“In general, I think we need to move away from the premise that being a good person is a fixed immutable characteristic and shift towards seeing being good as a practice. And it is a practice that we carry out by engaging with our imperfections. We need to shift towards thinking that being a good person is like being a clean person. Being a clean person is something you maintain and work on every day.We don’t assume ‘I am a clean person therefore I don’t need to brush my teeth.’ When someone suggests to us that we have something stuck in our teeth we don’t say to them ‘What do you mean I have something stuck in my teeth—but I’m a clean person?!’”—
Not really sure what prompted this. Was it because I called out some douchebro on Twitter for posting a digusting, sexist comic? Because I agreed with a high-ranking editor at a feminist geek site? Or just because I had the nerve to Internet While Female? Who knows?
The kid in Ferguson robbed a store. The cop noticed he matched suspect description and confronted him. The kid rushed the cop, and the cop shot him- normal, procedural action. And not all of the protestors are peaceful. This isn't cops vs. the town. Yes, it's awful and yes there's alleged brutality, but the coverage on tumblr has been awful and biased
Legit the only reason people give a shit about ferguson is because a white cop shot a black kid. White cops can shoot white people and black cops can shoot black people, but the second a white shoots a black, it’s an uproar. THATS why racism remains an issue
This is it kids, the day has come. The day I meet the biggest idiot alive.
Have you been paying literally any attention? Like, not even to start with your horribly bigoted and anti black racist comments in these asks, but “the kid” who was extrajudicially executed by a police officer had a name. His name was Michael Brown, and the pig who killed him was Darren Wilson.
“'My name is Robert but I would prefer that you call me Bob.' It's just like that. You know what I mean? And if you were to insist upon calling that person Robert, you would be a colossal dick.”—Paul F. Tompkins, succinctly explaining why you call people what they want to be called, whether it’s “little people” or “transgender” or “chairperson” or “Bob”. It’s not about being politically correct and it’s not about you. It’s about basic decency and respect. (via ericmortensen)
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.
Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?
The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.
She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,
Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.
She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.
Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.
She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.
To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.
And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.
And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,
With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.
Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.
They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.
Not everything is lost.
Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)
When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.
After a long uphill battle since getting Greenlit in January, Depression Quest was planned to, and approved for, launch on Steam today. Literally minutes after we got the notification, beloved actor Robin Williams was found dead from a suspected suicide after a long struggle with…
“I hope that my role hasn’t ended because I wasn’t officially told, ‘That’s it.’ I loved watching it growing up and I’m amazed that young girls have an obsession with River Song. They consider her to be a great, strong role model, which is lovely.”—Alex Kingston, on her role as River Song in Doctor Who [x] (via mygalfriday)
I DRANK A BIT AND NOW WE'RE GOING TO TALK ABOUT STAR TREK
there are a lot of cool women characters on Star Trek Deep Space Nine:
Kira, very cool, blew up a lot of Cardassians, fought for freedom and liberty but killed a lot of people, kinda questionable, basically The United States of the star trek franchise
Jazia, yes great, extremely bland and pointless for like five seasons but okay she won my heart by the end and kissed a lady so yes fine
Ishka, FUCKEN BAD ASS, seduced the Grand Nagus with her nasty weird Ferengi wiles and then PLAYED HIS ASS LIKE A CABASA she’s essentially a socialist Gríma WormtongueYES
and then Keiko motherfuckengoddamn O’brien
yes i said keiko o’brien did i stutter
Here’s whyFuck you if you don’t think Keiko O’brien absolutely rules:
Keiko O’brien is literally all of these things:
ADVOCATE FOR EDUCATION
Keiko was a botanist, just botanying around the whole damn galaxy until her husband got her whole family transferred to Deep Space Nine.
Since what the fuck exactly are you gonna do with a botanist on a space station, she opened up a school to teach some science at all the uneducated children running around causing actual fucking terror on the station.
AND THEN WHAT HAPPEND TO GOOD AMAZING KEIKO JUST TRYIN TO TEACH THE BABIES SOME SCIENCE:
Religious extremists bombed the school she taught in
but she kept teaching
until she literally ran out of kids to teach science to.
“meh murhh but Keikio is so MEAN wahhh" YO KEIKO WORKS TOO HARD BEING A TEACHER, ACTIVIST, MOTHER AND PLANT SCIENTIST TO PUT UP WITH MILES’ DUMB WHINING.
miles has been in star fleet and moving his family around for like nine goddamn decades so I’m sorry if KEIKO GETS PISSED WHEN HE BUILDS A WORKSHOP IN THE ROOM WHERE SHE TRIES TO SLEEP
PS: there is no good reason to believe that Miles and Keiko don’t have insane anger-sex like constantly
Keiko O’brien will take an expedition to your homeworld and categorize all of your native flora so she can properly PUT YOU IN THE FUCKEN GROUND