goddammit tony what did i say
I see this and suddenly I AM BECOME A BEING OF PURE RAGE.
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Crossposts from tumblr (for posterity)
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Watch: Fox News sent a reporter to Princeton to make fun of “sensitive” college students
they have so little respect for the intelligence of this generation
Disgusting
Fox reporter: What do you think of this blatantly offensive thing?
College students: I don’t appreciate the light-hearted dehumanization of fellow human beings
Fox reporter: lmao listen to this sjw bullshit #lol #kek #triggeredseems familiar
It’s like looking at a robot programmed using posts from Reddit
A bigot robit.
A bigbit.
The worst robot ever ;_;
I thought this was some kind of parody :P
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Watch: Can video games be a spiritual experience?
Follow @the-future-now
My favorite video game story ever
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Can you tell the metronome story? Idk it
ajdlfhkajgf okay. so
in high school i was in the marching band and in my junior year i was co-section leader and i carried a metronome in my backpack to use in rehearsals after school
to preface this story, the day before The Event we had a lockdown because there was a “suspicious person” circling the building (it was a confused parent. i spent two hours in the percussion closet. can you fuckign image, with my level of anxiety. anyway) so everyone was kind of on edge
so in this particular year of high school i had math first thing in the morning, which was awful, so i liked to go visit my english teacher because she was my favourite and i liked hanging out with her in my free time. so i set my backpack down and i leave the room
it gets close to time for class to start and i start heading back to the classroom, and @starrymonk and another friend of ours come running up to me and they tell me that our math teacher thinks my backpack has a bomb in it
apparently, when i set down my backpack, the metronome was in the bottom and got turned on and started beeping
now bombs haven’t fucking beeped or ticked since the goddamn 1960s but fuck that logic, our math teacher was actually. fucking ild and had never heard of an electric metronome in her life and was shouting at students to evacuate the wing
so im running up and trying to explain to this fucko that the beeping in ¾ time at 120bpm is not, in fact, a bomb, but a device for making sure my section is in time, but she’s fucking losing it and makes us evacuate to the cafeteria
the students in the cafeteria are losing their shit. yesterday they thought they were going to be the next victims of a school shooting and today they think they’re going to die via metronome bomb. im running around trying to find a fucking sane faculty member while simultaneously telling everyone i run into, “it’s not a bomb, it’s A FUCKING METRONOME”
i finally find the vice principal and tell him, “dude, it’s not a fucking bomb, it’s a metronome, you know me, i’m in the band, literally there are only like five hundred fucking students in this school you know exactly who i am”
so he grabs me and another staff member and we start heading back toward the wing with the fake bomb, and already the three officers that we have patrolling the school (because of the incident the previous day) and the principal are gathered near the classroom and they shout at us to stop at the end of the hall (which is no more than fifty feet from the classroom, if that, and yeah that’s totally far enough to save us in the event of a bomb going off, right)
so the vp shouts to them that i think it’s a metronome, and i’m like no, i know it’s a metronome it’s my backpack and im a band student for the love of god
so they’re like nah we’re gonna call bomb squad
so fucking, i’m sent back to the cafeteria and this is how things happen as my band director filled me in later that day
apparently, the principal calls my band director down at the opposite end of the school and he’s like “hey darren, could you identify the sound of a metronome over the phone???” and my band director has no clue what’s happening because he isn’t involved in this nonsense, he doesn’t have a class during first period and was probably napping in his office, but he’s like “yeah, probably??” and the principal holds the phone up to the noise and my band director says it sounds like a metronome
skipping about an hour of hysteria and me telling everyone repeatedly that they aren’t going to die, the intercom comes on and tells the student body to gather in the gym for an assembly, presumably so we can all die in one place when the metronome bomb goes off
i’m still telling everyone i can grab that the bomb isn’t real and we aren’t going to die, and then i sit in the bleachers, possibly the angriest i have ever been, while everyone gathers in the gym
the principal and other important faculty whoever the fuck come in and start talking about the previous day’s incident and how tensions are high, so someone may have been stressed and mistakenly thought a metronome (which he pronounced as “metrodome,” which i like to think of as a giant beeping sports stadium) was a live fucking bomb
meanwhile i see the doors to the gym open and my band director slides in. he looks around for a minute, then sees me, and fucking grins like the asshole he is and starts edging his way around the room to me
when he gets over to me, he turns to face the people talking about threats and mistakes and bullshit to cover the fact that they know nothing about music education
and then slowly and slyly he pulls my metronome out of his pocket and hands it over to me, and then separately hands me the two batteries to it and starts giggling
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women everywhere: *suffer thru decades of formulaic blockbuster movies about white dude superheroes who all look the same and have the same story* *never get to see women as protagonists*
star wars fanboys:
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Teacher faces charges after beating a black kid at school
A video of a teacher violently beating little black boy in the classroom in front of the other students
has become viral
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Mary Hastings , a teacher at Texas was charged with assault after this video.
HOW DARE SHE TREAT HIM LIKE THAT?
It’s not just an assault of a black boy, it is also racism that teacher showed towards a student. This is no secret that white teachers mostly think that black youth is spoiled and untalented. They think that black kids can’t absorb the information the way white kids do, they treat them like criminals , so eventually black kids become ones.
The research finds that black kids are viewed as older, less innocent than whites.
Black boys as young as 10 may not be viewed in the same light of childhood innocence as their white peers, but are instead more likely to be mistaken as older, be perceived as guilty and face police violence if accused of a crime (x). They also tend to face violence and underestimating from their white school teachers.
Racial bias have become a big problem nowadays and one of the biggest reasons black kids end up having no education and as the result trying to get some money for living unlawfully. We need more black teachers, more tolerant teachers that would not treat our kids like this one abuser.
Click for some interesting news from BlackMattersUs
Son. Are you fucking kidding me?!
LET ME HAVE BEEN THERE
THIS BITCH WOULD’VE BEEN MURDERED HAD I BEEN THERE LIKE HOW FUCKING DARE SHE??
AND LET ME SEE ANY OF Y’ALL IN THE NOTES TRY AND DEFEND THIS IN ANY WAY OR SAY THAT ‘IT’S NOT ABOUT RACE’ I SWEAR TO GOD
This waste of space better have been *fired*. What the fuck.
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No-one can say who would win in a fight between a Star Trek ship and a Star Wars ship because Star Wars has technology that is basically magic and does whatever the plot demands, while Star Trek, the more scientifically rigorous of the two, has technology that is basically magic and does whatever the plot demands.
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How media clearly reflects the sexism and the racism we cannot see in ourselves.
How media clearly reflects the sexism and the racism we cannot see in ourselves.
I wanted my first-year film students to understand what happens to a story when actual human beings inhabit your characters, and the way they can inspire storytelling. And I wanted to teach them how to look at headshots and what you might be able to tell from a headshot. So for the past few years I’ve done a small experiment with them.
Some troubling shit always occurs.It works like this: I bring in my giant file of head shots, which include actors of all races, sizes, shapes, ages, and experience levels. Each student picks a head shot from the stack and gets a few minutes to sit with the person’s face and then make up a little story about them.
Namely, for white men, they have no trouble coming up with an entire history, job, role, genre, time, place, and costume. They will often identify him without prompting as “the main character.” The only exception? “He would play the gay guy.” For white women, they mostly do not come up with a job (even though it was specifically asked for), and they will identify her by her relationships. “She would play the mom/wife/love interest/best friend.” I’ve heard “She would play the slut” or “She would play the hot girl.” A lot more than once.
For nonwhite men, it can be equally depressing. “He’s in a buddy cop movie, but he’s not the main guy, he’s the partner.” “He’d play a terrorist.” “He’d play a drug dealer.” “A thug.” “A hustler.” “Homeless guy.” One Asian actor was promoted to “villain.”
For nonwhite women (grab onto something sturdy, like a big glass of strong liquor), sometimes they are “lucky” enough to be classified as the girlfriend/love interest/mom, but I have also heard things like “Well, she’d be in a romantic comedy, but as the friend, you know?” “Maid.” “Prostitute.” “Drug addict.”
I should point out that the responses are similar whether the group is all or mostly-white or extremely racially mixed, and all the groups I’ve tried this with have been about equally balanced between men and women, though individual responses vary. Women do a little better with women, and people of color do a little better with people of color, but female students sometimes forget to come up with a job for female actors and black male students sometimes tell the class that their black male actor wouldn’t be the main guy.
Once the students have made their pitches, we interrogate their opinions. “You seem really sure that he’s not the main character – why? What made you automatically say that?” “You said she was a mom. Was she born a mom, or did she maybe do something else with her life before her magic womb opened up and gave her an identity? Who is she as a person?” In the case of the “thug“, it turns out that the student was just reading off his film resume. This brilliant African American actor who regularly brings houses down doing Shakespeare on the stage and more than once made me weep at the beauty and subtlety of his performances, had a list of film credits that just said “Thug #4.” “Gang member.” “Muscle.” Because that’s the film work he can get. Because it puts food on his table.
So, the first time I did this exercise, I didn’t know that it would turn into a lesson on racism, sexism, and every other kind of -ism. I thought it was just about casting. But now I know that casting is never just about casting, and this day is a real teachable opportunity. Because if we do this right, we get to the really awkward silence, where the (now mortified) students try to sink into their chairs. Because, hey, most of them are proud Obama voters! They have been raised by feminist moms! They don’t want to be or see themselves as being racist or sexist. But their own racism and sexism is running amok in the room, and it’s awkward.
This for every time someone criticizes how characters of color and female characters of color especially are treated in text and by subsequent fandoms. It’s never “just a television/movie/book”. It’s never been ”just”.
“…and by subsequent fandoms.“ <— bless this addition.
This one is always worth reblogging.
When I say, “Representation matters,” it’s not just the presence of PoC, women, PwD, LGBTQIA, in narrative, it’s the roles are those characters are occupying.The hall of mirrors that is the interplay between fiction and real life becomes a negative feedback loop with real consequences, because we internalize things and then we act them out.
Storytelling is a powerful thing. What stories are we telling, and why?
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Maybe these apple blossoms deserve their own post. #sprung #pollinatorbuffet #babyontheway #pentridgechildrensgarden (at Pentridge Children’s Garden)