Not social justice per se

Letter to the editor
Ban open fires right now 

All through Johnsonville, Tawa and Kapiti tonight, the air is totally unfit to breathe. It is a still, cold night, and 
some people think nothing of polluting their neighbourhoods with toxic wood smoke. Tonight there is a visible 
pall of death lurking under every street light. 

I salute all those in the region heating their homes with gas or electricity, or by wearing an extra layer, for their 
consideration, care, kindness and neighbourliness. But I curse those heating their homes by burning wood. 
If people filled their neighbours’ water supply with similar poisons, they’d be rightfully jailed but for some reason 
poisoning the air is OK. Why? 

I don’t understand why they’re not charged with common assault. It certainly causes me and everyone else in 
the area harm. Can anyone in authority assure us that Tuesday night’s air was safe to breathe without lying 
through their teeth? I call on all forms of government to ban the insidious poisoners that are wood stoves, 
pot bellies and open fires in super quick time, before we are poisoned once again. I, for one, am wishing for 
an early return of the gales that October brings. 

MATTHEW THREDGOLD 

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I’M A FEMINIST BECAUSE LOOKING AT MY CHERRY RED NAILS IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN DOING MY JOB

I got called a stereotype today.

I couldn’t pick up heavy stuff to move around like everyone else at work. Then when I ordered a small size for my jacket (they’re usually about 5 times too big) came out small and I couldn’t zip it above my boobs. Then my eye kept on catching my cherry red nails.

Then my coworker felt like it would be cool to call me a stereotype.

Stereotype of what exactly?

A girl?

Is it now too shameful to be a girl? 

Because I can’t lift heavy things, or is it because I got a body I didn’t ask for (that also happens to be a bitch to shop for)?

Or maybe it’s that I kept looking at my nails.

I didn’t look at my nails because my thought process was “Oooh, shiny.” I do it sometimes because I’m still surprised to see proper nails on the tip of my fingers. I’ve bitten my nails for the past 20 years of my life, so yeah, I do sometimes stare down and see how proud I am of myself for not doing it. So yes, they’re going to be bright red. I’m proud of them.

Does this all mean I’m stupid and weak?

No. It means that women have this negative stereotype that goes along with femininity. That being a girl is something to be ashamed of. That I can’t be independent while wearing a dress. Fuck that shit.

Magical Talking Make-Up

DRAG MAKEUP TELLS ME TO PUT DARK POWDER ON THE SIDES OF MY NOSE IN ORDER TO MAKE MY FILIPINO NOSE LOOK MORE WHITE.

DRAG MAKEUP TELLS ME TO PUT COLORED CONTACT LENSES IN MY EYES SO THAT INSTEAD OF HAVING THE GORGEOUS BROWN/BLACK EYES THAT MANY POC HAVE, I’LL HAVE BLUE/GREEN/GRAY/HAZEL EYES TO LOOK MORE WHITE.

DRAG MAKEUP TELLS ME TO LINE MY WATERLINE WITH WHITE EYELINER TO MAKE MY EYES LOOK “WIDER” THAN THEY NATURALLY ARE, A.K.A. LOOK MORE WHITE.

DRAG MAKEUP TELLS ME TO DO CUT-CREASE EYE-MAKEUP, EVEN THOUGH API INDIVIDUALS TEND TO HAVE HOODED EYES, MAKING THIS NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE.

DRAG MAKEUP TELLS ME TO BE WHITE, AND I’M NOT ABOUT TO HAVE WHAT IS PROCLAIMED TO BE A “SAFE-SPACE” FOR FEMININE GENDER EXPRESSION BE PERVADED BY OPPRESSIVE, EUROCENTRIC STANDARDS OF BEAUTY.

THIS IS WHAT I’M GOING TO TELL THE NEXT PERSON WHO ASKS ME WHY I DON’T CALL THE MAKEUP THAT I DO “DRAG MAKEUP”.

FUCK DRAG MAKEUP.

meravie:

Ok so this idea came from stripitdown to voice record a particularly obnoxious SJ tumblr conversation to illustrate how stupid it sounds. This particular one comes from a discussion of whether “muggle” is an ableist insult 

Lending a voice to SJAs

OK ok. SOME MOTHERFUCKER DREW A PICTURE OF HITLER AS SHIVA.

I’m not reblogging that filth. I don’t want that on my dashboard. And I don’t want to offend my Hindu followers. 

BUT FUCK YOU. FUCK WHOEVER DREW THAT. I HOPE YOU FUCKING BURN IN HELL. CHOKE ON SOME BLEACH YOU ASSHOLE.

I’M FUCKING OFFENDED. I’M LIVID. I MAY NOT BE HINDU ANYMORE BUT MY GRANDPARENTS, AUNTS, UNCLES AND COUSINS ARE HINDU.

HOW DARE YOU? HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?

I CAN NO LONGER CONTAIN MY RAGE AT THIS. I CAN’T EVEN BE COHERENT. I’M SO FUCKING LIVID THAT SOMEONE WOULD DO THIS TO MY FAMILY’S GOD. 

HOW FUCKING DARE YOU? 

JUST BECAUSE YOU BLASPHEME AGAINST YOUR WESTERN GOD LEFT AND RIGHT, DOES NOT IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM MEAN THAT OTHER GOD’S ARE OK FOR YOUR PICKING TO DISGUSTINGLY BLASPHEME AGAINST THEM.

FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING CUNT. I HOPE YOU DIE. I HOPE YOU DIE.