my sexuality is girls all the time and boys if they’re famous, almost offensively beautiful and completely unattainable so i can attach all my impossible ideals to them and never have to have anything to do with them irl
Why single out Israel? Because Israel is the only serial human rights abuser that enjoys consistent and enthusiastic support by all the liberal democracies of the North.
This support gives the Israeli state an impunity that Iran, Sudan, Zimbabwe or Burma, to name but four, do not enjoy because their human rights abuses are all—rightly and however unprincipled—attacked by the major powers.
Israel alone is allowed to commit war crimes and crimes against humanity; it alone is allowed to repeatedly ignore United Nations resolutions without any opposition from northern governments and major institutions."
This is so important. No one is saying Israel is the only state to ever commit human rights abuses, but it is unique in enjoying support for those human rights abuses [from most of powerful states] by painting itself, the oppressor, repeatedly as the victim.
Look at what’s relevant again, and still old.
I have truly come home.
I feel uncommonly belligerent of late. And here is why, I think. The problem is that for all my good intentions, I can’t seem to follow my own advice: I cannot accept that I won’t see the changes I need in my lifetime. There has to be a tangible dimension to what I believe in. Because the future is fucking scary.
And that’s why I’ve been rising to all this bait recently. Because I don’t have the words and the numbers to make people at the top listen, and I am so culturally impoverished I can’t bridge the divide myself. They will come, with time. But right now I can get angry, and I can make people around me angry for getting angry, and then I tell myself that means something, at least. Mocking someone to their face, being on the receiving end of their condescension and ignorance, that’s an adrenaline rush. Some part of this seems fundamentally unhealthy. But all of the blinding rage, followed by the inevitable ensuing frustration and desperation - all of it seems better than the alternative.
If I can’t be cultured, unselfish and less consumerist, at the very least I will not be timid.
I was right the other day when I told my sister: I really am only angry at myself.
PS still some part of me would not give up this feeling for the relative calm and security I felt while cushioned in my little bubble 3000 miles from home. I am terrified of forgetting this, the longer I spend time abroad. I need to know exactly what I am signing up for. I need to see it, I need to feel.
PPS I suppose if I came home to all this and am not getting angry, I must be doing something wrong.
Well, I have said this in the past, so I hope i don’t bore you by repeating it, but I think that we live or die under the tyranny of perfection. Socially, we are pushed towards being perfect. Physically, beautiful to conform to standards that are cruel and uncommon, to behave and lead our lives in a certain way, to demonstrate to the world that we are happy and healthy and all full of sunshine. We are told to always smile and never sweat, by multiple commercials of shampoo or beer.
And I feel that the most achievable goal of our lives is to have the freedom that imperfection gives us.
And there is no better patron saint of imperfection than a monster.
We will try really hard to be angels, but I think that a balanced, sane life is to accept the monstrosity in ourselves and others as part of what being human is. Imperfection, the acceptance of imperfection, leads to tolerance and liberates us from social models that I find horrible and oppressive."
I found this extremely helpful "What His Favorite Superhero Reveals About Him" article (thanks Cosmo!) and in the spirit of equality and fairness, thought I’d compile a guide for men so they know what a woman’s favorite superheroine says about them. I think this would be an excellent addition to a men’s advice magazine like GQ or Esquire, so please consider this my formal pitch.
Wonder Woman: Wonder Woman is the quintessential “misandrist”. While she spreads love and peace, don’t be fooled: the woman who loves Wonder Woman doesn’t feel she needs a man to be a fully actualized human. Like Wonder Woman, she will take strength in the company of other women and will not be impressed by shows of your masculine prowess. Avoid at all costs, unless for some reason you want a powerful woman who will not depend on you for her validation.
Black Widow: Much like the Black Widow, the woman who loves her is not to be trusted. If Black Widow is a woman’s favorite superhero, it means she watched Avengers and didn’t pick Iron Man. I mean, what the heck. There are only two reasons a woman would love Black Widow: 1) she’s a feminist and thus undatable, 2) she is shady and untrustworthy, prioritizing her own agency and survival above your needs. Avoid at all costs, unless for some reason you want a clever, resourceful woman who won’t hand you her heart until you’ve proven you’re worth it.
Captain Marvel: Who? This character isn’t in any movies. Avoid a woman who likes Captain Marvel, whoever she is, as she’s probably a nerd with her own opinions about comics, and won’t listen reverently as you explain to her your limited knowledge and deep thoughts on superheroes. Unless you’re into a woman who has her own opinions and feels comfortable expressing them, I guess.
Batwoman: Are you making this shit up now? Hrm. Well, okay. I guess Batwoman is…probably a woman who wants to be like Batman, but knows she can’t and thus sticks to aiding him, often sexually. That’s admirable. A woman who loves Batwoman is possibly your safest bet to date. EDITOR UPDATE: Upon googling this, I have discovered that Batwoman is a militant lesbian who turns down Batman’s assistance. ABORT. AVOID.
Conclusion: Never date a woman who loves superheroines.
Salome dances her dance of the seven veils,
The men all eye her like wolves on the hunt, this beautiful girl
finally undressing for them. Finally they can see her
exactly as they want to.
The first veil drops.
In 2007, Kim Kardashian’s ex-boyfriend
released their sex tape against her will.
Kim Kardashian, rather than hide in shame
Used the publicity to promote her own career.
Salome moves like a dream half-remembered.
Salome dances like a siren song. All the men ache
to see the hot sugar of her hip bones.
The second veil drops.
In 2014, Kim Kardashian walks down the aisle
As the whole world watches. If only all of us
were so successful in our revenge.
If only all of us stood in our Louboutin heels
on the backs of the men who betray us,
surveying the world we created for ourselves.
The third veil drops.
Kim Kardashian knows exactly what you think of her.
She presses the cloth tighter against her skin
Her smile is a promise she never intends to keep
We can almost see all of her.
Salome shows us her body
but never her eyes.
The fourth veil is dropping.
The four things most recently tweeted at Kim Kardashian were
@KimKardashian Suck My Dick
@Kim Kardashian Can I Meet Kanye?
@KimKardashian Please Fuck Me
@KimKardashian I Love You. I Love You.
Women are told to keep their legs shut.
Women are told to keep their mouths shut.
Some women are kept silent for so long,
They become experts in the silent theft of power.
The fifth veil has dropped.
Kim Kardashian made $12 million dollars this year
Yesterday, uncountable men in their miserable jobs,
told their miserable friends that Kim was a “dumb whore”
Kim Kardashian will never learn their names.
The sixth veil has dropped.
The seventh veil has dropped.
And Salome sat beside King Herod. And he swore unto her
“Whatsoever thou shalt ask of me, I will give to thee
unto the half of my kingdom”
And she smiled, and said
“Bring me the head of John The Baptist.
Punish the man who hurt me”