things i love:
actual thing i said today: “I wouldn’t have to micro-manage you if you actually did your job”
it feels so weird to simultaneously hate hierarchies / hate capitalism / try to support workers but also try to keep my own job managing workers who do not want to work
how do we all even survive in this weird world
I can’t tell if my cat is purring or just receiving radio waves from some outer space alien intelligence.
crying on the floor of the bathroom at work because one of my staff just described someone as “oriental” and I’m so so tired of working with all white people
this rhetoric around bullying is garbage. It assumes individuals as the primary agents of violence and while its true that individuals enact the system, individuals are not the whole picture. There are systems of power in place that make folks vulnerable to violence and this focus on bullying erases that. It simplifies a complex situation and the campaigns/responses to end bullying aren’t adequate to ending violence against marginalized people. Its in the same vein as the it gets better bullshit. Its cute, you can say a thing but it doesn’t change the material realities of the folks who are suffering.
Not only that but the folks who are portrayed as victims of bullying are white when people of color are way more vulnerable to violence. And like violence is more than just calling someone names and stealing their lunch money. Violence is not being able to afford lunch, being over penalized and criminalized, being both invisible and hypervisible. And the ways that marginalized people resist this violence is often called violent and folks are punished for just trying to survive.
So like, get that shallow bullshit out of my face. We need to be talking about the whole picture so that we can come up with real solutions to help our communities grow.
watching battlestar galactica // eating home-made chili and cornbread // listening to the wind rustling the tree // yes
bro i love sports and women. i got to like 8th base with this hot babe “8th base whats that” she took me to the house she grew up in and showed me pictures of her dead relatives. We sat in the living room and she told me the stories of her life that lead to that moment. Like quicksand they, and that moment were gone and we left back into the cold world which we’d been spat into. It was raining
coming home after a long day and thinking *do i feed myself or the cat first*
Bethann Hardison on racism in the fashion industry.
From About Face: Supermodels then and now