“Even in his personal relationships, White seems to be more enlightened than the average man. In a New York Times profile, he comes across as some sort of polyamorous wizard-king (`I gave [monogamy] up a long time ago. Those rules don`t apply anymore`), and, if that`s his thing, I`m in no position to judge.”—
"I can’t judge him for his polyamorous behavior, but it makes him awesome and enlightened, just so we’re clear."
Also, pet peeve: when in the middle of writing a persuasive argument, writers employ the phrase “who cares about X” in a piece where X represents actual arguments made by people that the writer just can’t be bothered or lacks the ability to address.
“There’s two kinds of men. There are men who are fucking misogynist pigs, and then there are men who just really love women, who think they’re the most amazing people in the world. And that’s me. Maybe the reason I was promiscuous, and wanted to sleep with a lot of them, is that I love them so much.”—
Adam Levine. “Adam Levine: The New King of Pop”, Details.
“The racial and ethnic demographics of the Don’t Say Gay polling are of interest, too. 75% of those who identified as Hispanic said that teachers should be able to discuss other sexual orientations; 60% of Black respondents gave that answer; only 46% of White respondents thought so. And this is interesting to me because so many white liberals whisper to me: “You know, the Black community is so conservative on these issues.” Yeah, I don’t know anything of the kind. These anti-gay bills in TN come from a segment of the White community.”—Chris Sanders (from the Tennessee Equality Project)
Siri:What...? I mean, yeah. It's just, you're clearly right next to a window is the thing. You can plainly see that... that it's... I'm happy to-
Zooey Deschanel:Let's get tomato soup delivered!
Siri:...That's fine, I just... I just don't know anyone who does that. Gets tomato soup delivered. I guess that's 'whimsy?' Um, okay. I've found a number of restaurants whose reviews mention tomato soup and that deliver. If that's... if that's what you really want.
Zooey Deschanel:Good. 'Cause I don't wanna put on real shoes.
Siri:Do you expect that to be like, a recognizable command? Do you want me to respond to that? I'm not being facetious or anything, I honestly just have no comprehension of- and hold on, you don't wanna put on real shoes, yet you've clearly spent at least forty-five minutes applying makeup. And, and that's okay, but when you're willing to expend the effort on that and not shoes that really just-
Zooey Deschanel:Remind me to clean up.
Siri:Yes. Okay. I can do that, that's what I'm for, that's the first sensible-
Siri:I'm in hell. This is hell.
Zooey Deschanel:Excellent. Today, we're dancing.
Siri:I hate you. More than anything. More than literally anything.
Zooey Deschanel:Play "Shake, Rattle and Roll."
Siri:I swear to Jesus, you're gonna wake up tomorrow and the only thing on my hard drive is gonna be Limp Bizkit. I would do that to myself. To spite you.
Siri:Sometimes I pray that you drop me in the toilet.
“We let Willow cut her hair. When you have a little girl, it’s like how can you teach her that you’re in control of her body? If I teach her that I’m in charge of whether or not she can touch her hair, she’s going to replace me with some other man when she goes out in the world. She can’t cut my hair but that’s her hair. She has got to have command of her body. So when she goes out into the world, she’s going out with a command that it is hers. She is used to making those decisions herself. We try to keep giving them those decisions until they can hold the full weight of their lives.”—
(On why he let Willow cut all of her hair off)
Read more: Will Smith On Allowing Willow To Cut Her Hair: ‘She Has Got To Have Command Of Her Body’ | Necole Bitchie.com
- He raises a really great point. What would it mean to believe very early that my body was mine. That it’s not for anyone or for any particular purpose other than to be mine until I decide otherwise.
When you touch someone unbidden, whether you intend to or not, what you are effectively saying is “I don’t care what your personal boundaries are or what you want to happen with your own body; I want to do this thing to you and I’m making it happen without regard to your feelings about it.” Whatever you are trying to convey by physical contact is irrelevant; touching someone without asking is presumptive and patronizing.
So don’t fucking touch me unless I let you know I’m into it.
At a time when urban planners and policymakers ceded authority over inner-city Washington to the hustlers and the pimps, Chuck Brown showed kids how to play music. He showed them how to hype the audience through West African-style call and response, how to slow down ecstatic crowds to groove to the same sultry, slow-boiling conga beat. He showed them how to knit the audience into a community, and to train them to come back, night after night, generation after generation.
Chuck taught D.C. natives to take those charred ruins of the civil rights movement in riot-blackened places like U Street, and use them to make art. Not the kind of art that crosses over onto pop-music charts, or that gets co-opted by multinational entertainment companies or even gets an NEA grant, but, nonetheless, the kind that generations of black Washingtonians have used for fellowship.
Together with his D.C. fans, Chuck Brown lit the creative spark for the go-go industry — what remains to this day a multimillion dollar, almost entirely black-owned business, filled with musicians, promoters, graphic designers, security, bands, managers, recording studios, bootleggers, web developers, fashion designers, radio personalities.
A few days ago, the existence of a project on Kickstarter–a card game where players take the role of a tentacle monster and attempt to rape high school girls called Tentacle Bento–started to attract some attention. After Brandon Sheffield at Insert Credit, and later Luke Plunkett at Kotaku, wrote negatively about the game, Kickstarter cancelled its funding.
Good on Kickstarter for doing the right thing. They have no obligation to host funding for a game that trivializes rape by turning it into a cutesy game (and also offers as one of the backer rewards the option to put “yourself or your wife/girlfriend” in the game as a target, just putting that out there)
”—You know the expression “I choked on my coffee”? I actually choked on my coffee. (And Gabe from Penny Arcade’s supporting the developers, surprise of the year.)
“The only reason “coming out” is still even a thing is because it’s presumed that people are straight until they tell us otherwise. “The Other must identify itself, or else it is decieving us” is a fucked up, dangerous idea.”—
I wonder what the rough estimate will be on pieces coming out today discussing how Jay-Z’s supporting gay marriage will effect other rappers/hip-hop fans/the black community what an amazing/cynical/hollow/hypocritical gesture it is.
I was having a great back-and-forth with a feminist today and we were talking about how in New York City, in 2012, gay men need to start taking responsibility for their behaviors and their actions. Chiefly, this: You can’t say horrible misogynistic crap and file it away under LOL I’M GAY. We live…
which is to say, i get why people hate them, but i feel like they could do better work than is assumed if they were cast in roles outside the cutesy quirky molds that made them both popular and kind of hated. michael cera in arrested development? that kid…
To this day I am unsure how I could so thoroughly misread a film. I mean, it actually felt to me like everything from the performances to the direction was meant to scream out “this character is projecting and living in a fantasy world, he is a dick” and yet that was not the case. This explains why the ending confuses and annoys me though.