Internet Ethics: The Buck Stops Here

Picture Credit: Fifty Two Acts

Julia posted some new rad rules for herself to keep herself in check re: internet buddies and internet interactions:

  • just because you like someone as a person doesn’t mean you have to follow them online – this also applies to loving what someone writes on their blog, but hating their twitter, etc. zero obligation here, remember that
  • unfollow tumblrs that post things without credit, constantly (even if they post really cool shit)
  • think about engaging more directly with fewer people online than feeling the need to engage with tons of people vaguely – that’s how you roll in real life (making a small amount of people my priority when it comes to love/friendship vs. wasting time with on the surface social butterfly acquaintance bullshit)
  • spend more time sending messages and emails to people you respect and admire than talking to/about the people who piss you off
  • when getting wrapped up in an online comment debate, step back. it doesn’t matter who gets “the last word.” if someone refuses to see your point, wasting another 10-15 minutes trying to reiterate your point won’t do any good. if you feel you’ve expressed yourself clearly, move on. (why yes, this is directly about this)

Currently, I’ve been thinking about this in terms of who I follow online. Even if they seem to be really rad people, have perfect fashion style, and seem to support a lot of the communities that I engage them, I have to unfollow them or stop subscribing to their feed if they engage in friendly relations with oppressive people or are uncritical of said person’s behavior. It sounds incredibly anal to some, but if we’re friends, and you’re friends with someone who is openly racist/sexist/fatphobic/transphobic/etc etc/, no matter how ironic it is, if you can’t pass the minimum requirements of a decent human being, you’ve gotta go. I don’t care how gorgeous or un-oppressive you are by posting pictures of marginalized people or liking the posts I write. If the buck doesn’t stop with you, I’m not going to stay in a burning kitchen.
No, it’s not enough for me that you don’t wear a Klan mask or don’t hit women.

A Sound Wednesday (09.05.2012): Underwear Dancing

This week’s mix is dedicated to underwear dancing. It was inspired by the moments we all have when we dance in our underwear, regardless of whether that is in the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, or your backyard.

♬ Le Tigre – The The Empty
♬ Das Racist – luv it mayne
♬ M.I.A. – Bad Girls
♬ Beck – Mutherfucker
♬ DRC Music – K-Town
♬ Pulp – Countdown
♬ Michael Jackson – Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough
♬ Omar Souleyman – La Sidounak Sayyada
♬ 이효리 – Toc Toc Toc
♬ Junior Senior – Chicks and Dicks
♬ Róisín Murphy – You Know Me Better
♬ Yelle – Tristesse Joie
♬ オーラルヴァンパイア – Hot Blood Workout
♬ Funkadelic – One Nation Under A Groove
♬ Bob Sinclar – World, Hold On


Welcome to the Working Week ☁ Sunday, May 6

Image of Ulala from Space Channel 5 found here!

☁ My good friend Kailey has just published her zine, Pistachio! Read it here!
☁ Someone on blogspot posted all of Deee-Lite’s press-kits! Look at all the great style here.
☁ White buffalo sacred to Lakota Sioux found mutilated.
Write letters to CeCe McDonald! She needs our support, kindness, and love.

The nachos I had last Thursday (゚Д゚≡゚Д゚)

☁ An example on the assault of Black Studies grad students by white supremacists without Klan hoods, and how we need to take care of our own.
☁ My Fan Bingbing tag on tumblr. Mad style.
☁ Why you shouldn’t buy Lime Crime lipsticks or their makeup.
☁ Need some millennial boyband pop? Go here for the essentials.
☁ American UC San Diego wrongfully detained, tortured and isolated for five days.

☁ “Get up, look SICKENING, and make them eat it.”
It’s May!
Nicki who? Azealia who?
How, and how not, to improve schools.
☁ Balancing internet time with diy time on Bossy Femme.
PSA on giving proper head to a female-bodied person.
Nancy buying something for her one true love!
GGGGG according to Latrice Royale.
Daily Shirley is so boss.
☁ If you can stomach it and would like to see it for educational purposes rather than mental self-mutilation, watch The Birth of a Nation here on YouTube.
☁ Jessica Luxery writes a much-needed post on White Supremacy in the Fat Acceptance movement.
☁ Roni E. getting it, cat-eyed style!
☁ Sara on self-love and romantic love.

Enjoy your week!

These Cells Are Virgins


a garden rich in flowers abounding in, full of, well provided with, well stocked in/with, crammed with, packed with, teeming with, burstingwith; informal jam-packed with, chockablock with, chock-full of.
rich soil fertile, productive, fecund, fruitful. antonym barren.

Carry me into the richness and depth of the worthy ones.

“all i can say is – if this is my time in life…goodbye misery”

yo, FUCK trying to be like these famous writing white girls. you’re gonna be a famous writing brown girl! GO GET SOME NACHOS.

So, Sara basically paraphrased what I said, but I’m flattered by how she captured my upbeatness and empowering vibes behind my statements to her so well.

The context of the quote is in the idea of whitewashing one’s identity in order to become successful in one’s occupation, as whiteness does not value those voices not within whiteness. Rather than be Sara D. the Magnificent Writer, she becomes the Brown Nightmare Brunette or Marie Colloway. The Quirky Black Girl becomes the Black Zooey Deschanel. We never become ourselves when we forget ourselves. We never own ourselves when we sell ourselves, strip ourselves, bleach out our experiences to give whiteness a sanitized version of ourselves.

I always come back to this James Cone quote, whenever I’m feeling frustrated or small:

Now if you know that you have a humanity that nobody can take away from you, they make lock you up, they may lynch you, but they don’t win.

The greats did not become greats, even as marginalized people, by shedding themselves into shape for the dominant culture; their dignity and experiences were much more important. Our stories need to be told, and the dominant culture will not tell them for us, even as they beg you to trust them.

Forget being someone else’s racial counterpart. They will be singing my praises as a black woman.

Triumph of A Heart

I honestly don’t know how I can frame my adoration for Takeuchi Naoko’s mind-spawn turned franchise, for all its incredible depth, for its lush manga artwork, for its ability to make the leap from paper to computer animation, for its life lessons and positive messages, for its unforgettable cast, and especially for the mere existence of Usagi as a character.

I don’t know how I can explain it to anyone. I just can’t, because my eyes brighten to a strong wood brown and I just can’t stop smiling. I feel high.
I can’t imagine growing up without Usagi. She ate nachos with me and fed my inner glutton. She was there and cried with me when my boyfriends dumped me. I jumped into her home with Mama Ikuko and Shingo and co when my own family was too turbulent. She, along with the inner senshi, consoled me when friends left without any word. She was there in the most difficult moments of my life. She’s hasn’t always been with me, obviously, but she’s been everywhere with me for half a decade, even though we met ten years ago on my television screen.
She breathes through me even if she isn’t physically alive. Or, rather, it’s not that she’s not alive; she just doesn’t exist in this plane, but she exists. She lives in me.
Sailor Moon helps me live. Sailor Moon helps me realize what an amazing gift it is to be alive. Sailor Moon tells me that my life and everything that I care for is worth it. And Sailor Moon tells me to be happy with myself, to be at peace and kind and loving to myself.
I don’t need a rod or a compact or a Ginzuishou to tell me that hope is alive. I know it is. Our hope is our strength, our power. Ours, ours, ours. When there’s hope, we survive and replenish one another.
“Sometimes we have love and sometimes we lose love. Sometimes love can hurt terribly like a deep wound. In our world we have lots of ups and downs, pleasures and pains. But that’s life and we learn to accept the bad with the good. Without the bad times we wouldn’t appreciate the good times. Life is precious and I cherish every single moment.”

A Sound Wednesday (28.3.2012): Fucking Up

This week, I am rolling with those who have hit rock bottom, whether by flunking out of college, doing something incredibly stupid, indulging in self-destruction, accidental homicide, getting caught in lies, stealing, etc etc. You fucked up. The track listing includes:
♬ Beck – Alcohol
♬ Pulp – Bob Lind (The Only Way Is Down)
♬ A Tribe Called Quest – The Infamous Date Rape
♬ 비 – 나쁜 남자
♬ Kate Nash – Dickhead
♬ 宇多田ヒカル – Easy Breezy
♬ Elvis Costello – Alison
♬ Blur – Yuko & Hiro

Domesticity: Björk’s “Debut”

Björk has said on occasion that her album Vespertine is about being domestic, and going inwards towards oneself. Vespertine, which was originally titled Domestika, was “all about trying to create a paradise in your own home, a very introverted euphoria, a quiet ecstatic state, in that you’re self-sufficient with your heaven. You don’t need stimuli from the outside world. All you need is imagination and human spirit, and faith to want to get there.” Although, when I think of Vespertine, sex comes to mine, not particularly domesticity. When I need feelings of homeliness and familiarity, Debut comes to mind.

Debut reminds me of being one’s own friend, leaving the rural life for an urban existence. It reminds me of drinking straight from the bottle of life, being solely in the present. Notwithstanding the sepia feel of the album cover, I always imagine the colors of the songs to be of a strong, prismic variety (like the base colors for Adobe Suite icons). Debut reminds us to be silly and grounded in ourselves, pleasantly selfish!

When I did “Debut” I thought, ‘OK, I’ve pleased enough people, I’m gonna get really selfish.’ And I never sold as many records as with “Debut”. So, I don’t know, it seems the more selfish I am, the more generous I am. I m not going to pretend I know the formula. I can only please myself.

It’s very hard to say just what it’s about. I’d like it to be a statement of individuality. But I’ve still got a long way to go, so I’m a bit confused, because I just know I can do so much better than this record… 

If you went out somewhere and had a really good time, you don’t wake up the next morning and try to figure out why you did. It’s not because of anything. It’s just the atmosphere, the people, the chemistry of friends, your mood, what happened before, what will happen after. And you can’t explain it, and I don’t understand why you should. And it’s the same with songs. 

Introducing: A Sound Wednesday

Every Wednesday, I will play DJ and present an eight-track mix with a particular theme. This week, I am rolling with finding comfort in drifting to sleep. The track listing includes:
♬ Scott Walker – The Seventh Seal
♬ White Shoes & the Couples Company – Senandung  Mauf
♬ Soli – Miravi
♬ 1990s – Local Science
♬ 신화 – Missing U
♬ Nathan Haines featuring Damon Albarn – FM
♬ Moloko – Dominoid
♬ Eddie Okwedy – Happy Survival