I did the rant on Facebook days ago, but since I’m on this weird “sleep during the heat, work on costume and the Sims during the night” schedule, I just remembered that I promised that I would post it here so it can be shared (my Facebook is friendslocked):
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New Contender For Most Punchable Face
Martin Shkreli held the title for so long that it was due a changeover.
Content Warning: Rape, with some descriptions.
How? How? Fucking HOW?
Some conservative wastrel claims that gay marriage will destroy the institution of marriage, or, more recently, that ‘bathroom bills’ will protect da chillens.
Where Were You?
So I made this comment on a friend’s Facebook in response to their concerns about the voting process here in these United States:
I really wish everyone who is this concerned about the voting process would be this concerned when there isn’t a big deal election happening.
…then maybe, just maybe something could be done about it.
The comments quickly devoted into a “Bernie lost/No he hasn’t” argument, which made me roll my eyes at the missed point and post that same comment on my Facebook.
“How To Not Have Your Ass Handed To You” Part Whatever
Hello again, class. Today’s lesson is called “Words Not Invented By Tumblr”
Now we have a lot of edgelord “anti-SJW” fucksticks – and that’s a technical term – who are damned determined to call every word they either don’t understand or like the work of oversensitive Tumblrina special snowflakes.
Here are a quick list of terms that, I promise you, existed before 2007:
- asexual
- pansexual
- intersectionality
- neurodivergent
- otherkin
- ableism
- intersex
- agender
- non-binary
- Aspergers
- genderfluid
- cissexism
- cis
- problematic
I’m pretty sure there are more, but in case you’re wondering ‘how do you know that?’, the answer is easy.
I put the word into the thing called a search engine and looked it up!
You can do it too! It’s not as easy as just claiming words you don’t like as the invention of a website you dismiss as fluff invaded by SJWs, but you will sound a lot more intelligent. I mean, you could not be on the same site, with your attempts at mocking profiles that tell the world that you are some sort of “trans-refrigerator, bisexual donkey person”, but what do I know? I merely offer tips to help you sound smart.
And aren’t you smarter than those darn Ess-Jay-DubbaYews?
It’s Like They Want People Getting Shot
By now, I assume the word has gone out about Ideal Conceal‘s two shot derringer that folds up to look like a cellphone. If not, have a gander:
This makes me facepalm for two reasons, the company’s is in my current state of residence, and the other reason should be completely fucking obvious.
In a country with a motherfucker can get shot reaching for his damn ID, where a 12 year old boy is shot for having a fake gun in a state where having a real gun is legal, is this a good idea? Don’t even get me started finding links on people being shot for reaching for a cell phone, or twitching wrong. Usually while black.
But don’t you worry, folks, the creator Kirk Kjellberg assures us all that it’s okay, as long as people are responsible with their weapons.
“In America, we have lots of children in contact with pistols already. There’s been quite a few incidents long before my product came along,” he said. “For me, it’s not the gun. It’s the people. So if you have a pistol and you have children anywhere near you, it’s your responsibility to lock that stuff up and keep it away from children.”
Yup, and I’m sure buyers of this thing will be super responsible, like every single case of gun fail we’ve seen before.
The Facebook page for this “thing” is studded with ‘right to bear’ arms arguments and memes and shit, and this delightful piece of advice:
WHEN I read these crazy posts about how people will now be more likely to be shot for either “reaching for their phone” or “pointing their phone at a cop”, I still cannot get over the TOTAL ENTITLEMENT exhibited in those statements. Police are here to serve but are not your servants. If your ANYWHERE near a Law Enforcement Officer of any kind DON’T BE AN IDIOT; DON’T MOVE AROUND QUICKLY OR AT ALL, KEEP YOUR HANDS VISIBLE AT ALL TIMES, DON’T “REACH” FOR ANYTHING UNLESS THE NICE OFFICER HAS AGREED YOU CAN DO SO. If you want to scratch your nose or your balls, ASK PERMISSION. If you want to film an officer: “EXCUSE ME WHILE I WHIP THIS OUT” doesn’t cut it with me. Tell them in a reasonable tone you are going to SLOWLY get your phone so you can record, IF THEY SAY NO, THEN ITS NO. You can take it up with their superior, (or the Judge), later. If your an assbag about your interactions with Police, it will end badly, period!
Excuse me while I laugh as hard as I can. Having tears in your eyes and rage in your heart counts as hysterical laughter, right?
Do I have to list the number of people who didn’t do anything and are shot by the police? How the police barge into the homes of innocent people and just blow them away (too many links to even pick one to post)? What did a 7-year-old sleeping girl do? How the police shoot motherfuckers who aren’t even armed? Like naked men who aren’t carrying a weapon and obviously needed help?
Where they all ‘idiots’ and ‘assbags’? And no, you fool, we’ve seen time and a-fucking-gain what happens when we try to ‘take it up with their supervisor’. Have you even been paying attention to the news and the protests and shit? If anyone around here is ‘entitled’, it’s you, creating this shit because you got looked at by some people with a kid pointed out your gun. Oh poor you.
Assbag.
Thinking about Disability More
As you can see in this picture, I use a cane. It’s pretty and shiny and it’s name is Draco. Let me let you in on a little secret; I don’t need it at all times. So why do I carry it?
When most people think about disability, they think of people bed bound. They think of 100% blindness, deafness, muteness. They think of wheelchairs and walkers and crutches all day long. They think of missing limbs and catastrophic brain injuries, but only the ones that leaves one capable of only drooling in the corner. They think of that sweet bagger at the grocery store, trying their best.
And then, they stop thinking.
That’s where we get the heartless claims like,
“Most people on disability are lying and cheating the system.”
“Oh, poor you, have a bad back? Take some aspirin and get back to work.”
“I know she’s on Social Security, but I saw her walk to the mail box without her wheelchair yesterday! She’s a cheat!”
You know, shit like that.
If they bothered to keep thinking, they might discover a few things. They might discover the concept of “good days” and “bad days”. They might realize that disabilities come in different levels and flavors and severity. They might realize that not all disabilities are in the legs. They might get what ‘chronic’ means. They might even realize that mental illnesses can actually be disabling.
See, for me, a good day is getting up without using the headboard to lift myself. It’s getting up and down the stairs slowly, actually getting shit done around the house. It’s not needing to sit in my chair to put on pants and socks. It’s feeling up for dialing a number and speaking to someone. It’s standing or sitting in front of people and talking to them without feeling like fleeing (too much) It’s not needing my cane to get around to say, the corner store. It’s feeling like going to the corner store.
It’s feeling that I don’t want to die today.
A bad day is, well, turn all that on it’s head. It’s being so tired that my day turns into a series of naps. It’s sliding against the wall going down the stairs, or just not bothering with them at all. It’s crying in bed or in front of my computer for no discernible reason and ignoring PMs and sending phone calls to voicemail. It’s going 3-4 days in the same pajamas without showering because who the fuck cares, right? It’s being so anxious that I don’t even want to exchange greetings with anyone who lives with me. It’s beating up on myself for being worthless. It’s considering my options for suicide.
And yeah, those are cane days. I lean on the fucker when I know I’ll be standing for a long period of time (like waiting for a bus) or around people for a while (the grip is nice and steady). I use it to get in and out of the car. On the bus, I sit in the preferential seating.
When someone asks me why I use a cane, I give a short answer. “Oh, I have fibro.”
What I want to say is “Because we live in a society that values our ability to labor over quality of life, I worry about being judged on my ‘good days’, so I carry it with me at all times whenever I leave the house.”
But those are longer words. And they require people to think. It’s a bit much to think about for others.
I really wish they would, though. The disabled need those thoughts.
Triggering Snuff
Boy oh boy, that’s gonna pop up on someone’s search, and they’re gonna haaaaate reading this.
Oh well.
Alright, I realized I though I’d said something, when I actually didn’t so here goes:
For my allies and friends, yes, showing clips or pictures of black people dead by police hands might get someone you know to wake up and smell the racism, but for me, given how often it’s happened, it’s like sharing bits of snuff porn, like Faces of Black Death, except they’re all real.
“Here’s this large black woman slumped over on the ground, dead or dying due to police neglect”
“Here’s the body of that kid with the Skittles and Iced Tea”
“Watch this cop shoot this black man to death!”
What I’m asking for here is for people to keep in mind that for some of us, this is tiresome and (yup, gonna say it. Hold on to you hats) TRIGGERING. Gasp, I know, I used the terrible word that shows that I’m fragile snowflake that cannot handled Real Life.
You know, like I haven’t been bombarded with this photos for fucking YEARS already. I’ve had enough Real Life. I’ve had enough of our dead being used to “prove” that we’re being slain unfairly. Can you, just for a moment, try to empathize that maybe I…or we…have had enough Real Life, plxthanks. Too many people, too many thoughts of brothers and mothers and fathers and grandparents and sisters pop in my own mind. Too much Real Life will traumatize a motherfucker. Like college students who have had Real Life thrown into their faces before they step one foot onto campus, lives of poverty, assault, rape, physical abuse, raising siblings, holding down jobs of their own.
Have some fucking empathy.
At the very least, put the article or picture in a comment. Find an article that has a picture of the victim alive, so we can see them as a person, and not a hunk of dead dark flesh to gawk at.
Please?
Please? Please?
(And yes, I do make use of my “Hide Post” button. That’s not the fucking point.)
Peaceful Savages
As I’ve said a lot among friends, if black people were as violent as white people think we were, this entire shit would have been burned to the ground long before I was even born.
But we’re not, no matter how many dogs get sicced on us or hoses are sprayed at us, or tear gas canisters are thrown at us, rubber bullets shot, fully armed to the teeth cops being intimidating, we don’t bite back.
(sure, there have been riots, but never in direct response to being threatened, and aren’t the focus of this post)
We have been insulted to our faces, told our hair isn’t acceptable, our skin too dark. White supremacists burn crosses, ride confederate flag festooned trucks past our children’s birthday parties, walk in our neighborhoods openly carrying their guns, mock our dead, and very rarely do these people get popped in the fucking mouth.
And it’s not just black folks. Due to the recent attacks in Beirut and Paris, people are tripping over themselves to see who can be the biggest Islamaphobic douchenozzle.
Then act surprised when white people start fucking with anyone in a hijab or on a prayer mat. Mosques and Muslim owned businesses have been vandalized and anyone wearing a scarf on their head is a potential target for verbal or physical abuse by complete strangers.
And through it all, there is no retaliation.
I could go on with examples; pro-choicers NOT going after pro-lifers in the wake of violence, queer people NOT going after straights after a bashing, and so on and so forth. You wanna know why?
Think about what that would look like. Especially in the media, who looks for just about any excuse to demonize the opressed. Already keyed up bigots, who who only need little reason, no matter if true or not, wanna act out so badly.
I’m gonna quickly point out here the desperation of white racists to start a Race War by taunting black people in so many ways, waiting for us to respond in kind, so they can go “see, these niggers ARE violent and dangerous”, and justify killing us. It’s quite literally the “I’m not touching you” game that ends up in someone getting hit.
And deep down, we all know that. So we refrain. We act with peace. We may make a fuss, but we don’t go eye for an eye.
We can’t go eye for an eye.
And you need to understand what a further burden that is. To be taunted and abused and knowing damn well you can’t respond in kind. You have to be the bigger person while bigots get to act all kind of ways.
That is some hard shit. We need our allies to know that. So the next time you want to say something like “Well, if that was me, I would…”, stop and think.
And then shut the fuck up.
And Basic Shit Season Gets Even More Basic: A Rant
For those new to Feminace and all of the weirdness therein, I posted a thing last year about racist Halloween costumes and how I wasn’t going to break it down how dressing as another culture is fucked up unless a motherfucker was willing to pay up.
You can find that here, and oh, by the way, my rates have gone up by $100. You know, inflation and broke bitch be broke. Fuck you, pay me.
Apparently, we have to add another type of costume to not do to the fucking list:
DON’T FUCKING DO THIS.
Do we even have to explain why?
Do we?
Apparently, according to the replies on the Facebook page where this pic is featured WE FUCKING DO.
“Wah, PC is gonna ruin Halloween!”
“You’re offended, no one cares!”
“Don’t be whiny, it’s just one night!!!!”
You’re right, jackasses on Facebook, it’s one fucking night. One night that you can possibly NOT be an asshole. One night you could not make someone who CAN’T take of the ‘costume’ uneasy. One night you can try some, I dunno, creativity in a fucking costume.
We who give a shit aren’t a problem, you are. You, with all the imagination of a fucking dead goldfish, who can’t bother to think beyond “hee hee, dis ill be funneh”, are the problem. You and your lack of empathy. You and you lazy, sorry, basic asses.
I could post links that could show you why this costume isn’t okay. I could post links about disowned, disenfranchised, discriminated, and dead trans women. But you don’t care. You just want your lazy yuks, you pieces of shit.
And the fact that Caitlyn Jenner ‘doesn’t mind’ this take on her coming out outfit doesn’t fucking matter. She’s not the only trans woman in the world, so don’t even try that excuse.
If you can’t put together two brain cells together to create a fucking costume for your “one night”, you can go buy something else. Halloween Superstore has thousands of different costumes. You could be anything else that won’t shit on a marginalized group of people that YOU. ARE. NOT.
But you don’t fucking care. So fuck you.
I hope someone throws a red solo cup of trash can punch on your fucking “Call Me Cait” white nightie. I hope someone snatches your “Indian headdress” and throws it in the trash. I hope you’re thrown out of the party when you show up in black/brown/yellow/redface and treated like a pariah. I hope the people around you are better than you and treat you like the unfunny piece of shit. I hope pictures of you show up all over the Internet, your boss (current or future) finds it, and fires (never hires) your ass.
Because when you replace “being PC” with “being respectful”, you look like a jerk.