Nerd is my Gender
What's yours?
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WTF?
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Girl at country themed bar:
Hey, you're black...
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Me, a 23-year old male:
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Girl:
I'm not racist or anything...but WTF are you doing here? There are Confederate rebel flags and sh*t here.
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Me:
....
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Girl:
Oh, I know. You're here for the white girls.
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Me:
-_-
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Girl:
Buy me a drink.
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Made me a bit uncomfortable.
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Girl at country themed bar:
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"Where are all the People of Color?"
I recently posted a link to Greta Christina’s list of Atheists of Color. The idea is that no longer should anyone have the excuse of “but we only know of white people who are qualified to speak at our event!” Your bullshit has been debunked, GTFO of the way of progress.
So it is with this bit of Diversity 101 in place that I present an example of Bitch Magazine completely missing the mark:
“Arwyn of the feminist blog Raising My Boychick, uses Jennifer Mendelsohn’s Times article to illustrate how the term is “kyriarchy in action,” writing that “the mommy blogger’ as described in the NYT is solidly middle class … she is understood to be straight, by way of being married. She is assumed to be white, by being both middle class and married.”
How is that missing the mark, you might ask? Arwyn is white. She is actually one of the best bloggers out there when it comes to social issues that affect the homefront, I really respect her. (Seriously, take the time to read through some of her archives - you won’t regret it.*) But she’s white.
And Bitch magazine thought it’d be a terrific idea to get a white person to speak for the exclusion of mothers of color and lesbian mothers (or any other combination thereof), instead of actually inviting a mother of color to speak for herself. If I had a list of non-white, non-straight, non-cis mommy bloggers, I’d throw it right in their faces.
Which brings me to the main point: Bitch magazine, why don’t you have such a list? YOU’RE A MAGAZINE. You have the journalistic resources to compile and publicize one. There’s simply no excuse.
I’ll be here waiting.
*[In case you missed it, the main link is to a mommy blogger of color, Renee, who is equally if not more amazing than Arwyn. In addition to motherhood and life as a woman of color among whiteness, she also has many contributors who address things such as feminism in India, transgender issues, gay rights perspectives, etc. You won’t be disappointed.]
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Are your neighbors yelling? Just put a bullet through their heads!
Well, it’s a good thing you said “not to sound racist”, or I totally would have confused you for a nigger-hater. Thanks for clearing that up for me!
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The battle hymn of a dangerous black woman…
Cross-posted from AngryBlackBitch.com
I am a black woman.
I am your enemy if you seek to oppress me and mine.
I am dangerous as hell if you seek power through my oppression.
I am suspect if you fear someone who does not actively seek to be like you, to please you, or to give you strength through my submission.
I am something to be feared if you fear the empowerment of others.
I am - unbought, unbossed, and unashamed.
Reproductive justice didn’t happen to me.
Fighting for the right to determine whether to have children, to raise the children we have, and to raise our families in communities free of violence and oppression…all of that wasn’t done to black women.
All of that was and is done with black women, by black women for black women.
We are of this movement.
Always have been.
Always will be.
So reproductive justice didn’t happen to me.
I am reproductive justice.
And you know and I know that you know that I know that you cannot advocate on behalf of black women if you do not trust black women.
But some will try.
A campaign is afoot.
A campaign that would define black women as genocidal…that claims that black children are a separate species that is endangered in the hands of black women…and that seeks to divide and conquer through the tired old tactic of blaming and shaming women in general and black women specifically.
Those who place racist billboards in our communities want to talk about dangerous places.
Okay…let’s talk about dangerous places.
Let’s talk about the infant mortality rate in America…about the lot of the born…about how each year having an infant that lives past the first year of life becomes more and more a privilege for the few and an expectation determined by race rather than a right of the masses. And let’s talk about how the stereotype of bad black mothers fuels the acceptance of high infant mortality rates just like it fuels the acceptance of low employment rates, low graduation rates and racial profiling.
As if all that is our due.
As if all that is to be expected.
Let’s talk about health care disparities…about how the same motherfuckers shouting about life vote against life saving programs and rally against expanding access to health care.
Let’s chat about how black women are more likely to lack access to cancer screenings, more likely to have a delayed cancer diagnosis, and more likely to die because of it.
And let’s talk about why funding for programs that provide low cost cancer screenings is under attack, why health care programs that serve poor women are under attack and why the some of the same people who chastise black women who do not breast feed won’t do a damn thing to help protect the breast health of a black woman.
Let’s talk about the lack of access to pre-natal care…the low birth weight of infants born into poverty…about how so many families struggle to provide diapers for their infants that there are multiple national campaigns trying to meet that need.
Let’s talk about prevention…and how that’s such an unpopular word. Let’s talk about how some see the wages of sex as illness, suffering and death…about how the same people protesting at the clinic can’t be bothered to baby sit at the shelter for homeless teen mother less than a block away. And let’s talk about those shelters…about how there are so many of them in St. Louis city…about the amazing women who live there and about the lack of funding for programs that help their families out. Let’s talk about the waiting lists at those shelters…about the sisters who get turned away…about the children who go to sleep hungry and wake up hungry and go to school hungry and walk back home to go to sleep hungry again.
Let’s talk about lies.
About how the Missouri legislature passed a law mandating that women who seek abortion services must be told that there are programs to help them with housing and child care and education if they choose to continue their pregnancy…about how those programs are the same programs the legislature cut funding for while they mocked those who needed those services on the floor of the people’s house.
Let’s talk about black babies born to black mothers who are shackled during labor.
Let’s talk about the removal of comprehensive sex education from our schools and how our young people enter adulthood with the abstinence only advice to put a quarter between their legs and squeeze.
Let’s talk about how the debate over life ends at birth…about the young women I’ve met who chose to have a baby only to find that the same people praising them for that decision won’t hire them, don’t want them moving into their neighborhood, will one day grab their handbag and lock their car door when that black baby becomes a black man who walks by them on the sidewalk.
But I don’t get to just “talk” about all that.
I’m a black woman - I live it.
I get to walk into a health care center to a shower of shouts from white men charging that I’m a race traitor, that I’m participating in black genocide, and that I bring shame upon black America…anti-choice activists who have been emboldened by a campaign that feeds right into the racism that lives just beneath the surface, that opportunistic infection that feeds off of billboard campaigns spouting rhetoric that backs up what they already hold true – that black women are lesser than, dangerous, inferior, lacking in humanity, unhinged, untrustworthy, reckless…
That black woman = violent.
I am a black woman.
That black woman = bad mother.
I am a black woman.
That black woman = sex object.
I am a black woman.
That black woman = irresponsible.
I am a black woman.
That black women are a problem.
I am a black woman.
That black women are unfit.
I am a black woman.
And so black women must be…wait for it…oppressed for our own good.
But…I AM A BLACK WOMAN.
The most dangerous place for my rights is in the hands of my oppressor.
And the most dangerous place for oppression is in my angry black hands.
Trust.
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It took place in one of those countries currently going through upheaval. Agents of the government followed parents as they took their children to school. As parents left the school, the agents approached them , detained them, and in full view of the school, two of the parents were hustled away in unmarked vans. Inside, other parents were terrified to leave, fearing they would share the same fate. Stuck in the lobby, they made frantic cell phone calls, and peering out the windows, worried for those unlucky enough to be outside. All day long the school received calls, parents asking anxiously if it was safe to retrieve their children. Finally, after hours of this terror, the agents were convinced to leave, all the while insisting they had every right to be there and do as they pleased. Can you imagine this? Imagine the anguish those parents must have felt, torn between protecting their children and protecting themselves from persecution. Can you imagine the toll, the pain inflicted? Can you imagine your own children, yourself in that situation, and what you would do or hope to do? I know when I read stories like these, I think of my own children, and thank God we live in a country where this could never happen. I thank God we live in America. Ahh, but here is the most horrible part of all. You see, it was this country. It was America. Everything I described happened last week in Detroit. ICE was the agency, and the Hope of Detroit Academy the school. The crime of the parents was not having legal documents, and for that two of them were made to disappear.
This could never happen in America… could it? | Fair Immigration Reform Movement
Just sickening. Fucking sickening. (via bigbadcolored)
I don’t have a place in my brain for this, for having so little regard for human feeling that you would allow children to watch from afar while you load their parents into an unmarked van and take them away. The politics don’t matter - how do you ignore when children are forced to go through that kind of trauma over paperwork?
(via thetart)
Police State, USA. Anti-Immigration fascists torture latinos, on the taxpayer dime.
(via sexgenderbody)
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Obama's Knee is a Citizen
So, this is perhaps the greatest thing that happened all week, and that’s in a week when Glenn Beck shut down his show. Jack Cashill claimed that this photo of Obama with his grandparents was a fake one:
And that this much fuzzier one is the real one that the “fake” one was made from. But as Media Matters noted, they forgot while creating the “real” picture to take out Obama’s knee.
Or replace Grandpa’s hand, for that matter. Adam Serwer wonders what this bad photoshop job was supposed to prove anyway. I think this is indicative a new period in the evolution, where the racist underpinnings of it are becoming more overt. This is the phase where Birthers are going to start denying that Obama’s mother and maternal grandparents are actually related to him. Previously, most attention has been paid to conspiracy theories around his father, and now they’re moving on to conspiracy theories regarding his mother. They’re nipping at the edges of just saying this he faked his maternal line, with this picture, for instance, or Trump claiming there are no childhood pictures of Obama. This is just a move in that direction.
Lulz.
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To say black people have made progress would mean we deserved to be segregated. The reality is white people got less crazy. My father didn’t suddenly deserve to eat with people because he earned it. The people that were denying him his rights got less crazy.Chris Rock (via abudai)
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On Facebook, a friend who is a person of color posted the following as his status: “You know, I just realized how dumb that ‘No homo’ thing is. It’s like how would I feel if someone were to say ‘No nigga’? It makes it seem like there’s something wrong with it, and it’s seriously not cool.
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I’ll be honest: this is the best summary of the Birther movement I’ve seen in a long time.
Image is Facebook status which reads:
Ok i an not racist but obama needs to get the hell out of our country and in back to his he hasnt done shit but make alot of ppl mad and offended i want our religious right back butyou know he can do what he wants because i will always have god in my life and there is nothing he can do to take that away from of i love you god:)
(via Where’s the birth cert?)
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“I’m not racist, but I hate black people.”
“I’m not racist, but I hate black people.”
I’ve finally concluded that the word “racism” is obsolete in today’s society. My mental jury had been out for a while on this, because surely we shouldn’t toss the baby out with the bath water. But the fact is, most acts of race-based discrimination are completely non-racist in the mind of the perpetrator (the exception being pro-racism hate groups like neo-Nazis). Birthers believe they’re just displaying healthy patriotism and skepticism which have nothing to do with the disbelief that a black man can be successful of his own accord. People who engage in race-based dating believe they just so happen to have different sexual tastes which aren’t at all the product of a white-supremacist society. There’s an entire blog filled with acts of racism, preceded by “I’m not racist, but…”
A funny thing happens when the word “racism” is added to a conversation. Everyone’s brains drift off to images of black bodies swinging by their necks from trees, and then the rational parts get shut down. Cries of “I would never do that!” drown out any serious discussion of the actual problems with claiming that if blacks would just give their children “normal” names, they’d have a better chance of competing with whites for good-paying jobs. So I’m done using that word.
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NinyaBella decided to ask RiRi why her hair is always so nappy, after viewing recently released cover art for Rihanna’s next single Man Down. I don’t know for sure that NinyaBella is White from looking at her picture, but she sure has passing privilege and long silky locks. Umm huh.
Rihanna’s response is the best evur: cuz I’m black bitch!!!!
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Anonymous: You are either brainwashed or out of your mind, seriously...
…Do you realize this is the age of the other side of the same shitty coin? In workplaces, you will never hear “you need x amount of white people” as it is with any other race. Workplaces are REQUIRED to hire non-whites. In this age, being a white heterosexual male is the most looked down upon. I’m sorry but you really need to wake up and snap into the reality of today. And saying “Racism against whites isn’t quite as bad” is still ignorant, no matter what spin you try to put on it.
being a white heterosexual male is the most looked down upon
being a white heterosexual male is the most looked down upon
being a white heterosexual male is the most looked down upon
being a white heterosexual male is the most looked down upon
being a white heterosexual male is the most looked down upon
being a white heterosexual male is the most looked down upon
being a white heterosexual male is the most looked down upon
I LOL FOREVER!
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Yay evo psych bingo! I do take offense at the free space being “is a male under-grad who can’t get laid”. I mean, not all defenders of this field are sexually frustrated. …hey, what are you all snickering about? Stop, it’s not funny, I’m serious!
(via How to Debunk Pseudo-Science Articles about Race in Five Easy Steps)
Genderqueer with a touch of happy humanism.
