There are people in the #choking victim tag complaining that Lana Del Rey hijacked the #born to die tag. I was in the #choking victim tag, as I often am, looking for “Suicide” but this makes as much sense as anything. It is, after all, my favorite Choking Victim song and uuuuuugh I hate my life so much.
Your hate is like jeweled flowers to me and it tastes like love. Also I would like Emily to take over the choking tag and post bad comic dude videos.
Things I have dropped or spilled today, an annotated list:
An entire bottle of hair dye in the bathroom.*
An entire bag of unpopped popcorn in the kitchen**
A computer on my foot.***
A bag of cat treats in the living room.****
*This got on the floor, the sink, the tub, the toilet, the shower walls, the rug, the painted walls, the towel rack, and two towels.
**This is my only form of sustenance.
***This one was kind of weird, because my feet hurt so much, all the time, and I am so used to blocking it out, plus I just got a refill of neurontin after stupidly running out, anyway, I was like, “How weird, what is that pain?” in a very out of body way, and then looked down and saw the computer on my foot. Unlike that sentence, this happened in a SPLIT SECOND!
****Obviously this made me very popular for a while.
I was just reading about this during a wiki binge on Olympics incidents and did a little research on it. I never knew how deep the message was that Smith and Carlos were trying to send. Just about everything they wore and how they wore it had symbolism attached to it. (unzipped tracksuits for solidarity with blue collar workers, necklace of beads for lynching victims, etc) Calling it a “black power salute” is really reductive and it’s a shame (and predictable) that if it’s taught at all, that’s what it’s boiled down to.
Another thing I didn’t know: the Australian guy who came in second wore a patch for solidarity with them, he was protesting racist Australian immigration policies. When he passed away, Smith and Carlos were pallbearers at his funeral.
There was just a thing on NPR about a documentary that the australian guy’s son (i think) did and just being released about this—it was super interesting, but also incredibly sad, all three of these guys (the two americans far more than the australian, but still) suffered a huge economic backlash and major consequences for this action—and the only thing I could think when I heard the story was how sad i was that it happened back then and not now, cuz i would’ve fund raised like a mother fucker for them.
In addition to my various revolutionary cells, the Feminist Truth Squad, the White Privilege in Reproductive Justice Working Group (FUN), and my new commitment to elite, private, drinking establishments, I have some other important memberships.
My Charles Dickens bookclub is me, one of the Babeland founders, and a pro-life lady.
I’m in a Olympia-based feminist/radical email book club that is hilarious and awesome in most of the ways you would expect.
The Green Oaks Citizen’s Club (above).
I’ve always wanted to have article club where we just read an article and meet. Or magazine club. Like you’d all read Granta one month and then the next month it would be a zine and the month after that Smithsonian or something.