-recliner and the cat is a jizz-stained stuffed animal…but the point remains: he is winning.

UPDATE:

Really impressed so far with how #GamerGate isn't buying into shill tricks and isn't breaking up. Remember, we're still winning.

— Dante (@AlrightAnon) September 6, 2014


Still winning!








06 Sep 11:10

That Was the Week That Was (#436)

by Maggie McNeill

You would think they’d want an actual sex worker…but somehow that’s not important because we’re seen as victims; voiceless and having no agency.  –  Jules Kim

License to Rape

Cops raping sex workers is so ubiquitous, non-cop rapists often pose as cops to facilitate the crime:

…Desiree Patton said that her assailant, Guy Dietz, found her through online advertisements placed by the exotic dancing agency she works for…when she arrived at Dietz’s…California home, he informed her that he was a police officer, placed her under “arrest,” and handcuffed her hands behind her back…Patton claimed that Dietz said…he [could] arrest her and trump up charges…

Check Your Premises

Nick Olivas became a father at 14, a fact he wouldn’t learn for eight years.  While in high school, Olivas had sex with a 20-year-old woman…State law says a child younger than 15 cannot consent with an adult under any circumstance, making Olivas a rape victim…Then two years ago, the state served him with papers demanding child support.  That’s how he found out he had a then-6-year-old daughter…he now owes about $15,000 in back child support and medical bills going back to the child’s birth, plus 10 percent interest.  The state seized money from his bank account and is now garnisheeing his wages at $380 a month…

Follow Your Bliss

…Florida youth pastor [Lucas Dillon Brandenburg] was arrested…after investigators said that they found a computer at his home “sharing” images of child pornography…

Legal Is as Legal Does

Yet another example of why legalization is almost as bad as full criminalization:

Taiwanese authorities said…they busted a prostitution ring exploiting young Chinese women…Prostitution [was criminalized in 2001 due to American pressure] but the parliament in 2011 passed a controversial bill to allow red-light districts…no such district has been set up yet…

Above the Law 

The report calls it a “romantic encounter” but I suspect otherwise:

…an Atlanta police officer killed a woman that he met online, then set her body on fire to cover his tracks.  Tahreem Zeus Rana was arrested…[while] trying to board a flight to Mexico…Vernicia Woodward…was linked to Rana through her phone records...The two appear to have met on Backpage.com…

And in The Nation, others appear to finally be noticing what I’ve been screaming about for twenty years:

…sexual assault is a significant issue in police forces, as The American Prospect and Truthout have reported.  According to the Cato Institute, more than 9 percent of reports of police misconduct in 2010 involved sexual abuse, making it the second-most reported form…Comparing that data to FBI crime statistics indicates that “sexual assault rates are significantly higher for police when compared to the general population”…Jen Marsh of the Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network…said…“[cops are] targeting victims seen as vulnerable or ‘less credible,’ whether they’re engaged in sex work or are committing a crime”…

The Widening Gyre

Instead of commenting on this ridiculous nonsense:

Denver has evolved into a breeding ground…for sex-traffickers who lure young runaways, often in exchange for drugs…Tom Ravenelle with the FBI said he’s seeing more print and online advertisements — chock-full of keywords like “4-20 friendly” — that attract young girls.  “We’re dealing with people who are pimping these girls who are sometimes gang-related.  These are people with low morals”…

I’m going to let somebody else do it this time.

An Enormous Big Nothing (TW3 #33) Gates daughters on ferry

Another predictable result of “sex trafficking” hysteria:

After my family arrives on the Cape May ferry for our annual vacation to the Jersey Shore, I take pictures of our two daughters…as we leave the harbor.  I’ve been doing this since they were 3 and 4 years old.  They are now 16 and 17…Getting just the right exposure and interaction between the two has never been easy…But this year…a man came up beside me and said to my daughters:  “I would be remiss if I didn’t ask if you were okay.”  At first none of us understood what he was talking about…then it hit me:  He thought I might be exploiting the girls…I told the man I was their father.  He quickly apologized and turned away.  But…the more I thought about [it]…the more upset I became.  My wife and I, both white, adopted our two daughters in China when they were infants…we have often gotten strange looks and intrusive questions from strangers, but nothing like this…I walked outside to where he was standing and calmly said:  “Excuse me, sir, but you just embarrassed me in front of my children and strangers.  And what you said was racist”…He replied:  “I work for the Department of Homeland Security.  And let me give you some advice:  You were standing there taking photos of them hugging for 15 minutes”…

The Public Eye

Sydney Journalist and mother-of-two Amanda Goff has revealed her secret double life as…Samantha X…who started working as a sex worker two-and-a-half years ago…[in] a tell-all book about her experience.  After working in British tabloids including The Mirror and Sunday People, Miss Goff came to Australia and worked as the health and beauty editor for Prevention Magazine and at New Idea…[then]  became a TV spokesperson for health and beauty…she believes she can help save marriages…”I hear a lot about marriage from the man’s point of view.  They say they are not listened to, they aren’t heard.  I give them intimacy, it’s not necessarily about sex”…

Down Under (TW3 #49)

Sex workers in Papua New Guinea (PNG) are hopeful that…the…Health Minister…Michael Malaba…will keep his public commitment to introduce legislation that decriminalises sex work and same sex relationships…Malaba stated that he recognised that the decriminalisation of sex work was a key reform essential to tackling HIV/AIDS and that he was committed to reforming PNG’s “colonial era laws”…

Absolute Corruption

[On September 2nd] Bernard Baran died suddenly at his home while talking with his partner, David, and his niece, Crystal”  The autopsy results are not yet in, but a heart attack or stroke (resulting at least in part from more than two decades of gross maltreatment by the state) seems likely.  Perhaps now the utterly loathsome Martha Coakley will consent to allowing his record to be expunged.

Original Sin (TW3 #321)

Video games and “sexting” cause “sex trafficking”!

Real Battle Ministries is partnering to attack the rampant sex trafficking in our local communities!  Drug cartels and gangs have nearly controlled the prostitution market, planting “bottom ho’s” in our local schools, and utilizing social media & online games to “befriend” our kids for the sole purpose of entrapping them into slavery!…Porn addicted adults produces “Johns”…exposure to porn during childhood produces promiscuous children and kids who post sexually suggestive photos on social media.  Pimps and…enslaved kids…target our kids, befriend them on social media and play online games with them, eventually luring them away for abduction into sex slavery…one pimp with 5 girls generate nearly $1 million in revenue annually.  No wonder organized crime has focused on abducting one million kids yearly!!!!

These are the most insanely-exaggerated claims I’ve seen yet.  Fight “sex trafficking” with exclamation points!!!!!!!!!!City of Lies

A War for Peace (TW3 #323)

City of Lies features eight tales…all names have been changed, as have certain details…Each focuses on an individual, but [author Ramita] Navai uses these personal stories to observe how people live, love and survive in a society ruled by fundamentalists.  Iranian youth read “Harry Potter,” watch Hollywood films…smoke joints and listen to Metallica and Radiohead — all the while knowing that one misstep can ruin their reputations and lives…For women, sex outside marriage could mean “up to 100 lashes.”  If convicted of adultery, a woman could be executed…

Imaginary Evils

Remember, huge police operations have never found more than a single-digit number of “sex trafficking” cases in the UK:

…Greater Manchester’s police chief [imagines that]…predators have changed their tactics and are now targeting Eastern European teens and trafficking them into the region for sex…some 180 men are currently under suspicion of child sexual exploitation…of 17 and 18-year-old girls – notably above the age of consent…

Yes, they’re claiming the “child sex trafficking” of girls over the AOC.

Everything Old is New Again

Just in case you were unsure about “sex trafficking” mythology’s origin in racism and xenophobia, take a look at the kind of sites that gleefully quote the propaganda to promote their own agendas.

What Next? 

Clueless, ignorant old American continues to demand that other countries increase violence against sex workers in the name of “rescuing” them:  “Former US president Jimmy Carter has written to the Taoiseach Enda Kenny and other members of the Oireachtas urging them to adopt a recommendation to criminalise the buyers of sex

Property of the State

Delusional authoritarian thugs presume that women have absolute control over our bodies:

…police reportedly “swarmed” a Texas high school because…a school custodian notified the principal…after finding a “possible fetus” in one of the bathroom stalls…The principal contacted police…Dallas Police Department’s Child Abuse Unit detectives were investigating to find out who may have abandoned the fetus.  The person involved was being considered a “suspect”…Alan Elliott of Baby Moses Dallas explained…that the mother could have avoided any criminal charges if she had taken advantage of Baby Moses laws by carrying the child to term, and then dropping it off at a safe baby site like a fire station…

“Abandoned”.  Seriously.  By that standard, some 10% of the women reading this are “criminals”.cops harass Java Juggs

Prudesville

The headline The Blaze put on this is infuriating; moronic cop masturbatory fantasies are cast as “knowledge”:

The owner of controversial bikini coffee stands in Washington state banked more than $2 million in just three years because her baristas were also selling sex acts, [cops imagined]…Carmela Panico…was charged with promoting prostitution and money laundering by Snohomish County prosecutors, who allege she was the madam of drive-thru brothels…[where] baristas would expose their breasts and genitals and charge for sex acts…In a raid last year, investigators [stole] $250,000 [from] Panico’s home.  Her profit margin at times was twice that of well-run, established coffee stands…One barista [was bribed via a plea deal to tell] investigators she earned half a million dollars working at Panico’s stands…

Traffic Jam (TW3 #432)

This scare story starts with the arse-backward claim that “sex trafficking” causes youth homelessness and then goes all over the map:

…those who study the issue believe any steps to address sex trafficking in Utah also will help solve the problem of youth homelessness…Tammie Garcia Atkin…of the…Office of Victim Services…said girls often are introduced into prostitution by men who they believe are their boyfriends…“It’s all sweetness and likes [sic] and then it turns into this violent relationship”…[fireman] Fernando Rivero…said…he was able to recognize a sex trafficking business once when he visited an area doing a building inspection…Rivero is hoping to eventually steer Utah’s thinking more toward a victim mentality as seen in other states…Kevin Donegan…at Janus Youth Programs in Portland…sends out a strict warning to parents who think their children are hanging out at the mall, because they could be…recruited into sex trafficking…Peter Thorpe…of the Oak Ridge shelter in Vancouver [Washington], said…the average age for a girl to enter prostitution…“just keeps going down and down…it is a renewable resource…you can sell a girl over and over again”…

The Widening Gyre (TW3 #433)

Three Sydney sex workers have staged a protest at the Festival of Dangerous Ideas over the representation of their profession in a panel discussion on the global sex industry called “Women For Sale”…they handed out pamphlets to festival goers and posed with a…sign that read:  “I am a sex worker.  I am not for sale”…Jules Kim…the acting chief executive of…Scarlet Alliance, applied to festival organisers…to be included on the panel…but had her request denied.  However…the…journalist Elizabeth Pisani invited Kim to replace her on stage and she was allowed to take part…

Uncommon Sense (TW3 #433)

There’s a word for people who try to control and profit from whores but disregard their welfare:

…It has…come to light that local Conservative politicians and elected representatives from the Christian Social Union (CSU) are…involved in…construction [of an FKK-Club in East Dachau]:  developer…Wolfgang Moll; electrician…Helmut Erhorn; and architect…Heidi Lewald…it remains unclear why the…politicians didn’t make their stakes in the project known earlier…

 


05 Sep 20:14

Hipster Opponent Convicted of Making False Reports

by Kevin

The NY Daily News reports that the Brooklyn man who repeatedly called 911 to complain about hipster-generated noise in his neighborhood (see "Hipster Infestation Not 'Emergency,' Say Police" (Jan. 6, 2013)) has been convicted of making four false crime reports as part of his ongoing struggle.

Authorities say Louis Segna actually called 911 over 400 times in two years, mostly to complain about noise emanating from a fancy coffee shop (which was leasing its space from Segna, as it happens). But the jury apparently heard about only four of the calls, in which he reported potentially serious incidents including gunshots and an explosion in the subway. Police found no evidence these incidents actually happened. Though Segna did not use his real name or address, he was caught because he had eventually called so many times that the precinct commander was able to recognize his voice, having heard it in community meetings.

The defense argued that reports can be genuine but mistaken, and that this might have been likely in Segna's case because he is allegedly, as the report puts it, "extra-sensitive to sensory cues."

A car backfiring could sound like gunshots, I suppose, but I'm not sure what one might misinterpret as a subway bombing. On the other hand, I don't have ESP (extra-sensitive sensory perception). Another problem with this argument: Segna apparently admitted that he made the calls because he didn't think police would respond to his noise complaints otherwise. Whatever the reason, the jury found against him.

Segna's sentencing hearing was held this morning, according to reporter Oren Yaniv (on Twitter). Yaniv says that after a very long hearing, the judge ultimately postponed the sentencing, apparently wrestling with the fact that the false-reports law carries a potential seven-year sentence and with a minimum of two years in jail, which the judge may believe is too harsh. On the other hand, Yaniv reported that the defense had some other arguments up its sleeve:

Among defense lawyer's arguments: defendant is mentally deficient, he vowed never to call 911 again, his roof is leaking and cat has died...

...not making any of this up. Cat year of death is unknown but apparently its name was Meow.

I would probably also have argued for leniency on the grounds that the defendant was on the front lines in the continuing struggle against hipsters, but maybe the judge is a cat person.

05 Sep 19:21

Eternal Vigilance

by Maggie McNeill

This essay first appeared in Cliterati on August 3rd; I have modified it slightly to fit the format of this blog.

The Irish politician John Philpot Curran once said, “The condition upon which God hath given liberty to man is eternal vigilance.”  Later orators repeated the aphorism and rephrased it into its current, less cumbersome form, but the main point is still the same:  that governments and other would-be rulers are driven by the pathological need to control others, so those who value their freedom can literally never take that freedom for granted.  Every politician, every prohibitionist, every social engineer and every naked ape with a title, uniform or badge is bound and determined to bring as many other people under his control as possible, and because this drive springs from his warped psyche you can be sure he will never relent as long as he remains above ground.  It is therefore necessary for every free person to pay close attention to those who imagine themselves “leaders” or do-gooders, because every law or policy such people propose is intended to curtail others’ freedom in some way which they always insist is vitally necessary, yet virtually never is.  Even after some oppressed group wins its rights after a long struggle, it can never again relax; as surely as night follows day there will come those who want to reverse that situation, either openly or subtly, usually under the guise of “helping” the group’s members or managing some sort of “problem” they supposedly cause the rest of society.

This is why I say that sex worker rights activism is not for the faint of heart.  Imagine dedicating your energy, your industry, your time and your reputation to a war you absolutely will not win.  Read that again, and understand that I mean it exactly as it’s written:  the sex worker activists alive today will never see a final victory, not if they live to be a hundred.  I’m not saying conditions can’t or won’t improve, nor am I saying that partial victories can’t be won in some places, nor that in the course of centuries people won’t look back upon sex work prohibition as an ugly form of collective mental illness.  What I’m saying is that until and unless we completely discard the barbaric concept of consensual crime, every single hard-won right could be taken away practically overnight by some coalition of politicians and other self-interested petty dictators.  Did you know that as the result of the 1980 political deal which settled the lawsuit Coyote vs. Roberts, prostitution was decriminalized in the state of Rhode Island, and remained so for almost 30 years?  Yet it is not so today, because in 2009 an unholy alliance of cops and prohibitionists successfully convinced the legislature (which had resisted several recriminalization attempts) to once again turn sex workers and clients into police prey by using the excuse of “sex trafficking”.  In New South Wales, which a 2012 study praised as having the “healthiest sex industry ever documented”, prohibitionists are scheming at this very minute to once again subject sex workers to the horrors of criminalization:

In 2010, Vicki Dunne  prompted the [Canberra] government to hold an inquiry into sex work laws…[which] came to a predictable and reasonable conclusion that…decriminalisation…is effective…Three years later Dunne – this time with Gulia Jones on side – now pretends that the inquiry never happened.  The two of them headed overseas with Peter Abetz and Christine Campbell (Victoria).  These politicians took in sights of dubious usefulness in Sweden, and Korea, met with NOT A SINGLE sex worker group, and even threw in a trip to France for good measure…it’s a long way to fly to witness pieces of paper that one could download on the internet…sex work is work.  Sex work is not a social ill that needs fixing.  Sex work is not a political hobby horse for bored politicians.  And sex workers are not Dunne or Jones’ rescue project.  Sex workers don’t need interference in our lives from those who view us as victims…

Other politicians appear to understand the havoc recriminalization would wreak, but still can’t resist playing god with other people’s lives:

…Currently in NSW the sex work debate is centred around whether…licensing brothels is worth pursuing…Since it has already failed…in Victoria and Queensland you would think such a silly idea wouldn’t get very far.  However the political lure of licensing as a ”solution” to supposed ”crimes” within the NSW sex industry has gained much more traction than it deserves.  Licensing brothels does not replace the current regulatory work councils are required to do.  Instead it adds an extra layer of bureaucracy…A licensing system sets up a series of hoops for brothel owners, staff and workers to jump through prior to being deemed ”legal”…Because licensing is difficult to comply with, the industry is divided into two:  those who can meet the licensing standards become ‘’legal’’, and those who cannot are deemed ‘‘illegal’’…The idea that newer, harsher laws will somehow make regulation of sex work easier is flawed.  And it has proven to be incorrect in the other states where it has been implemented…

Elena JeffreysBoth of those essays were written by Elena Jeffreys, who (as a sex worker and activist in a country with different regulatory regimes in different states) is well-qualified to judge which work and which don’t.  Most people are not so placed, and are thus easily led astray by imported “sex trafficking” myths and the cynical lies of anti-sex “feminists” attempting to corrupt the agendas of human rights organizations.  Health officials, social scientists and all others who have studied sex work agree that the tyrannical Swedish model harms sex workers and society at large, while the New Zealand model of decriminalization helps sex workers and eliminates the coercion prohibitionists pretend to be so very concerned about.  Yet even in New Zealand, held up as an example for the entire world, prohibitionists are working to destroy everything; one group wants imposition of the Swedish model, while another “merely” wants restrictions on where and how whores can work (including a suggestion that they be confined to brothels). Fortunately, activists in both New Zealand and Australia understand the need for vigilance and are fighting hard to abort these schemes before they can go very far; I hope they succeed, and that when our turn comes at last American activists can maintain the same level of watchfulness.


05 Sep 09:27

Joan Rivers

by Paul Campos

When I started out, a pretty girl did not go into comedy. If you saw a pretty girl walk into a nightclub, she was automatically a singer. Comedy was all white, older men. It was Jack Benny, Fred Allen, Bob Hope, Shelley Berman, Red Skelton … even Amos and Andy were white men, which is hilarious if you think about it.

Phyllis Diller was happening right before me. But even Phyllis was a caricature, and I didn’t want to be a caricature. I was a college graduate; I wanted to get married.

I didn’t even want to be a comedian. Nobody wanted to be a comedian. Nowadays, everyone wants to be a comedian. You look at a Whitney Cummings, who is so beautiful — she wanted to be a comedian! I wanted to be an actress. I was an office temp when one secretary said to me: “You’re very funny. You should go do stand-up, be a comedian. They make $6 a night some places.” And I said, “That’s more than I’m making as an office temp” — I made eight, but I had to also pay for my Correcto-Type because I was a lousy speller — so I thought, “Oh, I could do that and have days free to make the rounds.” And that’s why I became a comedian.

I had no idea what I was doing. The white men were doing “mother-in-law” and “my wife’s so fat …” jokes. It was all interchangeable. Bob Hope would walk into a town and say, “The traffic lights in this town are so slow that …” and it could be any town. When I went onstage, that just didn’t feel right. So I just said, “Let me talk about my life.” It was at the moment when Woody Allen was saying, “Let me talk about my life,” and George Carlin was saying, “Maybe I’ll talk about my life.” So I came in at the right moment.

My group was Woody and George and Richard Pryor and Bill Cosby. Rodney Dangerfield. Dick Cavett. All the ones who were coming up at the same time. But I never was one of the guys. I was never asked to go hang out; I never thought about it until later. They would all go to the Stage Delicatessen afterward and talk. I never got to go uptown and have a sandwich with them. So, even though I was with them, I wasn’t with them.

Everybody broke through ahead of me. I was the last one in the group to break through, or to be allowed to break through. Looking back, I think it was because I was a woman. Because in those days, they would come down to the Village and look at you for Johnny Carson. I was the very last one of the group they put on the Carson show.

I was brought up seven times to the Carson show — interviewed and auditioned seven times by seven different people, and they rejected me, each time, over a period of three years. Then Bill Cosby was filling in, and the comedian that night bombed. Bill said to the booking producer, Shelly Schultz: “Joan Rivers couldn’t be any worse than this guy. Why don’t you use her?” And that’s when they put me on the show. But they didn’t bring me on as a stand-up comic. They brought me on as a funny girl writer. I’m the only stand-up that never did a stand-up routine on the Carson show.

Carson, give him credit, said on air in 1965, “You’re gonna be a star.” Right smack on the air.

I adored Johnny. In the ’70s, I did opening monologues, I was hosting. The turning point was when I left the show. Everybody left the show to go to do their own shows. Bill Cosby. David Brenner. George Carlin. Everybody. I stuck around for 18 years. And they finally offered me my own late-night show.

The first person I called was Johnny, and he hung up on me — and never, ever spoke to me again. And then denied that I called him. I couldn’t figure it out. I would see him in a restaurant and go over and say hello. He wouldn’t talk to me.

I kept saying, “I don’t understand, why is he mad?” He was not angry at anybody else. I think he really felt because I was a woman that I just was his. That I wouldn’t leave him. I know this sounds very warped. But I don’t understand otherwise what was going on. For years, I thought that maybe he liked me better than the others. But I think it was a question of, “I found you, and you’re my property.” He didn’t like that as a woman, I went up against him.

And I was put up against him. In the press, he said, “She didn’t call me, and she was so terrible.” When you’ve told the truth and you read a lie, there’s nothing you can do about it. To this day, I’m very angry about that. Don’t f—in’ lie. You’re making, what, $300 million a year? What are you talking about? And I was going on Fox. Fox didn’t even have call letters at that point. Fox wasn’t Fox. Fox was six stupid little stations.

Looking back, and I never like to say it, the Carson breakup hurt me a lot, without realizing it. Even now, with our reality show Joan & Melissa: Joan Knows Best? or Fashion Police, when I say, “No, this is wrong,” people say: “See? She is a bitch. She is a c—.” If I were a man, they’d say: “So brilliant. He’s tough, but he’s right.” Nobody ever says to me, “You’re right.”

I have a friend. She was a producer at NBC and so brilliant. And they fired her because she was very abrasive. Lorne Michaels has a reputation of being a tough nut. But they all say, “That Lorne, he’s mean, but he’s brilliant.”

This woman, they said, “Oh, she’s too nasty.” But she pulled in the numbers.

It’s very tough in the business. My act consists of my gown that I carry and two spotlights and a microphone. I’ll do my sound check, and sometimes they’re not happy when I say, “The sound isn’t right,” or “Can we try other lights?” Because they’re men at the board.

And lighting is very key for a woman, especially. I’ve been in the business almost 50 years — I know my f—ing lighting. And there is always pushback from the lighting people. They just don’t want to hear it from a woman. They just don’t want to give you that cookie.

I don’t want to hear that male comics want someone to match wits with. No, they don’t. They want someone to sit there and gaze at them adoringly. That’s still what they want. The upside is, they don’t get to wear the pretty clothes. They don’t get to have the pretty dressing room. Women comedians get the private bathroom first.

During women’s lib, which was at its height in the ’70s, you had to say: “F— the men. I could do better.” I think women did themselves a disservice because they wouldn’t talk about reality. Nobody wanted to say, “I had a lousy date” or “He left me.” But if that’s your life, that’s what they wanna hear. If you look around, very few women comics came out of the ’70s. It really started again in the ’90s, when they realized, it’s all right to say you wanna get married. It’s all right to say I wanna be pretty. That’s also part of your life. Thank God. Because now you know, we’ve got Whitney. I love Whitney. I think what she does is so smart. Sarah Silverman, oh my God. You just look at them and go: Good girls.

I love stand-up — the connection with an audience is awesome. I just played Royal Albert Hall, which is 4,500 people, probably not a lot for some. But for me, it was amazing. The energy! From the beginning, and to this day, I would never tell a lie onstage. So now I walk out, I go, “I’m so happy to see you,” and I really truly am so happy to see them. The one thing I brought to this business is speaking the absolute truth. Say only what you really feel about the subject. And that’s too bad if they don’t like it. That’s what comedy is. It’s you telling the truth as you see it.

I think it was Cosby who also said to me, “If only 2 percent of the world thinks you’re funny, you’ll still fill stadiums for the rest of your life.”

My advice to women comedians is: First of all, don’t worry about the money. Love the process. You don’t know when it’s gonna happen. Louis C.K. started hitting in his 40s; he’d been doing it for 20 years. And don’t settle. I don’t want to ever hear, “It’s good enough.” Then it’s not good enough. Don’t ever underestimate your audience. They can tell when it isn’t true. Also: Ignore your competition. A Mafia guy in Vegas gave me this advice: “Run your own race, put on your blinders.” Don’t worry about how others are doing. Something better will come.

Ignore aging: Comedy is the one place it doesn’t matter. It matters in singing because the voice goes. It matters certainly in acting because you’re no longer the sexpot. But in comedy, if you can tell a joke, they will gather around your deathbed. If you’re funny, you’re funny. Isn’t that wonderful?

If there is a secret to being a comedian, it’s just loving what you do. It is my drug of choice. I don’t need real drugs. I don’t need liquor. It’s the joy that I get performing. That is my rush. I get it nowhere else.

What pleasure you feel when you’ve kept people happy for an hour and a half. They’ve forgotten their troubles. It’s great. There’s nothing like it in the world. When everybody’s laughing, it’s a party. And then you get a check at the end. That’s very nice.

I’ve been told this is a good documentary.








05 Sep 09:22

Female Comic Book Store Employee Fired After Complaining About Rape Jokes

by Ampersand
Window display at Harrison's Comics in Salem, MA

Window display at Harrison’s Comics in Salem, MA

Ick. What a horrible situation. And if the information we have now is accurate – and obviously, it’s possible we don’t have the complete story – it so needlessly escalated. (Bleeding Cool has a bunch of the tweets, mostly from Jennifer Williams, the fired employee).

The manager who made the “we call this the rape room” joke could have apologized. Or the owner of the story could have been taken the manager aside and told him very firmly that jokes about rape are never acceptable in the workplace, and extra-double aren’t appropriate for a nervous new female employee on her first day. Either way, the new employee could have walked away with a feeling that her objection had been taken seriously and there would be no more rape jokes.

No need to fire anyone. The manager could have learned some basic etiquette that he should already have known, and Jennifer Williams could have felt like the store’s owner will support her and be willing to listen if harassment occurs. And Harrison’s Comics would not now be known as that comic book store where the manager jokes about a rape room.

Instead, Jennifer Williams was fired for no clear reason – which sure looks like she was fired for reporting a hostile workplace environment. And not only this store but all of comics culture looks – not for the first time – like a misogynist boy’s club culture full of guys who don’t have the basic social skills needed to understand “maybe I shouldn’t be telling rape jokes to the brand-new female employee who I barely even know.”

Aaargh. So much fail.

In the comments of the Jezebel story, a reader related a similar story about racism in a comic book store:

Shared this with a friend from across the country who actually works at a comics shop and also happens to be black, and has many amusing stories about casual nerd racism. He had a pretty good comment I’m going to paraphrase here.

Him: “Okay, so if my shop had a room that everyone called ‘dead nigger storage’, think they’d fire me if I complained? No. Because that’s fucked up if you have employees dropping n-bombs casually. Nobody cares if its just a Pulp Fiction reference, you don’t say that shit casually, especially around a black dude who’s a co-worker you don’t really know that well. This kind of the same idea.”

Me: “Did that actually happen to you?”

Him: “Yup.”

05 Sep 09:21

Calling the New York Underground Your Playground

by Alexander Cavaluzzo
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Paul Zone’s ‘Playground: Growing Up In The New York Underground’ (all photos by the author for Hyperallergic)

Many of us probably remember our formative years sitting in class, taking the SATs and trying to lose our virginity. Few of us probably spent that time hanging out with Debbie Harry, playing Max’s Kansas City, or finding success in an underground band.

zone1But that’s the life photographer Paul Zone touts in his autobiographical coffee table book Playground: Growing Up In The New York Underground. Disillusioned with high school and titillated by the world of his musician brothers, Zone entered a downtown universe of grit and glamour, drugs and sex, stars and junkies as a member of their band, The Fast.

The essays at the top of the book chronicle Zone’s anecdotes of stewing in New York Glitter Rock, hanging out with Jayne County when she was Wayne County, and the rise and fall of The Fast. The texts are a fascinating meditation on a seminal period of his life, but it’s really Zone’s photography that tells (and sometimes merely suggests) the best stories.

The photographs Zone captured have a raw, inimitable energy that extend beyond themselves. Naturally the subjects add notoriety and value, and even as the technique wavers in quality — especially early on — the essence that one feels when leafing through the pages is the sense of atmosphere. The feelings Zone experienced leap off of the page into our imaginations; the chord progressions ring through your ears even in a silent room.

And those photographs that capture more intimate bonds offstage and out of clubs — Debbie Harry brandishing her size 9 boot at the lens, Alice Cooper watching cartoons in a hotel room — humanize these icons and provoke you to wonder what conversations were had in the process, whether they be profound or quotidian.

The addition of ephemera — posters for Zone’s band The Fast, contact sheets, marquees promoting The Ramones — are the finishing touches Zone uses to sculpt a detailed picture of nostalgia.

A lot of us would probably prefer to be in CBGB’s than our high school cafeteria during our teenage years, but beyond the schtick of growing up around theses haunts, we’re left with a very unique book into New York City underground that separates itself from the other documentations floating out there.

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Playground: Growing Up In The New York Underground is available from Amazon and other outlets.

05 Sep 09:20

Which Star Wars Character Are You?

by Steven Weinberg

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04 Sep 23:10

Did Sundance Vacations Forge A Court Order To Suppress Online Criticism?

by Ken White

Sundance Vacations would like to bill itself as a purveyor of wholesale and discount vacations. But on the internet, it is widely described as a sleazy hard-sell telemarketer selling sales presentations.

Companies are increasingly aggressive — perhaps belligerent is the better word — in defending their online reputation. There's evidence that Sundance Vacations has taken this trend to a new extreme through forging court documents in an effort to suppress criticism.

Matt Haughey has the story. When Sundance demanded that critical posts be taken down from Metafilter, and provided an apparent court order from Mississippi, Matt did something very rare and special — he exercised critical thinking. Matt noted discrepancies in the purported court order, crowdsourced a request to determine whether the case actually existed, and eventually did the legwork himself by calling the clerk's office. The result:

Today (Tuesday) I called a clerk in the Hinds County Chancery Court office. They asked me to fax them a copy of the court order so they could verify the document. I did as requested and a few hours later got a call back from the office saying it was not a real document from their court. The case numbers on the first page are from an unrelated case that took place last year. The clerk said they found a case from August 21, 2014 that used similar language but had different plaintiffs and defendants, but the same lawyers on page 3. In their opinion, it seemed someone grabbed a PDF from a different case and copy/pasted new details to it before sending it on to me.

Naughty, naughty, naughty. And so very reckless.

I've written to Sundance Vacations, a rep there who wrote to Matt before, the account that sent the court order this time, and Sundance's attorney of record on the order, asking them all for comment. I'm moving on to seek comment from the opposing lawyers in that apparently cut-and-pasted case. I'll report more if I learn it. Matt explains that the fake order came from a gmail account; Sundance may attempt to distance itself and deny responsibility for that account.

For now, Sundance Vacations is about to learn about the Streisand Effect. BoingBoing has picked up the story, and more will follow. And could there be consequences for using forged court documents in interstate commerce to suppress commercial criticism? Gosh, what an interesting question . . . .

Updated: On its Facebook page, Sundance Vacations confirms the prior email to Matt but denies it sent the recent one with the apparently forged documents, as predicted above.

NuhUH

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04 Sep 23:08

Murakami and Brain-Munching Sheep

by Casey Dayan

An old man takes the boy hostage and forces him to memorize a large number of books. The boy eventually realizes that the man plans to absorb the information he’s memorized by eating his brain. With the help of a strange girl and a man dressed as a sheep, the captive devises an escape plan.

There it is. The gist of the plot for Murakami’s new, 96-page novel, The Strange Library. Murakami’s last novel, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, is currently at the very, very top of the New York Times best-seller list for hardcover fiction. So be sure to keep an eye out for his newest come December.

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04 Sep 23:06

Christianity and Same Sex Marriage

by djw

Horning in on Damon Linker’s turf, Pascal-Emmanuel Gobry offers another defense of the “this time is different” argument regarding Christianity and mainstream american social and political norms. He first presents the erroneous view, based on a “misreading of history”:

The false premise goes something like this: Christianity, as a historical social phenomenon, basically adjusts its moral doctrines depending on the prevailing social conditions. Christianity, after all, gets its doctrines from “the Bible,” a self-contradictory grab bag of miscellany. When some readings from the Bible fall into social disfavor, Christianity adjusts them accordingly. There are verses in the Bible that condemn homosexuality, but there are also verses that condemn wearing clothes made of two threads, and verses that allow slavery. Christians today find ways to lawyer their way out of those. Therefore, the implicit argument seems to go, if you just bully Christianity enough, it will find a way to change its view of homosexuality, and all will be well. After all, except for a few shut-ins in the Vatican, most Christians today are fine with sexual revolution innovations such as contraception and easy divorce.

If this is mistaken, how should we understand Christianity?

Christian opposition to homosexual acts is of a piece with a much broader vision of what it means to be a human being that Christianity will never part with. The story Christians have been telling for 2,000 years goes something like this: The God who made the Universe is also, by his very nature, Love, and he made human beings with a very lofty vocation. Humans are meant to reflect His glory in the world; to be like God, that is to say, to be lovers and creators. Everything in the Universe has been put here to be used by God’s children to reflect his loving glory — and to teach them about God’s love. This is particularly true, or so the story goes, of the unique sexual complementarity between men and women. The sexual act is meant to reflect God’s love by fostering a union at once bodily and spiritual — and creates new life.

The best we could do for Gobry is to grant that both narratives presented here are just so stories imposed on a far messier and more complicated reality. (His focus on the formal teachings of Christianity regarding men’s and women’s sexuality glosses over the different actual treatments they received at the hands of Christianity as practiced, which poured its energy into social control of one gender’s sexual activity to a far greater degree than the other’s). But even if we grant his historical story, past performance is no guarantee of future results.

Setting aside concerns about the empirical claims Gobry makes for the moment, let’s grant that American Christianity’s “homosexual is sinful” view is properly understood as unchanging for 2000 years, while the previously widely held “the bible justifies American slavery” view was only a few generations old, a theology of convenience ginned up to justify and bolster that particular institution. From an anthropological perspective, I’m not at all sure why the age of the dogma is all that relevant to the hold it is likely to have on the individual believer. That historical difference is unlikely to be felt deeply be the believer, who’s been taught to believe it’s old as dirt by his parents and grandparents, the community he lives in, and the institutional church of which he is a part. He is not a historian of religion. The newer vintage of that particular commitment may, in some way, make it more vulnerable to social change. But merely gesturing toward an age difference doesn’t come anywhere near doing the work necessary to explain why.

One question worth asking, if we’re trying to choose between the two narratives presented above: which narrative better explains the changes of the last 20 years? What’s happening, of course, is that Christians–as individuals and, with a lag, as institutions, are changing their views to match mainstream American views on same sex marriage. I would put it even more strongly: Christianity isn’t just catching up, it is driving the change in the content of mainstream views. Even with 100% support from non-religious people and religious minorities, same sex marriage would have gone exactly nowhere without substantial Christian support.

The only way people taking Gobry’s position can dodge this completely obvious fact is to play a bit of no true Scotsman: we’re talking about evangelicals, or traditionalists, or some other label that carves out a slice of American Christendom as fundamentally different from the rest of it. But this doesn’t work, either, as the narrative he rejects can explain this just as easily. Like America itself, some Christians are liberal and some conservative. It’s extremely normal for liberals to accept social change with greater rapidity and ease than conservatives, and same sex marriage fits this general pattern very well. liberal Christianity changed first, now it’s conservative Christianity’s turn. And, low and behold, nearly half of self-identified evangelicals under 30 support same sex marriage.

I grew up attending church, and one of the very first ideas presented there that struck me as strange and implausible was the notion that Christianity is in some sense counter-cultural and oppositional to mainstream values and lifestyle of ‘the world’. By even by the age of 10 or so, I could see this notion was utterly farcical. Everyone I knew seemed to identify as Christian, and have no problem integrating that identity into an utterly normal mainstream American lifestyle. The position Gobry tries to stake out here requires treating that attitude as uncontested dogma, rather than a contingent empirical claim.

As a concluding note, let me just note how insulting the argument here is to conservative Christians themselves, when coming from people who do, in fact, view gay and lesbian people as full and complete human beings, deserving of the rights that come with that status. It’s essentially a demand for a kind of moral affirmative action, suggesting we should treat anti-gay Christians as permanently morally disabled by their religion, and make exemptions to anti-discrimination laws and norms we would never contemplate for religious racists. But a cursory glance at the social change surrounding this issue makes it perfectly obvious Christians as a group suffer no such disability. It’s extremely condescending to pretend that they do.

….Richard Hershberger with a comment the content of which should have been in the original post, in support of the “age of doctrine/practice not predictive of successful resistance to change” argument:

The argument that the antiquity of the doctrine makes it stronger does not stand up to examination. The prohibition of divorce is just as old, and with a really bitchin’ proof text, for those who think proof texting is the pinnacle of theological debate. Yet supposedly conservative American Evangelical churches have largely thrown in the towel on this one, few making more than token gestures against divorce.

Another one is Sabbatarianism, which has an even more bitchin’ proof text. For some four centuries following the Reformation, this was a bulwark of Protestant respectability. Boys playing baseball on Sunday was considered in all seriousness a police matter, accompanied by denunciations of these sinful days. The churches threw in the towel on this one about a century ago. There is a joke that Yankee Stadium wasn’t the House that Ruth Built: it was the House that Sunday Baseball built. Nowadays Sunday football is practically a sacred rite among Evangelicals, whose churches might quietly wish their members were in church that day rather than in front of the TV, but who are not so foolish as to push the matter, knowing they would lose. The shift is so thorough that it is hard to convince people that this ever really was a big deal.








04 Sep 22:28

Medically Induced Coma, Please?

by syrbal-labrys

1i medThe last seven months of intense physical labor re-making two homes on our property is finally done.  The hot weather is pretty much over, though the needed rains have not begun.  My PTSD murdered marriage has been resurrected (after almost three years, not after three days — but hey, I never said I was Jesus, right?); I should be happy, right?

So, why, instead, am I seething with resentment?  Why do I want to put Jack the yodeling-for-his-breakfast Samoyed rescue dog into the meat grinder?  Why do I curse the cat under my feet instead of comforting her trod-upon tail?  Why do I look askance at the woozles rattling their cage bars like little furry convicts?

Well, it may sound Victorian and drama queenish, but I really, really am suffering from exhaustion.  Insomnia is my rather constantly hounding enemy, and has been particularly bad since the third week of July when I moved back into my marital home.  Getting used to the sounds of a residence I’ve not lived in since fall 2011 exacerbated my wakefulness.  Also, even though the recently inherited rescue cat and almost non-reaction causing dog are in a bigger space, my allergies seem worse here.  I can’t figure out why; but night-time asthma attacks have returned for the first time in two years.

I’m so exhausted that my usual night owl ways abandoned me; I have fallen into bed at early as eight o’clock!   I am asleep within a quarter hour, but awake in less than an hour and unable to sleep till nearly dawn.  Perhaps one night per week, I get as much as six hours of sleep — though never all at one time.  I wake with pounding headaches and a bad attitude.

I hate cooking dinner, doing laundry, or any other domestic task.  I am easily aggravated when things like the overpriced Direct TV crap won’t work to provide me an hour of mindless escape.  (Since in front of the mindless television IS a place I can grab sleep, this is particularly infuriating.)

I lose my temper when the husband calls to complain, but is polite when we are told to do what we’ve already unproductively done.  I want to hear him vocally gut the script-reading customer service asshole rep who tells him that although we bought service insurance, IF they come out and deem nothing wrong with our box, we WILL be charged a fee.  I tell him to tell them that if that happens?  Their service person will leave with a satellite dish up his ass.

So, at the end, we are both tense and devalued feeling by all our interactions.  We are both burnt out and exhausted.  We both feel we are waiting on his overdue retirement and our “happily ever after”….but we have literally no fuel left for this waiting.  We are both exhausted to the point that we worry about falling over in heart attacks or the like.  The adrenalin I’ve run on is gone, even the survive-by-sugar-high strategy has failed.  I am even losing weight WITHOUT dieting or exercising in any meaningful way!  A medically induced coma of about two weeks duration sounds very restful about now.

We both need rest, relaxation and some fun.  All work and no play makes the Minotaur dull and turns me into Medea, if not Medusa.  We’ve had too little fun all along: never a real vacation — only the rare paltry weekend away.  Financial pressures kept us from extravagances like getaways from looking at endless work in gardens and house.  We both tell ourselves, now, that we just hold out till he retires and the winter frees of from looking at the pleading-for-weeding gardens.

But then?  I must somehow plan a retirement party.  And the first Samhain ritual of note in over three years.  And I am so weary and mind-battered it seems like asking me to climb Mt. Everest in a itsy bitsy yellow polka-dot bikini in January.  I feel like all those silly little posters of a kitten hanging onto a branch in a stormy downpour!

And I can only imagine how the Minotaur-husband feels, beleaguered at work as he tries to wind it down and pass on his 20+ years of knowledge to younger workers who must shoulder his massive load.  Exhaustion dogs us, resentment makes me snarly.  And fear?  Oh, the fear — my childhood is recapitulated in my aging years!  Every childhood dream of my life was always snatched away from my reaching fingertips…and that age-old dread stalks my waking hours and my nightmares now.

This is going to take more than meditation and green tea.  I may have to sacrifice the Fed Ex man today….he did NOT knock yesterday (as I sat ten feet from a noisy metal door, I know); he saw no cars and assumed nobody was home.  So he stuck a note on the gate and left, package undelivered.  Since the delivery is a rented camera for a wedding photo shoot THIS weekend, that little bit of stress did not help ANY of us.   The front doors are open today…if that guy gives me just a bit too much lip, hey…

*P.S.  The Fed-Ex guy is safely come and gone, no blood shed.  Tho’ Jack DID act as if he thought the guy looked Lunchable.


Tagged: allergies, asthma, exhaustion, insomnia
04 Sep 17:57

Word of the Day: Atelier

by Sara Menuck

(n.); artist’s studio or workshop; c. 1840, from the old French astelier (“carpenter’s workshop, woodpile”)

“Part of what I loved about poetry was how the distinction between fiction and nonfiction didn’t obtain,” [Lerner] says, “how the correspondence between text and world was less important than the intensities of the poem itself.”

From “With Storms Outside, Inner Conflicts Swirl”

How the old French word for a splinter of wood (astelle, likely from the Latin astula) evolved to eventually refer to an artist’s abode may be fodder only for the most archaic linguist. The rest of us will be satisfied in the knowledge that such places do exist, and that from them we’re treated to tapestries of thought and poetry woven into sublime works of art. For example, take some satisfaction in reading the New York Time‘s review of Ben Lerner’s latest novel, 10:04, an intertextual tapestry of reality and metaphor. Or, take a gander at this poignant webcomic from Asaf Hanuka.

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04 Sep 17:54

Municipal Net?

by Big Bad Bald Bastard
I've long been of the opinion that municipalities should be able to provide internet access to their residents. The internet itself is the product of government action, why let private corporations act as its gatekeepers? In my estimation, the internet should be a public utility, like the electricity, water, and sewerage providers (yeah, I know that those utilities have been privatized in many regions, and I think that's a disaster).

It's interesting that a corporation should be fighting against state laws aimed at nipping municipal internet providers in the bud, but Netflix is a competitor to the huge cable companies. That the anti-public internet legislation was written at the behest of the cable companies is self-evident... these monsters are fighting to keep their near-monolithic control at the expense of just about every other business in the country. The fact that one of the largest internet providers in the country crapped out for over an hour and a half underscores the foolishness of allowing a handful of corporations to control the vital business of information exchange.

Letting Comcast's and Netflix' lawyers battle this out is insufficient... it's time to get vocal about this issue. Municipal internet is the answer. Our tax dollars created the internet, our tax dollars should be used to provide connectivity to everyone.
04 Sep 17:53

Aquatic Erotic: A Sex in Water Guide

by kittystryker

Sex on the beach sounds great in romance novels or depicted in From here to eternity, but sand in your nether regions can make for a more abrasive reality. Still, watery lust abounds in myth and pop culture – just think rakish pirates and neatly pressed seamen, or sirens singing sailors to their shipwrecked graves. And what about Mr Darcy, emerging from a lake, wet shirt clinging to his chest? If any of these tick your boxes, you’ll want to keep reading.

Aqua vitae
Water is often characterised as feminine. In astrology, water signs are considered to be empathetic, imaginative and intuitive – all sensual traits. The Lady of the Lake, Nimue, rises from the depths to offer King Arthur his sword Excalibur. The ebb and flow of the tide relates to the movement of the moon, also feminine in myth and legend, and equally mysterious.

While it may be linked to the feminine, water isn’t always gentle, and neither are the spirits within it. Russian folklore tells of Banniki – malevolent spirits known for raping and killing those who wander into a bathhouse alone at midnight. Selkies are shapeshifters who shed their seal pelts to reveal human forms. The bean-sidhe is a female spirit who sits by the water to wash the bloody clothes of those about to die. Many bodies of water were considered to house a faery of some kind who would claim a sacrifice in exchange for safety.

Back in the realm of the human, water is often used as an instrument of torture. The Dark Ages are notorious for the forced dunking of suspected witches by way of the cucking or ducking stool, or indeed the slow, agonizing anticipation of the Chinese water torture dripping on the forehead. The lack of external wounds left from torture involving water has made the practice just as prevalent in recent times, from waterboarding in Guantánamo to water cannons in riot control operations.

Relaxing into the mood
Although these frightening associations can give water a powerful resonance, it is just as often used to heal as to harm. Steam rooms and hot springs have been used since Roman times to aid relaxation. Watsu is a form of physical therapy, a muscle stretching technique that uses water to help the practitioner manipulate the body. By using the body’s natural tendency to float, Watsu helps people with limited range of movement access the benefits of other types of stretching, like yoga. Similarly, because water releases us from the usual constraints of our bodies by supporting us, it makes otherwise impossible sexual positions available.

Sex fully supported in water can be fantastic for fat folks who want to try various positions but struggle to have the support for our bodies.  It can also be useful for people with limited mobility, as the water’s buoyancy allows a freedom of movement hard to achieve in the bedroom. Be wary about slipperiness, though!

And don’t wrap your legs behind your head in the local swimming pool just yet. Water sex can be a struggle at times and there is lots to consider. It’s difficult to keep a condom from slipping off when submerged in water, so safer sex is difficult. Lubricant, both natural and water-based, will wash away, hindering penetrative play. Chlorine isn’t great for genitalia, and bathtubs are often not big enough for two. So what is a wannabe water nymph or merman to do after exhausting the possibilities of the jacuzzi or the showerhead?

Do some reading
Feeling a bit wet behind the ears? Let’s start with some foreplay: reading erotica to your lover while they’re in the bath or while you share a hot tub Feeling the hot water relaxing the muscles while listening to some well-written smut can be the perfect way to start out an evening of romance, whether with a partner or without. There are actually waterproof erotic books available nowadays, with stories ranging from romantic to filthy and cater to all sorts of orientations and inclinations, so you’ll no doubt find something to soap your dish.

Have a spa
In Sex is fun! Creative ideas for exciting sex, Kidder Kaper suggests recreating a spa experience in your own home. Try drawing a warm, scented bath for your lover and using a warm cloth to gently massage and wash is incredibly hot. You can massage shampoo and conditioner into their hair while they relax, and use a pitcher to rinse their hair. Don’t forget to have a nice warm robe for them to step into afterwards – and a freshly made bed, just in case.

Toys
An exciting follow up to waterproof erotica is a waterproof toy. There’s now a huge assortment of waterproof vibes out there. They’re fantastic for use on your clitoris underwater, but you can also try using it on the head of a cock, or holding the vibrator in your palm while you let the tingle travel down a finger for use around nipples or other sensitive bits. Make sure the toy you’re using is waterproof, not simply water resistant, or you’ll kill the buzz, as it were.

Slip and slide
While you’d expect a wet and wild encounter to add more, well, wetness, the opposite is true: natural and water-based lubricants simply rinse away. The solution here is silicone lubricant – just be sure not to use silicone lube with a silicone toy, as they’re not compatible: the lube can dissolve the surface of silicone toys, making them sticky and causing them to slowly disintegrate.

Go deeper
One of the biggest problems people have with sex in the shower or the bath is having a safe, stable place to rest a foot or hold onto. Nothing ruins a steamy session like grabbing the shower curtain rail and having it fall, or putting a foot on the soap dish and having it break off.

There are suction cup foot rests and handles that use a fierce amount of suction to attach themselves to your bathroom tiles (I’ve used them, and I’m about 250lbs, but YMMV). As these are light and portable they can travel with you on romantic getaways to bathrooms up and down the land. They’re also fairly inconspicuous, so it’s unlikely anyone will ask questions if you forget to remove them – ‘I put my foot up on that while I’m shaving my legs’ is a good excuse if you need one. There are also suction-cup dildos, and suction-cup bondage cuffs, if you want to liven up your play even more, though these are harder to explain if you forget to hide the evidence.

Ice things up
On the subject of cuffs, there are ways to enjoy the sensual pleasures of water while not immersed in it. Consider a vibrator that you can grip an ice cube in, for example, or one that puts the ice in a sleeve to make less of a mess. Cold vibration against a nipple is an amazing feeling, especially if your partner is blindfolded and doesn’t know what’s coming.

Or rub some ice on a reddened rear in the middle of a spanking – it feels soothing at the time, and the wetness of the skin will make the next smacks sting just that little bit more. Use small cubes for a soothing massage by rubbing them firmly against sore muscles.

Edgier water kinks
For those who like their play that bit kinkier (and have experience and first aid training), combining water with breathplay seems an obvious choice. Water bondage can involve predicaments, such as having someone tied so either they have to pull up a water bucket or stand on their tiptoes. If you prefer simple ties, doing them in water can add a feeling of helplessness and weightlessness. Spraying a bound lover with cold water can be startling and humiliating in a way that’s very sexy for some people.

There is also drowning play of various kinds, but breathplay is risky at the best of times, so adding water and fear of drowning into the mix might be too much. As with all sexual exploration, it’s crucial to do your research, and communicate, communicate, communicate.

Getting wet? Well, experiment! These suggestions are just the tip of the iceberg – there’s a lot of fun to be had in and out of one of nature’s most important resources. Whether shower or steam room, lake or pool, channel the naiad in you and open up a whole new realm of pleasure.

Do:
Use silicone lubricant for underwater penetration
Make sure you have non-slippery footing and things to hold onto
Use a waterproof toy – make sure it’s submergable
Keep drinking water on hand and make sure the water you’re in isn’t too hot – dehydration isn’t sexy

Don’t:
Attempt breathplay without first aid training (and even then, be aware it’s still dangerous!)
Use soap foam around the vagina – it’ll irritate
Expect a condom to be effective in water – have an alternative plan for safer sex

Your Wet and Wild Toybag

-directed flow showerhead
-waterproof vibrator (not silicone if using with silicone lube)
-waterproof erotica
-silicone lubricant
-suction cup accessories – handles, footrests, cuffs
-fluffy towels

Three positions to try

In the shower
If you want to enjoy sex in the shower, a showerhead with a hose is the way to go. Doggy style sex makes it easy to hold on, and with a moveable showerhead you can get the spray against your clit while your partner’s hard at work. Many showerheads also have multiple power settings so you can experiment with different sensations.

In the Jacuzzi/spa pool
Jacuzzis (or spa pools) are exciting because of the jets. Have your lover kneel in the deepest part of the water, and with your shoulders and head resting on a towel pillow by the edge of the tub, let your body float. They can use their tongue on your junk while letting the water lap over your bits, or stand and thrust into you as you float.

In the lake or pool
It’s sometimes fun to get up to some naughty business without anyone knowing. So, swim out till you get into some water that’s chest high. Have your lover lift you up, using the buoyancy of the water to support your weight as you wrap your legs around them and you kiss. They can now stimulate you with their fingers. If you’re with someone with a cock (silicone or otherwise!) they can lift you onto their cock for some underwater sex.

04 Sep 17:50

Texas Kindergarden Sends Five-Year-Old Home Because He Has Awesome Hair

by Ampersand

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This story is sort of an intesectionality jackpot, combining as it does elements of racism, religious bigotry, and sexism.

For five-year-old Malachi Wilson, the first day of kindergarten will always be one he remembers. As it turns out, Monday, which was the first day of school for students at F.J. Young Elementary School in Seminole, Texas, was not Malachi’s first day of school because he was sent home because of the length of his hair.

School principal Sherrie Warren informed April Wilson, Malachi’s mother, that Malachi’s hair is too long since he is a boy; therefore, he would not be able to attend classes until he got a haircut.[...]

She explained to the principal that for religious beliefs Native Americans consider hair sacred and spiritual. The principal then asked Wilson if she could prove Malachi is Native American.

After Malachi and his mother left the school, Wilson called the Navajo Nation to assist in the documentation process. She also called a member of the American Indian Movement, who called the school district’s superintendent.

As the photo shows, Malachi’s hair is neat and well groomed. This wasn’t about cleanliness, or tidiness; it was the school forcing its gender ideology on a helpless little boy.

The school district’s rules (pdf link) include an exemption to the dress code for religious reasons, and Malachi was allowed to attend school the next day (after the American Indian Movement and the Navajo Nation interceded on Malachi’s behalf). But he never should have been sent home in the first place, and no religious exemption should be required. Why are the people who write rules like these so small-minded, so intolerant of any difference, and so eager to force their gender ideology down other people’s throats?

Colorlines notes that “The school district is ostensibly named for the Seminole people. The district’s schools use various Native mascots, and refer to their students as ‘Indians and Maidens.’”

04 Sep 17:44

Higher Education?

by syrbal-labrys

photoI remember the 50’s, ok?  I was a child of the 50’s.  Women went to college to meet men who were educated.  When I graduated high school in 1971, my father was not worried that my grandmother-created college fund had been eroded almost away by having me pay for family financial crisis issues.  After all, as he put it, I only needed a year or two and I would be married.

Never mind that I had no desire to marry (some days, 37+ years into marriage, I still feel that way) and I wanted college to make a life for myself.  I didn’t  get much of it with my mere $2000 left…but one thing I didn’t worry about much on the small campus of a small Kansas town?

I didn’t worry about rape.  It never entered my mind.  Apparently, it never entered the mind of administrators of the University of Kansas, either.  Not because it doesn’t happen — but because they seem to consider it just part and parcel of a woman’s educational “process”.  So, when a man admits the woman said “No” and “Stop” and yet he didn’t; why does the college consider it “too punitive” to give the dick even community service?  Why is the victim threatened with arrest for underage drinking at the fraternity party; but the rapist got NO serious consequences?

Any woman reader can tell you, this IS the approach to rape.  If a woman has had a drink…or many drinks, either way, she is just a party girl with no rights to decide who uses her vagina like a public utility.  If a woman has ever said “Yes” to any man, there are certain segments of the male population who take the view it therefore must mean yes to EVERY man at any time.  So, while it is no shock to women that a patriarchal society worries more about the male perpetrator than the female victim, it pisses us off mightily.

And guys?  Just a note, ok?  Eventually we WILL get mad in sufficient numbers all at once to fuck your shitty patriarchal ways UP.  Since you have always dismissed rape victims as “whiny little bitches who wanted it”?  We will see who is the whiny little bitch THEN.


Filed under: Life, PTSD Journals, War on Women Tagged: education, feminism, rape, rape culture
03 Sep 11:45

The Art of Posture

by Hallie Bateman

artist_with_chair

Contrary to what the fear-mongering propagandists in modern medicine would have you believe, it truly does not matter how you sit while doing art as long as you get as close to your work (page, canvas, glowing screen, hunk of limestone, open flame, etc.) as you possibly can.

If chiropractors had their way, making art would be as stiff and passionless as a middle-school dance chaperoned by your mother. But as all the greatest artists in history knew, the act of creation should be a full sensory experience!

davinci

Da Vinci painted the “Mona Lisa” entirely while sprawled on the floor.

michelangelo

Michelangelo never saw the statue of David from afar until he was completely finished.

rembrandt

Vermeer had to repaint “Girl with the Pearl Earring” dozens of times because he kept smearing the paint with his feet.

To make a true work of art, you must get on its level. A handy trick for testing whether you’re sitting correctly is to stick your tongue out.

 

licker

 

Are you licking your art? If so, your posture is flawless.

Don’t worry. If you absolutely must sit at a desk (e.g you’re at work or in a public place, the floor is made of lava, etc.) just try to let gravity do the work.

 

desk_1

 

Slide your shoulders forward, stretch your neck, and allow your head to sink down towards your masterpiece.

 

desk_2

 

Ideally your eyes will be no more than two or three inches from the page so as to follow the movements of your chosen tool with perfect synchronicity.

 

close_up

 

If you are bothered by the pain or serious health problems caused by sitting like this, you should probably ask yourself if you’re really cut out to be an artist. If you can’t handle a little pinched nerve or a curved spine, find another profession (since that’s clearly all this is to you). In fact, consider becoming a chiropractor if you care about spines so much.

While still maintaining super-close eye contact with your work, make efforts to bend, tangle, and tie up your limbs as much as possible. Once you’re tied up, stick with your chosen pose as long as possible.
tangled

 

By scrunching up your body like this you prevent the juices from flowing. Which is perfect, because if the juices start flowing it might get you thinking about something other than the anxiety and self-hatred that drives you.

 

vaulted

 

What would happen if you didn’t make art motivated by those two things? I don’t want to find out. It would turn the art world on its head (in a bad way).

on_head

When you’re finished working, try to move as little as possible. Hobble straight to your bed or lounge chair for a much-needed rest after your long day of (let’s be honest) the greatest workout one can undertake: that of the soul.

 

tired

 

After a lifetime of working like this, the artist’s own body will be his or her greatest masterpiece:

 

old_man

 

Complicated in form and structure.

 

hand

 

Bizarre and thought provoking.

 

onlookers

 

Shocking to its audience.

03 Sep 11:42

Workplace Politics: Is the Risk Worth the Danger?

by Richard Jeffrey Newman

In “Story 16” in “Padeshahan,” or “Kings,” the first chapter of Sa’di’s Golestan—the stories are simply numbered; they are not given titles—the protagonist is having a hard time earning enough money to support his family. He has become so poor, in fact, that he’s begun to think about trying to find work in another country, where no one would know him and he could take whatever job might along, no matter how shameful the work might be. Before taking that last step, however, he asks the story’s narrator, who has royal connections–he is a fictionalized version of Sa’di–to get him a job in the king’s palace.

“Listen,” the narrator replies, “working for the king is a mixed blessing at best.” On the one hand, he goes on, “You will earn more money than you could otherwise hope for. On the other hand, the politics of the royal palace can cost you your life.” The risk, he concludes, is not worth the money.

What follows is a debate between the two friends about who will win out in a place like the king’s palace, someone with a clear conscience, who does his or her work honestly and with integrity, or the enemies and competitors the person with a clear conscience doesn’t yet know she or he has, the schemers who are waiting to sabotage anyone who threatens their standing even before that person starts doing her or his job.

The protagonist thinks the narrator’s cynicism is unwarranted. He says,

If you want to see your enemies embarrassed
by every slur they’ve tried to taint you with,
wear the mantle of your office modestly
and carry out your duties pure of heart.
Do this and you’ll have nothing to fear when you leave.
The king’s launderers beat against stones
only his most deeply stained garments.

In response, the narrator tells “the story of the fox who, when people asked him why he was running away from the palace, explained, “I have heard that camels are being forced into the king’s service.”

“Don’t be foolish!” they replied. “You are not a camel; you don’t look anything like a camel; how could anyone possibly mistake you for a camel?”

“Shh! Keep your voices down!” The fox looked warily from side to side, as if he might have been followed. “If my enemies tell the king’s guard that I am a camel, and the king’s guard catches me, who will dare to speak in my defense? Which guard will have the courage to trust his own eyes an release me? I would be like the man who was bitten by a cobra, waiting, while the poison worked through him, for the antidote to come from Iraq. I’d die before it reached me.”

“Stop thinking about a career in government,” the narrator concludes. “You’re better off accepting your situation as it is.”

The protagonist rejects the narrator’s advice and, as you might expect, in the end, things transpire just as the narrator predicted. One of the protagonist’s enemies accuses him of treason before the king, who does not order an investigation because he chooses to believe the accusation. Once the king’s position becomes clear, everyone who had supported the protagonist turns their backs on him and he is left even more destitute than he was when the story started.

I doubt that anyone reading this works in a royal palace, but I have no doubt that we all recognize the workplace politics that Sa’di describes. As well, I am sure we all work with people who are more like the fox than the protagonist, that we all have colleagues who could be any one of the enemies mentioned in this story, and that we’ve all had bosses like the king whose capriciousness ended the protagonist’s career. The past few years at my own job have been trying ones for a whole range of reasons, but each one would seem to bear out Sa’di’s cynicism when it comes to workplace politics. Nonetheless, despite evidence to the contrary that I have seen with my own eyes, I remain, like Sa’di’s protagonist, an optimist, though I admit this optimism might come more easily to me than to others, given that I am a tenured full-professor.

At the end of the story, Sa’di’s narrator says, basically, I told you so. “You should have listened to me when I compared working for the king to traveling the ocean [in search of treasure]. Each is simultaneously profitable and dangerous.”

Either you’ll walk to the shore with gold-filled hands
or the waves will deposit you there, dead as gold.

The protagonist took that risk and lost. What about you? Do you share his optimism? Are you a risk-taker at work? Why? Why not? Under what circumstances?

Cross-posted.

03 Sep 11:40

Recovering the History of Sound in Video Games

by Allison Meier
Video Games Live orchestral performance of the Tetris theme (photograph by Roxanne Ready, via Flickr)

Video Games Live orchestral performance of the Tetris theme (photo by Roxanne Ready, via Flickr)

The sound of video games has transformed from something seemingly mechanical accenting action to incredibly elaborate acoustic landscapes setting the mood for play. To preserve this history, and show why it’s worth exploring, a new documentary and archive project are underway.

8bit Gramophone (via BEEP)

8bit Gramophone (via BEEP)

Beep: A History of Game Sound — currently crowdfunding for production on Kickstarter — is directed by Karen Collins. A sound designer and the Canada Research Chair in Interactive Audio at the University of Waterloo, she has written extensively on audio in video games, including in the book Playing with Sound: A Theory of Interacting with Sound and Music in Video Games, released last year by MIT Press. Beep is aiming to be the first film on video-game sound history, and also a means of gathering interviews with key figures in its development that will be available as an archive.

As the funding page for Beep states: “We can’t go back and interview early film composers, but we can interview game sound designers and composers from the early days.” The majority of those people are largely unknown, even to gamers. “Most of us could hum the theme song to Super Mario Bros., but how many people know the name of the composer who wrote that music?,” says Collins in the Kickstarter video. (It’s Koji Kondo, who also did The Legend of Zelda and a prolific number of other Nintendo games.)

Image for "BEEP: A History of Game Sound" (courtesy the filmmakers)

Image for “BEEP: A History of Game Sound” (courtesy the filmmakers)

In a technologically nostalgic way, the impetus for Beep is aligned with projects like the Museum of Endangered Sounds. Created in early 2012, the online “museum” is focused on the preservation of sounds from now obsolete electronic media, whether it’s AOL Instant Messenger, Space Invaders, or Encarta MindMaze. Exploring the museum, you start to think of how the sounds of technology have gotten more subtle, from jarring 8-bit noise to gentler, composed sounds. However, in video games, the progress of play is so concentrated on visuals that it can be easy to overlook how audio has been essential to making gaming experiences engaging. Back in 2011, “Baba Yetu” by Christopher Tin for Civilization IV received a Grammy, the first video-game music composition to do so, suggesting that the music of games may be expanding into the mainstream.

The ground Collins is hoping to cover with Beep is ambitious, stretching from Victorian mechanical games to arcades of the 1970s and ’80s, to contemporary responses like the Video Game Orchestra, which gives the full instrumentation treatment to game sounds in live performances. As video games get more recognition as an art form, it will be integral to their history to have a record of these sound creators.

Beep: A Documentary History of Video Game Sound is fundraising on Kickstarter through September 30.

h/t Designing Sound

03 Sep 11:37

Everything Becomes Crystal Clear…

by Robert Farley

Now, at this late hour, we finally come to understand:

Thirty-six hours after the Obama administration banned importation of the classic brand of AK-47 assault rifles as part of sanctions against Russia, a Maryland dealer specializing in the weapon took stock of its inventory.

There was nothing left.

Laboring almost nonstop, workers at Atlantic Firearms in Bishopville, a Worcester County community on the Eastern Shore, had shipped hundreds of Russian-made AK-47s — an assault rifle prized by both consumers and despots — as buyers wiped out gun dealers’ inventories around the country. The frenzy was brought on, in part, by a suspicion among some gun owners that the Russia-Ukraine conflict was a backdoor excuse to ban guns many Democrats don’t like. Some customers bought eight to 10 rifles for nearly $1,000 each or more, stockpiling them as investments.

Did Putin and Obama meet secretly at the G-20 in September 2013, arranging a plan by which Putin could carve up Ukraine and Obama could carve up our Second Amendment rights? It would be irresponsible not to speculate!








03 Sep 11:36

In Dreams Begin Responsibilities

by Paul Campos

“I quit,” I said, my black leather carrying bag already over my shoulder. I’d imagined this scene for years, a triumphant take-this-job delivery followed by my supervisor’s wounded expression.

His face barely registered emotion as he said, “Go tell human resources.”

I worked for a respected social policy research organization, where Barack Obama had applied for a job before he was president. For seven years I’d sat in a windowless office and formatted reports in Microsoft Word. I sauntered to human resources like a movie inmate on his final walk of freedom through Shawshank prison.

Forty-two and single, I was jumping without a net into the potential person I was meant to be. I’d watched Larry Smith’s famous TED Talk about following one’s passion, and enrolled in an advertising portfolio class. I was determined to rebrand myself as a digital copywriter.

“Good for you,” my father said. “We’re meant to take risks. Read ‘Start-Up Nation’!”

You can probably guess where this story is going.

People want to do meaningful, creative, and fulfilling work, while getting paid to do it, which is great.

In America, people are told from an early age that this is a realistic aspiration for them, which is not so great, since for 96.32% of the population, that turns out to be untrue.

I’ve read or at least skimmed thousands of personal statements in law school applications over the years, and not once has anybody said “I want to be a lawyer because it’s a high-status occupation that pays well.” Instead everybody wants to be a lawyer so they can do meaningful, creative, and fulfilling work.

The cynic assumes these people are lying, to the schools, or themselves, or both. The pessimist assumes they’re telling the truth.








03 Sep 11:33

Patrick McLaw, Skepticism, And Law Enfocement's Obliging Stenographers

by Ken White

Imagine a local news channel in a small city. The channel starts running stories fed to it by criminals, thugs, and n'er-do-wells. The stories are uncritical and unquestioning. "Local methamphetamine dealers report that their product is more reasonably priced and safer than ever," goes one report. "Consent: is it an unfairly ambiguous concept?" goes another. "A career burglar explains why alarms are a bad investment," goes the third.

Seems ridiculous, like something out of The Onion, doesn't it? Yet we endure the equivalent all the time — news stories that are indistinguishable from press releases written by law enforcement or government.

Take the story of Patrick McLaw or Maryland. Several writers are posing troubling questions about whether McLaw was suspended from his teaching job, subjected to some sort of involuntary mental health examination, and his home searched based on the fact that he wrote science fiction novels set in 2902 under a pen name. Jeffrey Goldberg explains:

A 23-year-old teacher at a Cambridge, Maryland, middle school has been placed on leave and—in the words of a local news report—"taken in for an emergency medical evaluation" for publishing, under a pseudonym, a novel about a school shooting. The novelist, Patrick McLaw, an eighth-grade language-arts teacher at the Mace's Lane Middle School, was placed on leave by the Dorchester County Board of Education, and is being investigated by the Dorchester County Sheriff's Office, according to news reports from Maryland's Eastern Shore. The novel, by the way, is set 900 years in the future.

Though I am generally receptive to believing the worst about law enforcement and local government, I was skeptical when numerous people emailed asking me to write about this. I suspected that more than two books were at issue. Subsequent reporting suggests that McLaw may have sent a letter that was the trigger of a "mental health investigation":

Concerns about McLaw were raised after he sent a four-page letter to officials in Dorchester County. Those concerns brought together authorities from multiple jurisdictions, including health authorities.

McLaw's attorney, David Moore, tells The Times that his client was taken in for a mental health evaluation. "He is receiving treatment," Moore said.

Because of HIPPA regulations mandating privacy around healthcare issues, he was unable to say whether McLaw has been released.

McLaw's letter was of primary concern to healthcare officials, Maciarello says. It, combined with complaints of alleged harassment and an alleged possible crime from various jurisdictions led to his suspension. Maciarello cautions that these allegations are still being investigated; authorities, he says, "proceeded with great restraint."

What's more, he told The Times, "everyone knew about the book in 2012."

We need more facts before we draw firm conclusions, but for the moment, I think there is reason to believe that the story may be more complicated than the provocative "authorities overreact to citizen's fiction writing" take.

But it is not at all surprising that people would leap to that conclusion. Two factors encourage it.

The first factor is law enforcement and government overreach. When schools call the police when a student writes a story about shooting a dinosaur, and when law enforcement uses the mechanism of the criminal justice system to attack satirical cartoons or Twitter parodies, it is perfectly plausible that a school district and local cops would overreact to science fiction.

The second factor is very bad journalism. The Patrick McLaw story blowing up over the long weekend can be traced to terrible reporting by WBOC journalist Tyler Butler in a post that was linked and copied across the internet. Butler reported McLaw's pen name as a sinister alias, reported as shocking the fact that McLaw wrote science fiction about a futuristic school shooting, and quoted law enforcement and school officials uncritically and without challenge. Faced with the bare bones of the story, any competent reporter would have asked questions: is this only about the two books he wrote? Was there a basis, other than fiction, to think he posed a threat? Are there any other factors that resulted in this suspension and "mental health examination?" Was the examination voluntary or involuntary? Is it reasonable to suspend and "examine" someone and search their home over science fiction?

Even if authorities refused to answer those questions, a competent reporter would discuss them. "Authorities declined to say whether any factors other than the two books led to the investigation," Tyler Butler might have written. Asking the questions and reporting on them might have restrained our temptation to believe the worst. Instead he gave us this:

Those books are what caught the attention of police and school board officials in Dorchester County. "The Insurrectionist" is about two school shootings set in the future, the largest in the country's history.

Journalists ought to ask tough questions of government and law enforcement, to present us with the facts we need to evaluate their actions. But too often they don't. Too often journalists run with law enforcement "leaks" without considering how the leaks impact the rights of the suspects, or asking why the government is leaking in the first place. Too often journalists allow themselves to be manipulated by law enforcement, not recognizing the manipulation as the important part of the story. To often journalists accept the headline-grabbing take rather than the less scandalous but more correct take. Too often journalists buy access with the coin of deference. Too often journalists report the law enforcement spin as fact.

That's why when a local news channel reports matter-of-factly that a man was detained and "examined" over science fiction, it doesn't occur to us to question the story. Just as it's entirely plausible that the government might do it, it's entirely plausible that journalists might report it without criticism, analysis, or apparent consciousness of how outrageous it would be.

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03 Sep 11:29

ladyloveandjustice: i cannot believe “attractive female” is listed as a power on comicvine Since...

ladyloveandjustice:

i cannot believe “attractive female” is listed as a power on comicvine

Since running Escher Girls, this doesn’t surprise me unfortunately. -_-  So many guys legitimately think that “being hot” is a power, gives women power over men, and more importantly, is a woman’s power fantasy.  They really believe this, in part because a) they feel powerless around attractive women because they want to sleep with/date them but that decision is left entirely in her hands to decide and thus, they feel like she has all the power b) attractive women are next to heroic men in every genre, so they assume this must be the female corollary because they assume life is fair c) they want to believe that what THEY like to see is what women want to be because they can’t see things from any perspective other than their own and they assume because they’re leering at women, women must enjoy being leered at.

So I can totally believe they think “attractive female” is a superpower worthy of listing because of all those reasons.  Also, in a weirdo “totally immersed in society and not being able to see beyond it” way, it is, because it’s basically what women are given in fiction as the one trait we must always have, and which characters often use to get stuff. -_- 

The one thing I don’t get though is that EVERY female character in comics is attractive.  Even random scientists or nerd girls are drawn with the same figure, especially if you have an artist that only draws one single woman (like a Churchill or a Campbell).  So if every woman looks like that, does having big breasts, tiny waist, long legs, etc make you attractive?  Wouldn’t that make you normal? -_o  It’s like when I was watching Wolverine & the X-Men and Emma Frost showed up and all the guys were staring at her and the other women were jealous, but it’s like YOU ALL LOOK BASICALLY THE SAME THOUGH. 

Again, the problem with drawing all your women as clones. -_-

03 Sep 11:28

Tracing a Lineage of Tech-Minded Women Artists

by Jillian Steinhauer
Installation view, 'Coded After Lovelace' at Whitebox Art Center (GIF by Faith Holland)

Installation view, ‘Coded After Lovelace’ at Whitebox Art Center, with work by Lillian Schwartz projected on back wall, work by Rosa Menkman on TVs in center, and work by Claudia Hart on wall at left  (GIF by Faith Holland)

It’s hard now to go more than a couple months without stumbling across another exhibition showing “artists [who] question the boundary between art and technology.” It’s enough to make you never give another crap about the boundary between art and technology. But I’m not sure the artists involved in such shows actually do either — at least not the ones in Coded After Lovelace. The seven artists in this all-women, cross-generational show curated by Faith Holland and Nora O’Murchú at Whitebox Art Center seem concerned less with boundaries and more with possibilities.

Those start with Lillian Schwartz, a mother of digital art and rightly the star here. Schwartz began making art with computers in the 1960s — long before they were widely available — and in 1968 became an artist in residence at Bell Laboratories. There she made computer-generated and animated films in which shapes of color float, pop, pulse, and swirl to original scores by contemporary composers. Three of these early films can be watched, with the help of 3D glasses, in large succession on the back wall of the space, along with three more recent efforts (now an octogenarian, Schwartz continues to make art with the help of younger artists and assistances). The new works are smooth and mesmerizing, but the ones from the ’70s are truly remarkable in their foreshadowing of what art could and was to become (see: any and all abstract net art).

Carla Gannis, from left to right: "Re(presented) May 06 [Doppleganger]" (2012) and "Re(presented) May 07 [Private Eye]" (2012) (click to enlarge)

Carla Gannis, from left to right: “Re(presented) May 06 [Doppleganger]” (2012) and “Re(presented) May 07 [Private Eye]” (2012) (photo by the author for Hyperallergic) (click to enlarge)

Schwartz’s films have cousins of a sort in Rosa Menkman‘s work, three of which are playing on old TV monitors occupying the center of the room (and set facing the same direction as the Schwartz selections, so that you can watch both simultaneously). With her trippy, glitchy shorts set to fuller, noisier music, Menkman represents a logical step or two beyond Schwartz: computers used not just to self-reflexive artistic ends but to mess/art up ordinary imagery. In this vein, the two Menkman works that suggest outdoor journeys through the lens of a computer tripping on acid — “01: Explosions in Minature aka Lucid” and “02: One Billion Steps aka The longer you sit on a bus, the smaller the world becomes” (both 2013) — are the strongest; her third piece, black and white and entirely abstract, bears a little too much resemblance to a really good screen saver.

Another pioneer on offer, perhaps surprisingly, is Arleen Schloss, she of the 1970s–80s Downtown New York scene. Schloss’s contribution here is a video partly of, partly about her 1986 “media opera” “A.E. Bla Bla Bla,” which she staged at the Ars Electronica festival that year. The opera centers on word play with the letters of the alphabet, which in the video takes the form both of people wielding oversize As, Rs, Ts, etc. and of poetry intoned over horns and drums and flashing images. It’s a bit beguiling, but also refreshing for this type of show — a reminder that “technology” does not exclusively mean “computers.”

Olia Lialina's "Animated GIF Model" on view outside Whitebox (photo by the author for Hyperallergic)

Olia Lialina’s “Animated GIF Model” on view outside Whitebox (photo by the author for Hyperallergic)

Schloss’s raw and raucous energy is picked up by Olia Lialina, whose web 1.0–style GIFs show her alternately twirling, hula-hooping, playing accordion, and swinging. Like Schloss, Lialina explores not just technology but the performance of it, turning herself into a kind of standard “Animated GIF Model” (2005) that both individualizes and universalizes her internet presence.

And here we return to that familiar question of what it means to be a person on the internet today, which is taken up in different ways by the last three artists in the show. In her ongoing Non-Facial Recognition Project (2011–), Carla Gannis transforms people’s social media profile pictures beyond recognition, scrambling them into surreal digital portraits; Hart’s stronger work of two in the show, “Caress” (2011), features a creepy, humanoid figure writhing in a narrow, coffin-like space; and Jillian Mayer’s re-creation of skywriting assures the visitor that “you’ll be okay.” But like real skywriting, Mayer’s digital message is fleeting, and as the white slowly fades to blue, we’re left to wonder whether we agree.

Claudia Hart, "Caress" (2011) (GIF by Faith Holland)

Claudia Hart, “Caress” (2011) (GIF by Faith Holland)

With the exception of Schloss, all the work in Coded After Lovelace uses technology as subject as well as medium — a logical fascination given its rapid evolution and pervasiveness. But more than 40 years have passed since Schwartz made those first groundbreaking computer works, and sometimes it feels as though not enough has changed.

Coded After Lovelace ends tonight at Whitebox Art Center (329 Broome Street, Lower East Side, Manhattan) with a closing screening event from 7–10pm.

03 Sep 11:25

Working Hard at Relaxing

by kittystryker

I just got back from a mini vacation near Guerneville. A quaint cabin in the woods, even, complete with a hot tub, a grill, and a murder shed in the backyard. It was easier than I expected to not spend the weekend on my phone, mainly because there was no signal- so I was forced to leave my laptop be, not write frantically on the various topics I have lined up in my ratty notebook. But I found myself glancing at my email, often torn between wanting to soak in the tub or play games and wanting to use the peaceful time to crank out half-written articles.

It’s not just this weekend- I find that vacations stress me out. Like, work is stressful, but I feel productive and I know where I stand, I accomplish things, and I enjoy my job. Vacations, though, involve this feeling of needing to make it “worthwhile”, as rather than making money I’m spending it. So when I go to a new place, I feel the need to find all the fun things to do in that area, and systematically do them, ticking each one off some imaginary list. I also pressure myself to take photos so that when I later write about my vacation (which of course I will do) I’ll have something to post. A new area is often inspiration for a small photo shoot, too, for social media purposes. It’s hard to turn off the marketing brain.

Even with some stress-relieving measures in place, I still have a hard time letting my franticness go, allowing myself to move at a slower pace. I think this can be an issue for people dealing with anxiety issues generally, as we have a tendency to never chill out, and thus burn out faster. I mean, I’m a freelancer, which is both a benefit and a curse- I don’t require permission to take time off, but I also don’t get paid for it. Thing is, neither do most Americans, unlike every other developed country in the world.

I’ve found it useful to set myself ground rules so my vacations work like a vacation, while also catering a bit to my neurosis. Setting myself only a certain amount of time to sit in front of a screen gives me a chance to see if i’m actually going to get anything done, and I can answer anything particularly important. I find a timer, or a playlist, helps me not get lost on the internet instead of enjoying my time off. I also like to leave the house/hotel for small adventures, especially ones that involve wandering around exploring rather than a list of sights to see. I try to take a few smaller vacations a year versus one long one, so I can play catchup on work more easily. Finally I’ve learned to let people I’m working closely with know I’ll be away, so I can feel ok with marking work emails as priorities to look at… when I get back.

All of this is echoed in this article on making the most out of your vacation, which is pretty good. The one issue I have with it is the assumption you work a regular 9-5 job, which most of the people I know don’t do, so the advice may not entirely fit. I’ll definitely add that when vacations aren’t doable, little at-home getaways (a massage, a hot tub, a hot bath with some tea and a good book, etc) can make a big difference between wanting to rip your hair out and actually having a moment to breathe.

Self care doesn’t come easy, especially when vacations feel like escapism. I’m still learning that it’s ok to opt out of reading tweets and Facebook posts, that there’s always more things to be upset about and it’s ok to take a break for a while. I found this pdf on self care and activist burnout helpful in identifying my own feelings, and maybe it’ll help you too. Sometimes just having a sleepover at a friend’s house can be the vacation and change of scene you need to recenter yourself- I know having the occasional jaunt down to Santa Cruz has been enough to help me focus on my work and activism. Still, too long away and I begin to feel guilty, wanting to get back to work. I’m not entirely sure if it’s just because I like my job, or because I have been taught to feel bad for not working hard.

One day I’ll learn how to take a vacation that’s not a working vacation!

What prevents you from self care? What obstacles have you found when trying to take a vacation? Have you overcome them? What steps do you take?

03 Sep 11:21

Resisting the Urge to Burn It All Down

by Rude One
Back during the Iranian hostage crisis (you know, the thing in Argo that no one got rescued from) in 1979, the Rude Pundit's father had a simple solution. "If I were president," he told the Rude Pundit and his Rude Sister, who always listened intently to their father, like cavechildren gathered around the mad elder telling tales in the shadows, "I'd nuke Iran." Now, he wasn't in the "Bomb, bomb, bomb Iran" camp. He thought they were idiots. No, Rude Dad had a plan. "I'd phone the families of the hostages and tell them that their loved ones won't suffer, that we will nuke the embassy first. And then I'd turn the entire country into a sheet of black glass." If he were still alive, Rude Dad would probably be hosting a Fox "news" show now.

Even then, even very young, the Rude Pundit thought, "That's some fucked-up thinking right there."

In the wake of terrible things happening to us, to our own, our impulse is to fuck shit up. In the immediate aftermath of 9/11, you could have made a pretty good argument to level the mountains of Tora-Bora and declare it a radioactive graveyard. Now, after the second goddamned public murder of an American journalist by the worthless goatfuckers of the Islamic State, the drumbeat for war, war, war in Iraq and Syria will get deafening. The battle cries of the oh-so-brave politicians and commentators have been yelped over the editorial pages and on the fetid air of right-wing radio and TV.

Which is just what ISIS wants. Down in hell, Osama bin Laden must be slapping his head, thinking, "Holy shit, did these fuckers learn nothing from me wrecking their economy and breaking their foreign policy into a thousand pieces?" The urge to burn it all down is strong. But unless you kill them all - and that means every family member, every ally, every sympathizer far and wide - all you're doing is making them stronger. Martyrs want their martyrdom.

War is their game. You wanna play their game again? For chrissake, the cockmonger who beheaded Steven Sotloff taunted, "I'm back, Obama." It's almost patriotic to want to see that guy forced to eat his own intestines until he chokes or bleeds to death.

Obama is taking it slow, not because he doesn't care or doesn't know or is incompetent or whatever else people on the left and right have been hurling at the White House. It's because that's what you do when you give a fuck about the consequences of your actions. We have hurtled ourselves into the void before. And we ended up here.

Can we figure out a strategy that might actually work, like the air support that helped Iraqi forces break the siege of one town?

Take a breath. Figure out the complexity of the situation (which involves more than crazed Islamic radicals taking over territory and nearly genociding people). 

A little patience, maybe. And perhaps a whole bunch of American snipers.

(Note: This is not the promised piece to piss you off. The Rude Pundit ran out of time today to write that. Tomorrow, good people, tomorrow.)
03 Sep 11:19

Much Madness is Divinest Sense.

by Robert Yang

A couple things got me thinking:
  • Source SDK Base 2013 does not require any purchases whatsoever, and is freely available to all Steam users.
  • DOTA2 is using Source Engine 2, or at least some substantial derivative of it.
To me, that means Source 1 is definitely nearing the end of its life, and Source 2013 will stand as (perhaps) the last definitive engine fork for Source 1. There's a good chance I won't have to fix up my release ever again because of Valve updating Episode Two and breaking all mod compatiblity: furthermore, anyone will be able to download Source 2013 and play my mod.

Preliminary tests look promising: both chapters of Radiator 1 worked in Source 2013 with just a little massaging. So, contrary to all expectations (I'm as surprised as anyone), I'm dusting off the rest of Radiator 1 and the whole thing might actually get completed now, several years later. I'm cutting a lot of the stuff I planned before (mostly boring puzzle gameplay stuff that I was trying to hack-together using map scripting) and the end is already in sight, it's just going to be a lot of narrative scripting and re-learning the rhythms of working in Hammer.

... And hopefully this'll be the last time I have to edit and update this thing.

(Oh, and I've also updated my portfolio with all the latest trends. HTML5! Bootstrap-whatever! Responsive-whatsits!)
02 Sep 11:04

What? I Write For a Website? Since When?

by Cerberus

There is this to be optimistic about. The fact that after years of being unable to get the general populace to give a damn about the shockingly high number of unarmed black men executed by violent psychopath cops, we’re finally having a national conversation about it and the media is having to report on the issue… And it only took having a police department go complete stereotypical movie villain and arresting so many journalists that the American news media was shamed into pretending it cared. Go progress?

So it turns out that detangling 8 and a half years worth of comingled stuff, packing up half of it, rearranging the other half into a livable area, and acquiring a new housemate takes up a little more time than I had anticipated. No worries. Luckily nothing major occurred during the impromptu summer vacation! [step over the corpse of Michael Brown]

Nope, nothing at all.

So, yeah… Ferguson.

I don’t even know where to begin with this one. I mean, we have the everpresent slaughter of unarmed black men and boys by Klansmen-wannabe cops who mistake house keys for sixteen grenades and a rocket launcher. We have people actually protesting and protesting hard something that for a long time the black community was expected to shrug off (oh, did they kill off another one of our kids, yeah, that happens).

There’s the cops. Oh wow, is there the cops. I mean, threads like this one or the Ferguson twitter hashtag tried to record the sheer scope of the abuses committed by the totally not racist, homocidal, and corrupt cops of St Louis. I mean, for fuck’s sake, the cops managed to somehow combine all the worst traits of ever sci-fi villain mook army, deranged dictatorships, torture camps, and Segregation Revivalists into some sort of epic ball of pure unadulterated fuckwittery. I mean, first there’s the shooting itself and the way it was left for the people like it was the message to the community from the first season of the Wire*. Add to that the random rule that people needed to keep marching always for it to count as a rally. The theft of medical supplies from churches helping the protesters. The general attacks on the protesters. The arrest of countless foreign journalists. The beatings of unarmed women and children. The constant use of tear gas as a means to terrorize rather than for any legitimate aim. Overall, the whole thing has reminded me most of the media’s response to the Occupy rallies in its sheer level of baldfaced corruption with the knowledge that the proles will be powerless to change anything.

And that’s all before we count the actions they’ve pushed because they thought it exonerated them. Like the murder of Kajieme Powell which was supposed to show how the brave and heroic Klansmen… I mean, cops are under constant threat of the darkies and their murderous ways when what it showed was a kid with a knife sick and tired of the constant threat hanging around young black men and so stole something and asked for the cops to kill him just to see if they would kill him too.

And they did, gunning him down after 17 fucking seconds while he was already backing off before rolling over his body and handcuffing the corpse.

That’s right. They arrested a fucking corpse.

And this is the tale they decided to heavily publicize. To make themselves look good. This is what they thought would win the day and get America to forget about the concept of justice and accept a new reality where white cops and white wannabe cops can serve as Judge Dredd, serving as judge, jury, and executioner.

And well… they’re not wrong. I mean, if there’s anything that’s become painfully clear walking this beat, it’s the fact that the American public… or rather the media who claims to work for the American public and the scared stupid white fuckers hiding in the suburbs from the amorphous cloud of “crime” they think wanders across the post-apocalyptic wasteland they imagine cities to be… are all to eager to fall for any racist ball of bullshit that’s thrown at them.

I mean, it’s why the cops refused to even investigate a small clump of robberies, even though the owners of the business had the thief on camera and called and asked for help. Because they knew that was all that was needed to sell the standard claim of “rampant looting” which has been the default tactic any time the powerful have wanted to head off any empathy for black suffering** for at least 20 years now.

And it works. We’re only too eager to cling to any excuse needed to short circuit that pesky pang of regret or human desire for mutualism and support and remember that the escaped slaves aren’t people, but an uppity underclass who has long forgotten their place and role at the master’s feet begging for a night without a beating.

So yeah, of course the right wing has been terrible about this shit, grabbing any excuse to blame and minimize the protesters and their well-worded concerns and common-sense demands. To demonize the corpse, as they did with Trayvon Martin. And of course, as my co-blogger recorded aptly in the previous post, in hundreds of thousands of dollars in support of Michael Brown’s murderer, even though cops never face any sort of consequence for their actions. Because that’s the real dark underbelly of this whole shit show.

The fact that our justice system for a damn long while now has been about keeping the underclass terrorized. Cops aren’t asked to solve crimes, they are asked to remind the lesser their place. To harass the black man, to dismiss the rape of women, to mock the wounded queer, to simply refuse to investigate the murder of “trannies”.

Yeah, there’s a lot to unpack and a metric fuckton of posts I could harvest for this screed, but first I want to focus on three specific things, because they are very related to why this happened, why this keeps happening, and why we can’t ever hope to have a functional justice system in this country until this is fixed.

1) In each of these murders of unarmed black men, the cops have argued they were in fear for their lives. They had to act quick to put down a dangerous suspect. That it was the only way to save lives. Each time, we’re asked to excuse the tens of bullets pumped into children and young adults as the standard price to pay for safety. And further more that this accident or fear or whatever shouldn’t be investigated like an actual crime nor in any way harm the livelihood of the poor cop involved.

Except… I think cop is pretty much the sole profession, where you can fuck up to the point of killing a person and everyone shrugs it off. I mean, for fuck’s sake, doctors who genuinely try and do everything to save a patient but fucked up a minor step often lose their licenses and are banned permanently from medicine. But we’re supposed to wave off a cop demonstrating that they are wholly unqualified for the job they hold and conclude that this is a cop who needs to be back on the streets and in the trusty blue.

And it’s this circling to protect, as has been documented by countless academics studying police corruption and dramatized by shows like The Wire, which ensure that not only are the worst performers protected even from the illusion of consequences (thus demonstrating to every poorly trained authoritarian who seeks out this profession of power that they can straight up murder, assault, and rape with impunity, completely above the law), but that the whole edifice becomes about protecting said fuckups. Imagine a situation where doctors who regularly poison patients weren’t fired immediately or stripped of their licenses, but protected, promoted, and every real doctor was asked to falsify documents, give testimony, obfuscate, and injure to protect said homocidal lunatic. Would you ever enter a fucking hospital again? Bob know. But for some reason, we expect to put up with a police force which has become a terrorizing gang based on fear than anything else, simply because these authoritarian assholes have guns and the unchecked ability to make up whatever bullshit they want to gain an arrest.

I mean, for fuck’s sake, the cops of St Louis were issued with body cameras in response to the many instances lately of inopportune breaking of the law and I doubt this will at all dent the notion most cops have that they are untouchable and above critique. Because there is no teeth to enforcement. Who will be there to make sure that the camera footage of an execution isn’t “lost” like the records of those jouranlists who were arrested? And who will prosecute the cops when the whole edifice is designed around insuring they never face consequences.

But it gets even worse because of:

2) Again, the whole “accident” argument…

It’s interesting that the overwhelming number of dead gunned down by “accident” by cops are black or otherwise brown. That whites and especially richer or middle class whites don’t seem to be at the mercy of these barbarians. Suburban teen fuckups who pull a piece on a cop have their parents mailed a subpoena rather than having their parents open a casket for the showing of the body.

And we can have a very illustrative look at that by noting its temporal proximity with another major story this year:

The Bundy ranch.

I mean, let’s look at it. Teenage boys with no weapons. AIEEE, gun it down before it pulls out a super uzi and wipes out every white man on the planet. Grown, angry, and notably violent men pointing guns at law enforcement, threatening to kill them, and doing everything in their power to reveal themselves as a threat? Oh, let’s do be careful to make sure they don’t hurt themselves. Let’s not even arrest them or make sudden moves, lest they burn down their own compound and we get harassed by right-winger conspiracy theorists for twenty years.

Fuck, these violent scum, were so desperate for a confrontation and so utterly blue-balled of the cops hesitance to even enforce the fucking law with federal orders that a pair of them ended up going on a goddamn shooting spree just to get the reaction they wanted.

We make every allowance we can for white conservative types to the point of allowing them to break more laws or continue breaking the law the arrest is for, just so no one is hurt in responding.

But black kid? Gun it down, it might have gum! And yes, the victim is nearly always treated as an “it”, something disposable and inherently dangerous simply for the color of the skin or the economic class they are born into. And it ends up creating two completely different experiences of law. For blacks, cops are a violent gang one is powerless to combat, something that will kill your children, harass you, and arrest you for the most meaningless of reasons and who will never view you as a person. Whereas white conservative types have an experience where no law they break is ever enough to get responded to with any sense of urgency or alarm. And it ends up shaping the whole system of justice into a deliberate enforcing of hierarchy and place complete with lynchings by authority figures.

Cross us, live in the wrong neighborhood, show too much spine, or just not cower in a way that lets us stroke our micropenis to the notion of subjugating blacks back into a state where they better dance and smile and say “yes, massa” if they don’t want to die, and we will kill you and leave your body as a warning to anyone else who may dare think they are people.

And it expands from there to corrupt every facet of so-called justice. Whether it be the appalling way that rape and domestic violence are prosecuted, the way that murders of queers aren’t really investigated, the way that marginalized groups fighting back are treated more harshly than dominant groups straight up murdering someone. The way that crimes by the rich aren’t even treated as crimes and where few even believe that the law will protect their rights or help them prove their innocence if they are wrongly arrested.

Let me state that bluntly. People don’t expect the law to work like the law. People try and avoid any interaction with the cops, especially if they are marginalized, because they are trained that who they are matters way more than what they did. And that brings us to our last point before I actually begin this failapalooza.

3)I’m going to talk about an Anita Sarkeesian video on violence against women and gaming… Trust me, I’m going somewhere with this. The video is here for those who want to watch through it (Trigger warnings for lots and lots of virtual violence against women):

Okay, the piece I wanted to talk about is the part where she’s talking about a submission in Watch_Dogs where you need to witness a violent sexual or domestic crime against a woman and then have no other recourse to chase down the perp and gun him down to respond to it. And how she connected that to the way that women, especially sex workers, are often only in games, just so they can be brutalized as a means of demonstrating setting and showing that the character shouldn’t feel bad about killing the bad guys.

Now this is just gaming and its tropes, but it illustrates a rather nasty worldview that has metastasized into some ever-expanding Akira of death and destruction within our justice system and indeed throughout the whole of the right and a large part of the mushy middle.

And it’s this notion that criminals are bad guys, who one can and should only respond to with violent murder. And furthermore, that criminals are a wholly different class of people from “normal people” and committing one crime is indistinguishable from committing any type of crime. The guy doing the street mugging to get some cash will become a murderer or a rapist if given half a chance. A home invader is probably going to want to pull some sick torture shit on your kids like it was a horror movie. A guy who smokes some weed or immigrates to this country without waiting for our broken and racist system to approve him even though our country bankrupted his is a criminal and thus something other than human.

This worldview has been internalized by cops, judges, and a majority of people who will ever sit in a jury box. It is the reason that our prison system is essentially torture and few have the political will to change it. It’s the reason that conservatives think claiming that Michael Brown committed a robbery or Trayvon Martin… did something… is somehow a justification for someone else committing homocide.

And yeah, it definitely gets fitted with all our racist, classist garbage. And is why every single black and brown and poor person is seen as inherently criminal. And of course why being said criminal means they are inherently a threat. And yes, why cops feel justified in being judge, jury, and executioner for anyone they even suspect of being a “criminal”, even if the reason they suspect them of being so is their brown skin.

But even more insidiously is the way this black or white, there’s the bad guy who gets gunned down for being an evil criminal and the heroic hero who dispatches the worthless son of a bitch, erases any chance of the justice system being only flawed but salvagable instead of the mess we have today.

Cause, the flipside of this “people who don’t share my white experiences are criminals” worldview is this notion that anyone we know or can identify with or rather that said white conservatives know or can identify with can’t possibly be criminals even if they are literally breaking the law. And it leads many to completely erase the crimes of those who are dominant group members or have “good backgrounds” entirely because everyone seems to have the twisted notion from TV shows and video games that “criminals” are a wholly distinct class completely separate from “normal human beings”.

So a man who guns down and unarmed teenager after stalking him for blocks can’t possibly have committed a real crime, because he also subscribes to the same Klan-reading material. Or those nice kids couldn’t have raped that girl even though they video taped themselves raping her, because they play sports or have humanizing other aspects of their life that aren’t assaulting people and roaming the bushes with a scraggly homeless person beard looking for prey. And it’s why child molesters and serial killers, when they are revealed to be some white christian guy are often reported amidst shocked people going “but he was just a normal guy”.

Because we’ve convinced ourselves that criminals can’t ever be people we know or people we may otherwise have nice interactions with and certainly can’t come from “good backgrounds” or have “good jobs”. So when someone like that commits a crime, it’s just sort of ignored and condoned if not outright forgiven. Because it doesn’t fit our image of a “criminal”.

And so we get a system where being the right skin color, age, demographic, religion, gender identity, etc… gives one a free pass for murder and worse, which ends up increasing the severity of those crimes with those populations because no one is taking it seriously and even applying the basic purpose of a prison (in the most Scandanavian sense of simply stopping their ability to harm others by placing them somewhere guarded). It’s why corporations and the rich genuinely believe that the law doesn’t apply to them, so it shouldn’t matter when they embezzle billions, sink the global economy, poison whole towns, or just simply break the law openly and loudly and dare the government to intervene (Joe Arpaio, Cliven Bundy).

Because rich white guys don’t look like “criminals” to a bunch of idiots who’ve convinced themselves that “criminal” = dirty brown colored man hiding in the bushes with his crazy eyes and poor raising environment caused by the type of bad choices that mean you deserve to be poor in America (because clearly everyone who is poor deserved it).

And that’s where we are right now. Being black means you are a criminal and your lynching will be cheered by a national community of ghouls and fuckfaces. Being rich and Christian and suburban means you are a good person even if your basement is filled with the shallow graves of over a dozen children.

And the law reacts accordingly, in the only way that is heroically outlined for them. Or even just a guy with a gun, because what’s the difference at this point. The weapon marks one as vigilante and when one sees a “criminal” one must eliminate them rather than let them rape and murder and loot and do all the crazy criminal things criminals do. Even if that means gunning down an unarmed kid and terrorizing those who object. Even if that means opening fire on a car full of teenagers because they were listening to “criminal music”. Even if that means stalking and following an unarmed kid with a packet of Skittles and a cold drink. Even if that means gunning down a man just trying to open his front door after a long day at work as if they were Michael fucking Myers.

And as we watch corporations fuck us, the rich gleefully celebrating how little they give a fuck about the law, cops and crazy people openly bring back lynching and poll taxes, and the rest of us marginalized scum stuck in raw terror of a justice system that cannot be relied upon to dispatch any measure of justice…

We start to wonder why we even put up with this band of thugs and terrorists who claim to be our “protectors” rather than burning it to the ground and starting fresh with a system with as many checks and balances as therapists or doctors operate under to avoid the abuses of power.

Cause knowing that the police aren’t on your side and in fact can’t be trusted to enforce the law in any real manner other than enforcing hierarchies with threats, violence, and coercion is unsustainable. We literally can’t continue on with a justice system this broken. I mean at this point, nearly every generation alive has internalized a knowledge that cops are the enemy, not the heroes. And every new action proves this further.

Eventually the illusion that allows cops to function, that allows a much larger population to accept their subjugation by a few will shatter. And that will be a day when cops and the small number of rich fucks who own them at this point finally see what a real threat to their safety looks like.

Hint: It won’t be pretty.


‘Shorter’ concept created by Daniel Davies and perfected by Elton Beard. What, seriously? Are we really doing an entire post without once ripping into the right wing fucks preying on the blood of a town to sell their racist bullshit? Are… are you okay? We are aware of all Internet traditions.™

*The one where D’Angelo realizes his actions got the guard of the building who saw him killed.

**I mean, sorry for not taking my amnesia pills like the rest of the country, but I still remember when people who fucking survived Katrina were accused of being a pack of filthy looters when a few families scrounged supplies from abandoned and decimated stores because there was little in the way of official aid.

*** Sigh… okay fine. Here’s a handful. Just don’t complain to me when it ruins your dinner.

Shorter Angela Graham-(Bell)West, American Moral Scold:
The Fairytale of the Victimhood

  • You know, oppression is a two-way street. I mean, if you didn’t react to the endless terrorism against your people like a normal human being with your unsavory pragmatism, then it’d almost be like you were never oppressed at all. I mean, won’t you be so much happier cradling the dead body of your son or having to explain to your daughter why her whole life is going to be harder and less respected than most people simply because of her skin color, if you just put it into the back of your mind and pretend everything is okay? I mean, it works for us on the right. Just take those pesky realizations about the world and our role in worsening it and poof… into the hole of shame right next to my latent lesbianism and the little voice that sometimes tries to tell me I don’t actually deserve it like my husband says I do when he’s having one of his “episodes”.

Seriously though, is every right-wing piece of advice just yay, denialism, cause sometime these fucks are going to have to live in the real world. Cause like it or not, we’re not all two-years old and even then the world didn’t actually go away when we closed our eyes.

But then again, the denialism is better than the creepy fucks who are straight up masturbating over the corpses and longing for the days when it was still respectable to bring the whole family for a picnic under the swaying body of a person reduced to an “it” and a message of fear for all those that shared “its” skin color.

Shorter Bob Weir, American I’m Afraid if I Move, Some of it Will Drip on Me:
Darren Wilson is a Hero

  • Ah yeah, that durn cop is livin’ the dream, yeah baby, plugging one of those nigger boy gangbanger rap listeners what think they be people what can walk off the plantation. Yeah, you showed him who’s boss, good. I only wish I could be as brave as you as to murder and unarmed teenager with his hands in the air surrendering to the cops. Mmm, yeah, child blood is good lube, yes it is.

…I need a shower and an adult… and I’m not sure in what order. The point is, I don’t think I’m ever going to feel clean again from even just trying to distill the level of ghoulish glee in that bit of… yeah, let’s just move on to something not American Thinker.

Oh Bob Damnit, it’s Malkin.

Shorter Malkin’s Shrinking Relevance, National Look at Me! Look at Me!:
Hollywood’s Violence Profiteers

  • Let’s just turn the dog whistles up to double max and trust that the scared racist morons that are my stock and trade won’t realize how dumb this is. Okay, check one, check two. Hey, those evil “gangsta” rappers who… you know, made their living critiquing the abuses of power by police and giving voice to righteous black male youth anger at the way their murders and constant harassment were ignored or erased by an uncaring white society that casually supported this twisting of justice… er, well, they’re protesting Ferguson. And that’s hypocritical, because they are personally responsible for white people believing all black people are criminals… I mean, for making black men into the racist strawman we think they are. So there. It’s your fault, not ours. Yeah… I still got it.

Cause, hey, just because it’s yet another dead body, it doesn’t mean we have to actually accept some level of responsibility for selling a conspiratorial view of race and the role of black people in our society. That’s just crazy talk.

And my absolute favorite because of how neatly it illustrates the goddamned problem that leads to shit like Ferguson where cops feel comfortable to terrorize and antagonize the public they are entrusted to serve because who’s going to care about a bunch of niggers, amirite?

Shorter Bob Weir, American Missing the Point Entirely:
Fighting Cops is a Losing Proposition

  • Speaking as a white cop who has blindly worshipped authority, views all those I served as criminals regardless of their actions or innocence, and who assumed all the inhuman scum were totally packing and were about to shoot us any second and thus enforced my job in shitty fashion for one of the more corrupt police organizations during one of its most corrupt periods… I totally agree with how the cops in Ferguson have handled this whole affair. What? Irony? No, I know no irony.

Similarly, it turns out foxes agree, unguarded henhouses with easy digging access are better for everyone.

Just a taste, because frankly, with mangoes this rancid, we’re all getting sick enough sharing a planet with these fucks.

02 Sep 11:03

Tour Diary: Week Fourteen

by Maggie McNeill

20140829_204721In Atlanta, I felt my first twinge of homesickness; I reckon it’s because I was back in the Deep South, in a city I’ve visited many times, and saw many familiar business names and the like that I hadn’t seen in a long time.  Mancrack (who as you may recall provided the art for my Lammas column) was my hostess, and I got to meet a number of readers both at my Liberty On the Rocks event last Monday, and in private on the night before.  Another interesting thing about Atlanta was that three of the attendees at my event were running for office; perhaps that indicates a strong Libertarian Party in Georgia, but one way or another I think it’s very important that politicians (of any political party) hear about sex worker rights, so I’m really pleased and I’m hopeful for similar attention to future events.

While you were reading last Tuesday’s Tour Diary, I was en route to Tampa Bay, where I stayed with my friend Kelly Michaels.  Since I hadn’t heard anything from any of the people I had contacted in the area, I was expecting just a quiet week of visiting; however, while I was in Atlanta I was emailed by Tampa-area reader Hotlix, who absolutely would not hear of this, and beat the bushes to attract more attention to my visit.  Kelly hosted a potluck supper and discussion group at her house Friday, and Buttons Berry advertised it on SWOP Tampa Bay’s Facebook page; in all eight people in addition to Kelly and I showed up, and it was absolutely one of the best events of the whole tour.  Besides the quality of the participation, everyone really made me feel like a rock star; so much so, in fact, that I was a little embarrassed by it.  I’m really happy to be reaching so many people that they come out of their way to see me; three of them made a two-hour (one way) drive from Orlando in Friday afternoon traffic!  As you read this I’m in New Orleans, but everything I’m doing here is private; the Tampa Bay event was therefore the last public one of the tour, and I couldn’t have wished for a better sendoff.