this is written to the best of my memory. i showed up at james’ after work and he wasn’t home, but his friend was there. his friend, the psychiatrist, who disapproves of me. he was wine drunk and loose of tongue. it was
I can’t find any female-fronted folk punk bands I think this is problematic
Black/ Asian/ trans/ any diversity in any direction
Check out Porch Cat if diversity…
"Anus Kings" or "Dorian Finch" are other examples and I’m sure we can snowball like this little by little but the issue of punk rock and almost all of its sub-genres being racist and sexist and shitty in countless ways that service scrawny white young men is well established and anything but rebellious or interesting.
It blows because in theory, I like anti-folk and all that but in practice it all tends to be hypocritical. But there are definitely examples of diversity that are a just really really hard to hunt for. But they should be hunted for.
I had been waiting for something about this school year to distinguish itself from the others because that’s been a consistent pattern, that I can go back and identify each school year distinctly by theme or general design.
So anyway, on my three year long journey to care less about what people think of me and more about what I’m doing and what I think it means, I’ve hit this great wall of a test I guess where a lot of the students dislike me for taking two editing jobs this year.
And I can say that it concerns me less than it would have maybe a year ago. And I took two because I was thinking about what made logical sense and what I felt was best for myself without hurting other people and from what I can tell, that still applies. So here’s a documentation of that.
"Henry drives through a rural area in which what appear to be barns are, with the exception of just one, mere barn facades. From the road Henry is driving on, these facades look exactly like real barns. Henry happens to be looking at the one and only real barn in the area and believes that there’s a barn over there. Henry’s belief is justified, according to traditional approach, because Henry’s visual experience justifies his belief. According to non-traditional approach, his belief is justified because Henry’s belief originates in a reliable cognitive process: vision. Yet Henry’s belief is plausibly viewed as being true merely because of luck. Had Henry noticed one of the barn-facades instead, he would also have believed that there’s a barn over there. There is, therefore, broad agreement among epistemologists that Henry’s belief does not qualify as knowledge.”
A man who went car shopping in Gwinnett County ended up in jail during a test drive. Jon-Christopher Sowells had just driven a BMW out of Philips Motors on Highway 78 in Snellville when an officer stopped him.
"He said you don’t have any tags on the car. I said, ‘No problem, I don’t have any tags on this car because it’s not my car. The dealer is right there we can get it all clarified,’” Sowells said.
Sowells said he asked the officers to call the dealer three or four times, then the officer asked to see some paperwork on the back seat. Not knowing what the papers were, Sowells refused.
“They asked me to get out of the car. I said ‘I don’t feel comfortable.’ They commenced to open up the car door and they tried to drag me out of the door by my left arm,” he said.
At that point, Sowells says, the officer had called for backup.
According to the police report, Sowells pulled away from the officers. Two officers grabbed their Tasers and Sowells got out of the car. He was arrested for obstruction.
I like to think about and talk about the power of jokes and humor and the ways in which this resembles a joke or comedic skit is almost perfectly rounded and it’s also an event that we’re all becoming more and more used to (in a bad way) and I wonder to what distance self awareness can run from people as a whole. You know, how perfectly, comedically racist can a person get before the nature of what their doing makes them become self aware.
Because this sounds made up. The part of me that would read this in a book or something and find it overly poetic is almost too surprised to appreciate the weird time we live in. The jokes and humor is building and building with every incident like this and I like to think that the people that don’t know have a kind of bubble expanding in them. I’m concerned that the popping point is farther away than makes sense.
The fear that the people around me enjoy the opportunity to vocalize sympathy regarding major disasters, school shootings, and things like that comes up every few months and I don’t want to spend so much time being so sad and critical about it all. It’s a waste of time. There’s plenty of global mental disease and I spend so much time doing the whole “inner monologue” thing and I can honestly say it’s resulted in absolutely nothing.
Having friends you connect with and feel for while having a self that you also have a relationship with and being unable to quite share it with a friend no matter how close they are. I don’t mean to not share all of myself with everyone I care about and I’m afraid that it keeps them from being able to share all of themselves with me. I think that’s ok for most people though. I hate the idea of someone feeling trapped in themselves though. I wish I could know if someone feels that way. But I don’t know what I’d do about it. I’m so afraid that I have relationships in my head with people I love and I’m not making it clear. I don’t want the people I love to be alone if they don’t want to be.
even when i see new films announced by ~cool~ indie directors i can’t help thinking “WELP, MORE MIDDLE-CLASS WHITE PEOPLE STORIES, SNORE”
it’s not that it doesn’t look like a good movie, but jesus, the absence of anything besides hegemonic groups of people is glaring
EDIT: disclaimer, this could just be because i’m a mixed race (half Asian, half European—-parents were immigrants) person and therefore have never seen people of my background relatably represented ever
No it’s like, I bet this kind of thing can make it hard to function in almost any way. because you can apply that principal to so many every day things from art to food to school or anything and really when you don’t find this sort of thing crippling, THAT’s what should be apologized for. Not having even an itching issue with the non white stories not being told. Listening to music becomes difficult when the vast majority of antifolk is white. School becomes hard to attend for the same reasons. I can’t personally imagine but it makes so much sense and I think everyone should EXPECT people to not only feel uncomfortable with the one sidedness of most art but also to just be pissed.
dissatisfaction is a great tool to use to fight this shit I think. I mean it’s the opposite of putting it in the back of your mind and just dealing with it. That’s what keeps it going.
When This song starts playing, I get this weird sinking feeling like I’m afraid if I finish it, I’ll have to again come to terms with the possibility that I’ve never liked a song this much and might never.
My whole celebrating the bad stuff that happens to me, self punishing for productive output thing might not apply to my life anymore. Talking to a friend about this helped organize it and I think that I need a new method to function.
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This is a pretty decent outline of some of my bigger fears. It’s weird because I know that at the end of the day, I want a solution more than I want to just help for the sake of helping. I mean I find myself trying to fight for things in ways that, in theory, sound helpful, like not eating animal products or ^^arguing for women to be integrated into positions of power^^ but there’s an underlying part of me that sort of knows that I’m full of shit because the selfish bits of me that want to deny being evil want to perform futile attempts at helping, even if that underlying feeling tells me I’m not doing anything really. The bigger problems are well engrained and my vegan horse shit social progression lifestyle is just the selfish parts of me scrambling to prove that I’m not evil. But at the end of the day, I’m reblogging this and hating myself because I’m afraid that the solution might not be human made. Something has to happen. A disaster. Something needs to uproot the issues. And my twenty-something, fake milk drinking self isn’t (right now?) capable of a productive natural disaster.