please explain how this would change the institution of racism, because i am not seeing how the mass realization of race being a social construct would result in the destruction of institutional-disempowerment
HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE because this is all kinds of epic fail. Racism doesn’t end when a liberal white person says “OMFG THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS RACE ITS GONNA BE OKAY NOW”. White supremacy is deeply embedded in everything around us, and is an interlocking part of the huge systems of power (like imperialism and patriarchy) that shape our lives. Several institutions have been produced by these systems like marriage, health care, education etc that are also inextricably liked to things like, oh uh - COLONIALISM and the attempted domination, ownership, and erasure of racialized bodies and people. Because our world is shaped by systems of power like white supremacy those ways of thinking, acting and seeing the world trickle the fuck down into our hearts and minds which is seriously evident to me by the comment “there is no such thing as races”. When you say things like that you not only miss the point entirely, you fail to acknowledge the seriously fucking destructive past, present, future of white supremacy and the struggles of people of color against those systems and processes of erasure. I could write so much more, but I hope everyone else sees how much this misses the point and how dismissive and whack this type of rhetoric is. ‘Racism’ is way more complex than us needing to ‘stop believing in the term ‘races’” - or else oppression would have been solved already - sorryyyy.
Okay, maybe it was a bit hasty to say it would end anything. BUT, the premise of what I wrote, before all you people start getting pissy and on your high horses. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS DIFFERENT RACES. The word “race” asserts that someone of a different colour is somehow a different species, maybe lower down the evolutionary scale, or genetically different than some other. The word race means nothing. The word race in itself is the most derogatory word you can call fellow human beings. Pigmentation of the skin doesn’t mean a different species of human. So when people want to drop the absurd label of “races” to describe people who don’t look like themselves, we might actually make a start towards the end of “racism”.
The only race is the human race. That was the point I was making. There will be no epic tumblr shitstorm. Thanks.
So, at first it sucks when this one blog you follow and thought was cool posts an ignorant and problematic as fuck post.
But then it is awesome when another blog you follow in a completely different circle shows up to put it in order.
And then blog A comes forward again to shut down any kind of critique on his statements. LISTEN JERK: THERE WILL BE NO TUMBLR ‘SHITSTORM’ WHEN YOU STOP POSTING CRAP AND THEN SILENCING PEOPLES RESPONSES TO YOUR CRAP.
I know this isn’t my usual style but I’m trying something new: dealing with things in a healthy and constructive manner. So instead of passively-aggressively stewing, I’m letting you know that I’m upset. I’m not angry at you or anything but I am pretty disappointed. My film getting chosen for the showcase was actually a huge deal and I thought that if it was possible for you, you’d support me by attending the screening. I was so happy for you when you got the internship in NYC but I was also a little bit happy that you wouldn’t be leaving too soon, that you’d be in Vancouver to see the film like you said you would if you could.
I just know that if you got recognition for something like this I would do anything and everything I could to be present for you. Maybe it’s unfair of me to automatically assume the same of you.
You are one of my best friends and ever since the meltdown I had with that other friendship I’ve been afraid to express my frustrations. Specifically with male friends. I have this fear that I will be seen as demanding or irrational or any other number of undesirable feminine qualities and that I will cause the irrevocable shattering of all the important relationships in my life.
I have a right to my feelings and I need to tell you what they are and right now they are hurt. Also because you lied. You could have told me that you forgot or had something else to do but you told me it was sold out which I know isn’t true.
I’m not angry, like I said earlier, and I’ll get over this dissapointment. But I needed to express these feeling to you. Because I don’t want to be resentful of you; I love you.
What do you guys think? Any notes? Shall I send this??
is this who i think this is? is this the number one most beautiful and clever and wonderful person i barely know yet can still count as a friend? ugh. i can’t wait until some unknown, distant day in the future when we will be able to build a relationship that blinds with our combined gorgeousness.
“Fat women are expected to dress in ways that are ostensibly minimizing but that, in reality, are really about us occupying less visual real estate. No bold colors, no stripes, nothing that would ever make us look bigger. It’s not that some of those rules are genuinely about looking slimmer – it’s that we draw less attention to ourselves when we comply with fashion rules. We occupy less space, metaphorically if not physically. We minimize ourselves for the comfort of other people.”—
So last weekend at the Anarchist Bookfair I think it was Andrea who said something like ‘the more I get to know other people the more I like my friends.’
That is exactly how I feel.
I’m trying to be less judgmental but I’ve also learned so many times over that I should trust my instincts. Let’s just say I don’t have the best feeling about tomorrow night. I don’t know if anyone remembers this post, but I am still enamoured as ever with this revolutionary dreamboat and his group and their music (*music plays automatically at the link) and there is a concert tomorrow in Halifax!!! I found out it was going to be at the purple house last weekend but I still didn’t know what time to show up. I went to the social centre today, got a membership, borrowed some zines, and this super nice guy said I could just go over to the house, go in the back door, and ask whoever was there about the show time. 8:00pm, good.
Also, some people might boycott the concert because one of the guys who lives in the house got drunk and belligerent to someone else in Montreal last weekend?
Where are the friendly people who care about shit other than their ego? I’m reserving official judgement until a later date but things aren’t looking too good for me and this crowd. Why does it have to be so hard? I already found awesome people…. they are just too far away from me.
““Real women have curves” was a marketing slogan thought up to sell people overpriced, ill-fitting pants. It does NOT promote body positivity – it only perpetuates body policing by turning the tables on people who don’t fit into yet another arbitrary ideal. The job is to BUST THE FUCKING PARADIGM APART, not shift it a little bit toward the fat side. The job is to remind people, bodies are not public property and your opinion about an individual’s body is only an opinion, not a valid judgment of their worth as a human being. The JOB is to destroy systemic oppression of nonconforming, rebellious bodies no matter what those bodies look like.”
Actually, Real Women Have Curves is the title of a play written by a Latina addressing the racism against Mexican/Mexican American/Chicana women and girls and how it plays out in every aspect of their lives, including their bodies. The stereotype of Latinas is that we have big ass big hips, marking us as hyper sexualized objects begging to be fucked—and along the way marking us as inferior to white women who are slender and *not* sexualized (i.e. virgins, pure, ladies, etc). The “real women have curves” thing acts as a manifesta in this sense—claiming humanity and a feminine humanity at that, for working class poor brown women—who have been told that because of their bodies, their working class roots, etc, the only way they can be feminine is to be fucked—as in raped by white colonizing men.
Now, of course, there’s all sorts of problems with defining “women” in the way that Lopez did, especially first and foremost in my mind, that not all Latinas have curves, not all Latinas are feminine, not all latinas want to reclaim ‘feminine’ and then—saying “real” women look a certain way makes the other women NOT real—BUT—I strongly believe that if we’re going to address “real women have curves” it must be addressed from where it came from—from a position of *making space* for working class poor racialized criminalized hypersexualized colonized *objectified*, *dehumanized*, and *degendered* women to claim their humanity—and having that imperfect attempt to claim their humanity *stolen* and *appropriated* by corporations as a way to *reinforce* gender binaries (i.e. the very white supremacist heteropatriarchal violent stereotypes the manifesta was originally *meant to challenge*) and sell product.
PS—I think it’s also important to address that in Chicana culture “having curves” is often a polite way of describing “fat”—like, most of us grew up being told we “had curves” or “were big boned”—because “fat” had such negative cultural connotations connected to immigrants “draining “our” resources” and “being a burden on society” etc. so here’s the other thing— “curves” can mean multiple things in the sense that it was written—“real women have curves” can actually mean, “real women have fat” (although that’s an imperfect translation—and again brings us the “what is does “real” mean here?” problem—but again, addressing it from *this* perspective* is going to bring us to very different places than starting with the false idea that corporate marketing systems came up with this clever idea all by themselves)
Yes!!! (Mostly off topic but the movie version starring America Ferrera is totally in my netflix queue.)<———and related to *that*—this goes back to the point that was made earlier in the weak about the problems of having movies/television/magazines/etc ALL featuring white people—there are not many chicanas (in the politicized, feminist, movement making, academic sense) out there who DON’T know that movie as a defining moment in cinema history in the US. Without even getting into the multple critiques and theories around the movie—“real women have curves” as a movie is right up there with La Bamba, Selena (the movie) and Linda Rondstadt’s “Canciones de mis Padres” as culturally significant and an extremely important “moment’ in how “chicanisima” is defined and represented in the mainstream….and meanwhile, the mainstream things a beauty industry coined the term. and it becomes something that does “NOT promote body positivity” and the Chicanas who view that moment as an important moment are suddenly bigoted and backwards because they say that moment was a moment of pride for me—OR the chicanas who do not have easy access to their culture (because that’s a part of being colonized and/or a threatening “immigrant” who is under tons of violent pressure to *assimilate* you fucking anchor baby spic) only know what white supremacist education is telling them—that “real women have curves” is corporatism and it is *white saviors* who are going to bust the paradigm apart…not the illegal uneducated bigoted beast of labor that you have ever right to be sorta ashamed of….
I like people with a lot of rage. I like people who dance and kiss insistently. I like people who like to make looks. I like people who are into color. I like people who like disco. I like people who know how to cook and eat with great pleasure. I like people who can make good coffee. I like people who cuddle well. I like people who smell like earth and warmth. I like people who like to lie in the sun. I like people who like to make things with their hands.
Hey everyone - check out this awesome post to see what someone else thought of the amazing events I still can’t believe I was part of. I just wish I knew which one of the many wonderful people I met on Tuesday this Lady Google is…..
The weekend was heaven. I got a sunburn sitting on the grass with people I admire and adore. Plus I got so GLAM on Saturday night I puked behind a dumpster Sunday afternoon. Plus I have so much to read and a lead on friends in Halifax. But mostly it was a glorious haze of friends and sun.
Then to TIFF. What a vast and fast change of pace! I have never been so excited by being that out of my depth. My fellow filmmakers were absolutely inspiring. They made me see so many exciting things that I could be doing! And the crash course in industry schmoozing. It was so overwhelming in this fantastic and exhilarating way.
Now I know so much more. Things seem more possible. I have new confidence and dedication.
Okay, I’m rebooting this thing (being my tumblr) right before I head off but I really feel the lack of this website in my life has started to become seriously detrimental to me. Specifically, I need to see all the FA posts on my dash all the time.
Plus I probably need an outlet for all my angsty, diary-worthy emotionz.
So here I am. Again. I left because, well, it got stressful. I used to read every single post and that got to be way way way way way way way (elementary school anyone?) way way way too much. And I’m an all or nothing girl by nature. But I’m going to have to learn to let go, read what I can, and not endless scroll ‘til a month ago and live in a constant state of stress, surrounded by stale tumblr news. I mean, who does that?!
So basically while I’ve been away from tumblr I moved back in with my mother for the summer, I have started a part time job where I work out of my best friend’s house, and it has always been raining. Life sucks. Not in a wonderful, dramatic, thrilling, compelling way - more like a sitting in my room 10 hours a day by myself feeling kinda content but only half living way.
But I’m pretty excited about this coming weekend. I’m going to Montreal to the Anarchist Bookfair. I hope to see some people I know and socialize with them! Exciting stuff compared to my current situation. (Which is all my own fault I realize. I’m really failing at 'operation: make new friends' big time) I don’t really have too many other expectations but I hope to learn a little and laugh a little and get excited about things and enjoy myself.
Then I go to Toronto for the TIFF Student Film Showcase where a project I made this year will be screened!! There will also be a dinner and a panel and a lunch and a reception and prizes…. what am I going to wear!!?!?!?!? Also, the film talks briefly about this little blog and at the end there is a link…. I wonder if people will come check it out after it screens….
And then I’m back home for a week or so until I head off to Kingston to graduate.
I was gone for a long time but I’m back now. And answering this long overdue question. SORRY!
The doc isn’t online right now because we’re planning on entering it into festivals. It is going to be playing in Toronto on May 24 as part of the TIFF Student Film Showcase which I am kinda flipping out about - if anyone is around the GTA please come watch and say hi (I’m traveling out for it)!!! I’ll probably keep letting people know if it gets selected for other screenings because I’d flip out and need to announce it to the internet. Then in a few months I’ll put it online and for sure will tell everyone where to watch it then.
I wish everyone could see it right now but I also just really want to find out what it can do…
Long answer to a short question but it is the most exciting/important thing in my life right now so, yeah.