…Steve Shives just reminded me why I go “nah”.
Good news, everyone!
You just read that with Prof. Farnsworth’s voice!
Also, the experimental birth control injection for penises, Vasalgel, has passed the rabbit test. That means, hopefully, they’ll move up the mammal chain and start testing it on humans soonish (or as soon as they figure out how to remove it).
You know why I hope?
Because I want to see cis men (who aren’t needlephobic in general) TRY to complain about having to get a shot to the cock. I really do. I want to see them complain to anyone who is currently on invasive birth control. I say invasive, because taking a pill or slipping in a Nuva Ring or applying a patch is a different level of uncomfortable.
Especially if you get a bad reaction to any of them.
I’m talking IUDs and Depo and the ones that gets implanted in your arm and so on. Try dudes, TRY to complain about one shot to the dick. We who are already on this shit can tell you stories. I can tell you how my legs went tingly and then numb when the IUD was shoved into my cervix. I looked at the ceiling and was like, “I can’t believe people do the opposite all the damn time. In is painful, out must be torture.”
(For the record, IUD removal isn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I had to get mine taken out because it was trying to take a sightseeing tour of my uterus. FUN!)
But seriously, if everyone on birth control right now had to go through some serious pain and/or discomfort and/or side effects to keep from getting preggers, you can handle a needle in the dick. Trust.
Now let’s hope removal is possible so this show can finally get on the road.
About that “responses to whiny white guys” post I made last week…
I got responses. Someone posted one of the *ahem* gentlemen featured on the video, which he retweeted, and I got a bump in notifications. It wasn’t a big deal, I wasn’t hounded, I blocked and muted most of them.
But not before getting screenshots of the funniest ones. See, I have no desire to have a back and forth with the unreasonable or with people who are pretty embedded in their opinion. It’s a waste of time, and I’m not a very persuasive and I don’t debate well.
So I’d rather mock and block, or in this case block then mock. Here are some choice Tweets I collected from the day after that blog was posted:
Look, I am tired. Like, not just in my body, but in my very person. People keep coming at me with the same weaksauce shit excuses for continuing the status quo, and the news just keeps getting more enraging that, in Social Justice Alchemist terms, it’s draining to keep up the “Turn The World’s Bullshit Into Righteous Rage and Mockery” spell/circle/formula/my brain can’t even focus enough to keep up with this shit.
So there may be a little break coming up. I’ll let y’all know when.
A fine, sophisticated gent across the pond has declared that “No Self Respecting Adult Should Buy Comic Books or Watch Superhero Movies“.
Yes, that’s a clickbaity as fuck title, and it is his opinion, but I’ll take the bait and share MY opinion on HIS opinion.
And his opinion can go into the fucking sea. And stay there.
A little background: I’m a geek. I like RPGs, in video games and pen and paper. I go to conventions. I’ve been even known to cosplay…a little.
While I’m anxious in theatre spaces and don’t get out much, I do like the superhero movies I have seen (and frankly, I’m waiting for Deadpool to be available on streaming). And I really fucking LOVED The Force Awakens. I’m 35 years old.
My partner is in his 50s and currently playing the remaster of Final Fantasy X, has a bunch of TFA figures (including two different Reys, much to my delight), and a crapton of Disney Infinity figures. And that’s only the tip of the geeky iceberg that is him.
So yeah, Mr. Sophisticated would find us childish. Which is weird, because said partner has a mortgage and works 40 hours a week and all that “grown up” shit so he can afford all this geeky stuff (and helps me afford that damned fabric for that fucking cosplay). When I could work, I paid rent and had bills and all that shit – and purchased games.
This article is filled with delightful snobbishness and so much “getting it wrong” that I can’t even get mad. I just laugh at the odd analogies like this:
Let’s use a food analogy. It’s like making hamburger out of Wagu beef mixed with foie gras and then serving it in a toasted brioche bun and topping it with artisan cheddar, oak-cured bacon and hand-brined pickles. Sure, the end result will be good but it will be kind of “stupid-good,” the ultimate expression of something quite dumb. A cassoulet made with far cheaper ingredients would be a better, more sophisticated and more satisfying dish by almost any yardstick.
First of all, I would fight a motherfucker for that burger. I have no idea why he would call it “stupid-good” and compare it to what amounts to fancy French pork and beans (which also sounds damn delicious, but I can be a condescending food snob too).
Secondly, maybe I just can’t achieve the level of smart this guy has, but I don’t get the point of this analogy. The burger sounds good, the cassoulet sounds good. Hell, the burger sounds like something you’d find in one of those white tablecloth, nothing under $30 except for teensy appetizers, too rich for my blood restaurants. Maybe, just maybe, different strokes for different strokes and all that?
Got it? Good. Now back to mocking this bullshit.
Way back in 1989, I quite liked the first modern Batman film – and yet now I curse it. When it was released, it was genuinely interesting and different. A superhero film with highbrow-ish director, a dark feel and adult themes. It was a huge success and I don’t begrudge it that. The trouble is it spawned the superhero-filled-multiplex-hell we currently live in.
You are talking about Tim Burton, who did Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure and Bettlejuice before this, right? I’m not saying he’s not a good director (pre-“let’s throw Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter in everything” stage). Those were great films, but let’s face it, they’re not exactly deep and ‘sophisticated’.
Does this really matter? The answer is that it doesn’t if your dumbed-up burger is just another dish on the menu. But it does matter if your local French and Italian joints have been shut down and replaced by an entire street of huge dumbed-up burger restaurants. It matters if you live in a town where the only dish on the menu is dumbed-up burgers. Now, ask yourself how many superhero films your local cinema is currently playing.
Um, here’s the listing at the theatre I enjoy going to (it has a VIP section with booze and no kids!):
- Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice
- The Divergent Series: Allegiant
- My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2
- Miracles from Heaven
- 10 Cloverfield Lane
- London Has Fallen
- Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
- The Perfect Match
- In Their Own Words: The Tuskegee Airmen
So that’s two superhero movies, one children’s movie, one based on a book movie, one Christian drama, one psychological thriller, one action thriller, two comedies, one romantic film, and one documentary.
Not exactly a deluge of superheroes. Hell, there’s even a documentary for the “highbrow” types. (And seriously, just because BvS tanked doesn’t mean we’ve reached the bottom of the barrel. It just means DC really REALLY need to do fucking better).
Of course, I know there’s a business case for it. I understand that big franchise films come with built in branding. I get that, if you went to see Iron Man, you may well go and see Iron Man 2 all the way through to Iron Man 47. I know these films do well in increasingly important markets like China because they’re easy to dub (a total lack of nuance helps).
Iron Man? The series that includes Iron Man 3, which deals with the aftermath and trauma of a near death experience? That has a ‘total lack of nuance’? Whut, I say, whut?
There’s more misunderstanding of these movies and their source material that pretty much screams “Either I have never read a comic book in my life” or “I may have read a few, but I’ve not bothered to think of them too much”.
See, these movies are popcorn summer (most of the time) blockbusters. Most have made mad bank. But they also deal with some pretty serious themes. Alienation, bigotry, “with great power comes great responsibility”, the aforementioned PSTD, betrayal, I could go on. He mentions two “better” movies whose plots and themes aren’t all that different from at least two of these “dumbed up” movies.
Sicario – Fish out of water must join a big ol’ conflict
Captain America: Winter Solider – Fish out of water must join a big’ conflict. And if we’re talking about Bucky, it’s fish out of water brainwashed into BEING the big conflict.
A Most Wanted Man – An outsider forced to join or finds themselves in a big conflict
X-Men – An outsider finds themselves in a huge ass conflict (that would be Wolverine, for those who’d forgotten that plot)
Just because there’s tight costumes and action sequences (and I’m assuming both of those mentioned movies have them in there too) and CGI and are big and loud, doesn’t mean there’s a lack of meaning in them.
Don’t get me wrong, there are some big and loud movies that are just big and loud, the Expendables series and Pacific Rim immediately come to mind, but they have something else that draws fans.
Dude, don’t you remember fun? Yeah, comic books stopped doing it for you when you were a teenager, but don’t you remember enjoying them? Why do we have to give up that same sense of ‘fun’ when we’re adults? Why shrug off hobbies that we enjoy? Because that’s what “grown ups” do?
And yes, I know Persepolis started as a graphic novel – and very good it is too. But it’s an exception to the general rule that if you need to shave, you should be reading books where you have to make the pictures in your own head.
General rule, since when? Who made this rule, other than your dad? Because I and far too many other adults have been flipping the bird to that and other “rules” adults must follow be considered an adult for ages. So I should just delete my games, close my Steam and GOG accounts and crack open a thick book (spoiler: I somehow manage to do both in this reality) just because I’m in my 30s and some “intellectual snob” says so?
And then he mentions Netflix, because you can read all the time haha. You want superhero shows with meaning and themes and artistic whatevers? Jessica Jones and Daredevil will knock your socks off if you bother to get past the ‘superhero’ part.
You don’t have to, of course, but damn, quit trying to harsh our squee.
(oh and by the way, you include South Park in the grouping of acceptable forms of entertainment. South Park. Fucking SOUTH PARK. Have you seen the movie? If you happen to find a show that involves a black kid named Token, a pot smoking towel, and a fucking talking bit of poop proper entertainment for ‘self-respecting’ adults, then you really have no business telling anyone else to grow up. Honey, please)
I mean, rapists getting away with raping, NC passing a bullshit anti-LGBT law (good on the trans community for their direct action yesterday. Shut that shit down, y’all), more bullshit abortion laws on the books, terrorist attacks in Ankara, the Ivory Coast and Brussels, for some reason Cruz and Trump are cat fighting about their wives, the Bundy occupation left a literal shitty mess – and I know I’m missing even more.
And no, I’m not linking to any of that shit because it all pisses me off so much.
Instead, I’m gonna link to some stuff that puts a smile on my face this week. Hopefully it will do the same for you.
An actual recipe for mochi, which means mochiaisu (ice cream filled mochi) is a possibility! I’m so saving up for rice flour!
FLCL IS GETTING MORE SEASONS!!! #rideonshootingstar
For those looking for books with bisexual characters, the Bi Writers Association has listed their finalists for their Fourth Annual Bisexual Book Awards, which is exciting in itself because I recognize some of the authors and titles in the Erotica category, including a book I beta’d. So fingers crossed that one of those wins!
Twitter user @CivilJustUs started this hilarious hashtag #FxckBoyFuneral. It goes from describing was a fuckboy is, what fuckboys do, fuckboys in the media, and shit fuckboys might even wear – like this pair of Hotep-as-fuck Timberlands:
Here’s to a better Friday. Or a better weekend for us all.
Today in “Holy Shit, Hypocrisy”, kick ass Twitter user @CardsAgstHrsmt has been posting Tweets from dudebros which say one thing…and then some pictures of them that say something else:
Yup. Women who pose half-naked lose the respect of dudes who happily post pictures of themselves…half-naked?!? Really?
Just look at them, shameless and proud of their near nakedness, posting pictures and showing off. Would you want your kid to bring such hussies home all like, “I want to marry him!”. Nay, I say, nay! Just look at how little respect these men have for themselves!
Wait, what was that? I shouldn’t hold these men to the same standards as they’re holding women? Why, I wonder? It’s not like there’s a double standard at play OH WAIT YES THERE IS!
See, boys (may I call you boys? Tough, I’m calling you boys), what you’re doing is what most mature adults would call “Being a hypocritical jackwagon”. I’m going to assume that you probably are very aware of it, and are exploiting the fact that it’s a-okay for you to pose half-naked and get no shit for it, while a woman doing the same thing would be buried under the weight of the shit she would receive: creepy comments, harassment, calls of “slut” and “whore”, etc. And heaven forbid if a woman held the same standards as you do.
“It’s just the way it is!” some folks will argue. “It’s a double standard, but there’s nothing we can do about it! It’s natural/human nature/*insert other evo psych bullshit here*!”
The only ones holding up that double standard are you, while the rest of us are trying to get past that sort of nonsense. How many of these assholes (or those who nod right along in agreement) might have Tumblrs full of half naked women to wank to? Are any of them fans of upskirt/downshirt pics? Then it takes some damn nerve to judge anyone who volunteers to show off their bodies with the same pride these guys show off their pecs, abs, and chest?
My flabber is gasted. Or it would be if I wasn’t oh so painfully aware of sexism. Do better boys.
Or at least cover up. I can see your nipples.*
*Obvious Disclaimer is Obvious: Yes, I know the answer isn’t for everyone to actually put clothes on, but for everyone to be free enough to wear whatever amount of clothing they want, snap photos, and post them on any social media site they have access to. Duh. Now you don’t have to argue for/against it in the comments. Cheers!
So, I’ve been fighting for disability for about 2 years now, I’ve applied, appealed, and am now awaiting a hearing with a judge…eventually. I’ve got legal help, and am hopeful.
I noticed when I see posts about disability on the Facebooks and the Twitters, and almost every time some person will pop in with some anecdote about their sister’s hair stylist’s grandmom’s thrice removed who’s cheating the system and how we need to crack down on this loafers who just don’t want to work and want to live off the government teat.
As someone on public assistance, i hear the same shit about welfare recipients. It’s like everyone’s cheating the government or something, trying to get something for nothing, and it’s growing and how can we sustain all of these freeloaders?
Except they’re not. Yep, right in the New York Friggin’ Times. Read it. Skip the comments, because as usual, even in the face of fucking facts, people are really, really, invested in hanging onto their bullshit.
Part of it is that BS insistence on hanging onto crap about freeloaders. Part of it is a terrible misunderstanding about the process of getting disability, And part of it is a general misunderstanding about disability in general.
The process is long. Almost two years for me. It requires so much information – good luck if you haven’t had consistent health care. It requires so much waiting and waiting and waiting and fucking waiting. Lots of people give up after that first rejection. Even more after the rejected appeal. Your life is picked apart as complete strangers examine every part of it. If you can’t lift 30 pounds with your chronic illness, can you lift 10? You can’t speak on the phone without a panic attack, but how about customers face to face?
It’s hard and fuck anyone who thinks it’s just as easy as “Just find a doctor who will lie for you.”
The misunderstanding about disability is frustrating as hell. To way too many people, to be disabled means that you lie in bed in all day, staring at the wall while others care for you until the day you die. If you have to leave the house, and you have a disability placard, you better LOOK like a ‘cripple’. Otherwise, you’re a liar, liar, liarface fraud and we all hate you.
So you get anecdotes like “Oh, I saw that guy with a bad back on a sitting mower that one time? Doesn’t he know he’s supposed to be in his house in bed all day? Liar!”
Or “What’s that? The lady who you know has depression laughed in my presence once. That’s not how depression works! She’s obviously faking it.”
Or “Didn’t I see that person in a wheelchair yesterday? But they’re walking all their own today! Liar! Faker!”
There’s no such thing as a “good day’ when you’re disabled. There’s no such thing as “good meds” that work, but not well enough for you to hold down a job. There’s no such thing as “invisible illnesses”. Not in the black and white world of these people.
Their ignorance is to our determent. They have no idea about the details of the subjects of their anecdotes, what exactly is wrong, what treatments have been tried. But it’s enough to judge. Fuck them.
And no, spare me the fucking anecdotes in my comments, kay?
I’m going to be late for my doctor’s appointment messing around with this nonsense, but this was too good to pass up, y’all.
It’s another one of those “Feminace Rips Apart Some BS Pro-Life Screed”, but this has a special twist – I’m “supporting” local talent. Yes, cats and kittens, a friend shared a screed, and I read it and recognized the names as being two of THE WORST of our protesters.
It’s a how-to guide about responding to the myriad objections people give when these fuckers start harassing them, and since I’m not allowed to engage while in the vest and on the sidewalk, I’m not going to let this opportunity pass me by. Oh no.
First, just read this shit. It’s short, don’t worry. Don’t read while driving, or drinking anything or eating anything less you choke or spill or crash. Got it? Good.
Where do we even start?
You can see, pretty clearly (and I’ve heard, pretty clearly), that harassment IS the name of the game. They have responses for “objections” like:
“Back off! Get lost! Leave me alone!”
“Quit harassing us, this is hard enough already!”
“I’m just here for birth control.”
“I’m not even pregnant.”
“I’ve already made my decision.”
“Leave us alone or I’m calling the police.”
…with everything BUT backing the fuck off and respecting the speaker’s right to be left alone. This is what they train others to do as well. Keep talking, never shut up, respect, what respect?
There’s also a great deal of gaslighting (that is: creating doubt to the point that your victims cannot trust their own judgement) in some of these responses as well. Check this shit out:
“Back off! Get lost! Leave me alone!”
“Your anger is misdirected. You are angry that you are in a bad situation, but we can help you.”
“Adoption? You think I’m going to carry this baby for nine months and then just give it away!?”
“That’s okay; how can we help you KEEP your baby?”
“I’m just here for birth control.”
“Sometimes people tell us they’re here for something else when they’re really here for an abortion. You can be honest with me. God knows the truth anyway.”
Gaslighting is a pretty insidious tactic, commonly used by abusers to keep their victims always guessing and dependent on abuser’s guidance. And the fine folks at Pro-Life Action Ministries openly advocate this tactic of treating patients as if they themselves have not the fuck clue what they want. That they actually want what the protesters want. Always. Such respect, Wow.
Then there’s outright WTFery, stuff that when I’ve heard it, made me stop in my tracks for a moment:
“You don’t need to listen to them, they are just protesters.” (from an abortion escort or worker)
“I am not a ‘protester,’ I am a ‘protector,’ a ‘protector of women and their unborn children.’”
Sure thing, sweetheart. You pass out lit, harass every person who walks by, and wave signs. Nope, not the actions of a protester. Not at all.
“It’s too late. I’ve already started the abortion.”
“There’s a good chance your baby is still alive and is healthy! Babies have survived (the abortion pill or the first part of a late-abortion). Let’s call a doctor who can help you right now.”
…nice advice from people who are not medically trained. And the ‘reversal’ they’re currently trying to hype hasn’t been tested enough to be considered a mainstream procedure. Note that the only state that tried to make mentioning it a requirement had its law put on hold, with opponents stating pretty much what I just fucking said. I dunno about you, but I wouldn’t trust a bunch of non-doctors recommending any sort of medical treatment with a fuckton of evidence.
“I could die if I have this baby.”
“If that’s really the reason you’re having an abortion, let’s get you to a pro-life doctor who cares about BOTH you and your baby. Besides, this abortion could hurt you; women have even died from abortions.”
We have had a women collapse in tears in the lobby after being badgered with this shit. Her fetus was not viable. A doctor already told her that. This isn’t just WTFery, it’s cruelty.
“Will you just shut up?” (from a boyfriend outside smoking)
“Okay, I’ll stop talking if you take and read this information and pass it on to your girlfriend. Otherwise, I need to tell you the truth about abortion and how we can help you and your girlfriend and your baby.”
“I will cease harassing you if you do what I tell you to do.” Yup, that’s not harassment at all.
And now, I’ve had people ask, repeatedly, when I share my stories from the sidewalk “Why don’t the patients call the cops/mace or throw water or even punch a protester? That’s what *I* would do.” And the fact that I have to explain this answer rankles me…sometimes. So, here goes.
Let’s say a patient does call the cops for harassment. That means the patients has to come out of the doctor’s office to talk to said cop and point out who exactly did it. Now, remember, when it comes to abortions, time is of the essence. The longer you wait, the more costly and complicated the procedure will be. So, they might miss their appointment window and have to reschedule and frankly, it wouldn’t be worth it to me. Also, now they have/know my name and address if I press charges, because police report.
And what if someone offs and slaps the shit out of a protester? Oh boy, they can martyr that shit right up. They can call the cops, the assailant is compelled to come down, and in some cases, the poor hurt protester won’t press charges if the patient just “talks to them”.
See the problem?
And of course, others are proud to inform me that they would happily shut these guys down with the application of either harsh words or increased volume or both. Trust me, wanna-be warriors, you’d only be wasting your precious vocal chords. If large angry male companions and loud angry female companions and upset, crying, screaming patients of all sorts don’t faze these assholes, you don’t stand a chance. Not one. See this article? They are trained to be relentless. Each harsh word is like getting nailed up right next to Jesus, for the unrighteous hating on you is supposed to be a sign of being a good child of God and doing something right, or something.
What CAN you do? Volunteer. Escort (it’s really not very difficult. I do not have Job’s patience, but I manage it at least once a week). Donate money to abortion funds. Bother your Congresscritters for better harassment laws that don’t put the entire onus on the harassed to make a complaint.
It’s not very sexy, but a lot more effective.
How was your 4th, Americans? Nice? Good.
I was at CONvergence. It was fun, but also very, very exhausting for me with the whole fibro plus GAD thing. But I did remember my self-care, so I got through it.
…told y’all I loved me some Dragon Age: Inquisition.
Anyway, that happened and then the week of mental and physical recovery happened and now I’m here. Still tired in the brain, but holy shit stuff happened and I can’t let it all pass without some commentary, so I’m dragging the Linky Roundup tag out of storage just for you.
** First of all: The ever awesome Iris Vander Pluym has awarded Seriously?!? a Very Inspiring Blogger Award, and I am very pleased as punch. Thank you, Iris! If you haven’t given Perry Street Place a gander, you simply must. And if you haven’t also given any of the other blogs on the list a gander, see previous sentence.
** I apparently missed an amazing Twitter clapback, or should I call this a clapBLACK. There’s this hashtag that got some notice, #whitegirlsdoitbetter. It in the vein of those “Post to make a black girl mad” BS nonsense that has white women try super hard with their attempt to copy our dance moves, gratuitous booty shots and picture of adorable interracial children. Personally, the first two make me giggle (I’m not into body shaming, but if you’re trying to prove that your ass is better than your average black girl, HAVE SOME ASS. Otherwise, stick with what you know you’ve got and do you, okay?), and the last makes me roll my eyes. Congrats, you have bedded a black man and have born his children. I’m supposed to be ‘mad’ why?
So, this hashtag. I have no idea when it appeared on Black Twitter’s radar, but it did and the reactions were priceless. Blavity has the highlights. Lesson, don’t come for us if we didn’t send for you.
** Speaking of people on Twitter who I think are amazing and should be followed by everyone, actress/comedian/general hoopy frood who knows where her towel is Pia Glenn delighted her YouTube subscribers by bringing back her trifling cousin Yvonne to explain why Black Twitter is pissed by people who pull from them without compensation.
“What’s going on with Black Twitter? The rent, bitch!”
Seriously, watch it.
** Bringing the mood down, another day, another reminder of how Black Lives Don’t Matter. Add “exercising your own damn horses” to the list of shit we can’t do without getting some shit and then death from cops Rest in Power, Jonathan Sanders.
** Bringing the mood up a bit, Obama’s ‘screw you’ to the Hobby Lobby decision is glorious. Fuck your ‘closely-held religious beliefs”.
** Homophobic and just plain foolish county clerks are reacting to gay marriage being a thing everywhere in this country by refusing to do their jobs. Again, fuck your “closely-held religious beliefs”.
** In “shit I can’t believe I have to say to people news”: Ladies, a man in a kilt is not an invitation. Keep your fucking hands to yourselves, for fuck’s sake.
…and to round things off, Rest Well, Satoru Iwata-san, president of Nintendo. The gamer community will miss you terribly.