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blessings for an elay woman: imagination, intelligence, endurance

poorlifechoicesblog:

Comprehensive list of all the meals I know how to make for less than $2 per serving:

-ramen with broccoli
-pasta in olive oil and spices with broccoli
-sautéed broccoli
-a LOT of pancakes from the store brand “just add water” mix
-bacon with broccoli (this is more like $3)


Jim Lahey’s No-Knead Bread, from the New York Times

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/11/08/dining/08mini.html?ref=dining

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/11/08/dining/081mrex.html?_r=0

This bread will change your life. It is literally so simple to bake that a child can do it the first time, every time. The only catches are that you need to bake it in a covered container than can withstand 450-550 degree heat (and you need to be really careful with an oven that hot), and that you need to let the dough ferment for 12-24 hours before forming the loaf, allowing it to rise for two more hours, and baking it.

I start the dough before going to bed, and bake it the next afternoon. You can also make a larger batch, and after the initial ferment, stick it in the refrigerator, where it will keep for a week, while you pull out loaf-sized amounts to bake.

400 grams of bread flour, 300 grams of water, 1.5 Tbsp of salt, and 1/4 tsp of yeast, per loaf. That’s it.

Everything on my Tumblr tagged #recipe

http://gcvsa.tumblr.com/tagged/recipe

Granted, not all of these are less than $2 a serving, but some of them are. Definitely my Tomato Soups and Sugo all’Arrabbiata.

jaythenerdkid:

findingschmomo:

chloehenderson:

noctstiel:

noctstiel:

If they show sports events at bars why don’t they show tv shows?

someone should get to making a fandom bar.

no but can you imagine? fandom themed drinks, tv show maraton nights, discount to cosplayers, and special season finale events.

WHY ISNT THIS A THING??!!

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actual fun story: there’s a place in brisbane, australia called “the mana bar” started by the zero punctuation dude and some friends of his that is basically this for gaming fandom and (so I hear) not shit

AFK Tavern?

Surrounded.

The thing I want my white friends to understand is that we are surrounded.

By whiteness. Everywhere we look. Everywhere we go.

Self-identified white people, as of the 2013 US Census Estimate, make up 77.7% of the population. 62.6% of the population identifies as “white alone, not Hispanic or Latino”. And because of the fact that white standards of…well, EVERYTHING…abound, whiteness is reflected back at us disproportionately in our society.

So, when you see images of normative white beauty everywhere, white friends, it doesn’t register with you, because you are looking into a mirror. You notice the other. You notice color. You notice Blackness. And you tend to think that people of color are over-represented, when in fact the opposite is true.

I sit here in front of my computer, scrolling, day after day, and well over 90% of the images I see are of people who do not look like me. I leave my house and walk down the street and it’s only slightly better, and that only because I live in a large city with a large Asian population (but sadly, a disproportionately small Black and Latino population, as well). I know this is true, and not just my imagination, because I am Filipina, and people of Asian or Pacific Islander descent in the US make up only 5.5 percent of the population, and in my city, only 14%.

And I’m tired of it. I’m tired of having to go out of my way to see myself in the world, and then being marginalised precisely because I have to partake in segregated media. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy.

I’m tired of the pictures of white models crossing my Dashboard, my News Feed, my Timeline. I’m tired of the beauty tips that don’t apply to me. I’m tired of going to buy makeup and having to spend hours only to find shades that sorta kinda but not really match my skin. I’m tired of having to talk about how people of color are getting erased from our own narratives every time a popular book gets made into a major motion picture.

I don’t know what the answer is here. I’m not asking my white friends to post pictures of non-white people, because it’s too easy to objectify, exotify, and appropriate when you do that. I guess, I’m just asking you to be aware that it’s lonely for us, sometimes, and maybe think about that when you put this stuff out there. Ask yourself what paradigms you are breaking or reinforcing.

'thank you for showing your y chromosome'

weak, weak sauce
goes to your head…

that all you got? better get out your plastic, girl, ‘cause that check just bounced!

lol QM aka ackeegirl aka Karen Thompson

How’d you graduate from law school, you can’t even pass reading comprehension?

"We are Gaia, not Athena"

No, honey. You ain’t shit. Athena was the Goddess of Wisdom. ‘Bout says it all, right there.

I just need to say that after reading that Plastic Girl shit last night, I literally cannot believe that it is the second half of 2014, and those stupid ass bitches are still arguing over this shit. They are still obsessed with a lie about me that was told by a paranoid, anonymous Internet rando without any substantiation despite the fact that any evidence would have been witnessed by potentially hundreds, if not thousands, of people with a political stake in publicising it.

Y’all need to get a life.

Anonymous asked: why isn't it a problem when m.i.a raps? why is it ok to have chicano rap/asian rap/ etc? But as soon as white people try it you all lose your shit?

kyssthis16:

kkowka:

king-felicia:

kyssthis16:

That’s so cute and simplistic. Did you work on this question all week or…? No one cares when white people try to rap. We care when they don’t represent their authentic selves or are plain untalented. We don’t care that Eminem is white. He’s not out her performing sonic blackface, despite being from the Detroit Metro Area. Yelawolf sounds like a southern rapper because… he’s a southern rapper. Homeboy is from Alabama. His voice is his. Hell, we didn’t even care about Bubba Sparxxx. Homeboy is from Georgia. Plus, Ms. New Booty is still a bop, so.. *shrugs*

Iggy literally sounds like something out of Malibu’s Most Wanted. Protip: that movie was not a documentary. This sheila is claiming she’s in the “murda bidness”. Homegirl grew up in Mulllumbimby, New South Wales, on a fucking farm. What the fuck was she murdering? Chickens? The hopes and dreams of her parents? What? You tell me. But she is flagrantly being dishonest and unauthentic. She sounds like all the mediocre parts of some of the premiere lady rappers throughout the years. She ain’t as cool in her delivery as Da Brat. She ain’t as raw and bold as Foxy or Trina. She ain’t as cute or skilled as Charli Baltimore. Iggy is what happens when generally mediocre white girls think they deserve to win and people who don’t know better let them. 

Fuck this person, I hate how this has like 6k notes when its a pretty blatantly racist argument that I hear alllllll the time. Anyone that thinks of gangster rap (if you want to consider iggy that just due to the content of murda bidness and for the sake of the argument) as anything more than just a genre of music is fucking retarded. Saying that someone cant rap because they aren’t from a ghetto is like saying someone cant paint in a post impressionist style because they aren’t from the late 19th century. “Sorry you cant be a rapper due to circumstances completely out of your control, like not being born to a certain specific socioeconomic class”. I’m a white middle class kid but I’ve been listening to hip hop (specifically new york originated gangster rap) since i was 8 years old when Vol 2. Hard Knock Life dropped. If rap is your favorite genre of music and you feel inspired to rap then you have all the right in the fucking world to rap.

but, white people can’t be discriminated against? oh wait!
Someone should tell them that T.I is all over her and that’s a black guy making her win.

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People who don’t know better includes Black men entrenched in misogynoir, sweetie. But nice effort. 

Did that dumbass even read kyssthis16’s response?! This is NOT about “you can’t be a rapper unless you are from the ghetto”. This is about “don’t rap about shit you don’t know nothin’ about”. This is about BAD rap by a privileged white woman being promoted and filling social space that could be filled with GOOD rap by marginalised Black women (I know, redundant terms, right?).

"murda bidness" LMFAO you stupid bitch. What you know about murda bidness? Fuckin’ Aussies don’t even have handguns.

Let me take you back to the streets of New York City circa the early 1980’s, when I was a freshie in high school, at the peak of violent crime statistics in the bad old days of the dirty, bankrupt city, crack was just starting to move into our neighborhoods, and Afrika Bambaataa was still workin’ the street corner with a boombox. What you know about rap? What you know about gangsta? Pshhh…

You think this shit is a music genre? This shit is people’s lives. Show some respect, motherfucker.

(Aside: And T.I.? It ever occur to you that he’s playin’ all your white asses for fools and laughin’ all the way to the bank while you eat up Iggy shit? LOL. Dumb ass white people. You see a black man standing behind her, and you think she’s validated thereby, you trippin’ over yourself to stuff money in her panties.)

metalheadswaltzing:

mcgonagirl:

kdaziz:

purgatoilet:

beenwandering:

help I’m having emotions about a cartoon antidepressant trying to be useful

DID YOU GUYS SERIOUSLY GIF AN ABILIFY COMMERCIAL 

yes but look at it, it cares about her and just wants to help her be able to function. It’s like “I know you’re sad. here, I’ll help you.”

LIKE OKAY THOUGH can I explain why this is exceedingly brilliant??  Because when anti-depressants work right, that’s what they DO.  They don’t make you happy or emotionless or unhealthy in any way, they make you FUNCTIONAL.  They make it so that a depressed person who can barely get out of bed can start to support themselves again and more importantly, start to THINK for themselves again without the permeating presence of depression.

Depression is a cyclical disease, that tells you to think a certain way, and, because you’re depressed, you generally believe it, and then things get worse and worse.  The ONLY thing anti-depressants do is to STOP that cycle in its tracks!!  Which is something to be ecstatic about and celebrated, even if you don’t realize it at the time, because when you’re depressed, getting out of bed is climbing Mount Everest.  Antidepressants help stop that cycle so that one day soon, getting out of bed can JUST be getting out of bed.  They don’t even expedite the recovery process in most cases, they just make recovery POSSIBLE IN THE FIRST PLACE.  So this little guy is portrayed with a fuckton more accuracy than I ever expected from a commercial.

It’s back and adorable

Please don’t unify all sufferers of depression into one faceless construct. Anti-depressants also encourage dependence on psychiatric gatekeeping systems and megalithic international pharmaceutical conglomerates that are responsible for some of the most heinous oppression in the history of (in)humanity.

I suffer from depression. I’ve suffered from depression all my life, but I am glad and proud to say that I have never once taken anti-depressant medication that required a prescription, and you know what? I survived, and I continue to survive.

I am so sick and tired of people treating depression as if the only way it can possibly be treated is through psychiatric therapy and medication. Depression isn’t some ineffable thing whose cause is always and ever lodged somewhere in the deep recesses of obscure brain chemistry or in the dark secrets of our past. I would even venture to say that in the vast majority of cases, the causes of depression are known, identifiable, and tangible, and we should be treating the causes, NOT the symptoms.

I am a lonely, homeless, indigent, bereft, violence survivor, transsexual woman of multiple heritage color. I don’t need your pills. I need income. I need healthcare. I need a home. I need my child returned to me. I need safety. I need food security. I need education. I need opportunity. I need Love. I need Hope. I need a future. I need possibilities. I need my equal voice to be heard. I need recognition of my equal dignity. I need equal protection under the law of my equal rights. I need Justice. 


Because *these* are the causes of my depression. There’s nothing wrong with me that needs treating with poorly understood  and poorly controlled organic chemistry, and when I find myself a little overwhelmed, a good stiff drink of whiskey, a good meal, a shoulder to cry on, a helping hand up, and a fucking joint are a whole lot healthier and less risky than your corporate “medicine”.

I’m sorry, but this is complete bullshit. Take responsibility for your own agency. You are a grown adult. No one else is responsible for your happiness. Your happiness is not dependent on meeting “the right person”, unless you do the work to BE “the right person”.

I’m sorry, but this is complete bullshit. Take responsibility for your own agency. You are a grown adult. No one else is responsible for your happiness. Your happiness is not dependent on meeting “the right person”, unless you do the work to BE “the right person”.

Cis Researchers Get Rich While Their Trans Subjects Starve

odofemi:

Some group of researchers just sent me mail on here to invite me to participate in their study about trans peoples’ Marginalization, Mental Health, and Empowerment — offering a “1 in 25 chance to win a $25 Amazon gift card.”

I sent them quite the response.

Let me put this out there: I have been working in social services, including working on multiple provincial and national research projects, for six years, and I can tell you that this project is pure exploitation.  Trans people are massively overstudied, and always for things that are not actually useful to trans people obtaining access to healthcare, employment opportunities, stable housing, or decarceration (which I would argue are the four most pressing issues facing marginalized trans people). Instead, these studies pad the CVs of the mostly cis people doing the research, make one round of people oo-ing and ah-ing at the results, and then are relegated to cyber dust.

So, if these people are going to exploit our mental and emotional labour by making us take their studies, the very least they can do is offer decent compensation. Not a “chance” to “win” compensation. That’s just exploitation.

Do not do studies for a chance to win something, because the only people who actually win are the cis researchers.

And cis researchers: why don’t you try researching something that will actually have an impact in organizations gaining access to funds for crucial work around access to healthcare, HIV-related health care for trans people, decriminalization of sex work, decarceration of trans people in prisons, access to trans-positive housing, and the creation of employment opportunities? You know, things that will actually make a difference in our lives.

I agree entirely. A couple of things I want to add here:

1. I prefer to say “income, healthcare, and safety”, rather than “access to healthcare, employment opportunities, stable housing, (and) decarceration”.

I am not massively fond of ways in which realising stable, secure, adequate incomes for trans people is often reduced to “jobs” or “employment” in the service of others. I am far more concerned with trans people being able to form our own economies and our own entrepreneurial skills to access incomes that are not dependent on the continued goodwill of the moneyed classes.

Stable housing is one of those issues that tends to sort itself out in the face of adequate income, as is food security, an issue that is near and dear to my heart as a food writer.

Safety is an issue which for me encompasses both the mitigation and eventual dismantling of the prison-industrial complex, as well as more immediate needs like street safety, an emergency housing, especially for trans youth, but also for trans adults. Given that I was harassed last night by a group of young men on the way home from food shopping, this is fresh in my mind.

But, we must recognise that incarceration isn’t ever going to go away entirely, and that the issues trans women in particular face while in custody are not being adequately addressed even in jurisdictions where strong anti-discrimination protections exist. This may very well be the most emergent aspect of the problems trans people face today. Having been arrested, abused and tortured by corrections officers, as well as housed with men, I am keenly aware of the inadequate protections available to trans women in custody.

2. Secondly, whenever the issue of poking and prodding trans people for academic results is an issue, I feel compelled to remind people of this:

Fuck You, and Fuck Your Fucking Thesis

http://www.curethis.org/diary/470/fuck-you-and-fuck-your-fucking-thesis-why-i-will-not-participate-in-trans-studies


So, that’s my chant. "Income! Healthcare! Safety! Now!"

A Response to Plastic Girl

I discovered this evening that the nonsensical story about me “patrolling the perimeter of MichFest with a spear” is *still* making the rounds three years later, and has ensnared poor Plastic Girl. So, here is my response to her and her sycophants, lest she, like so many before her, decide to modify my comment to her:

"No, actually, that story is a complete fabrication by Gallus gallus, the great chicken, which you would have realised had you actually read critically. Honestly, we’re coming up on three years later, and you jackasses are still repeating those lies as if there were any substance to them, at all. It would be laughable, if only it weren’t so pathetically paranoid.

I’ve pretty much given up worrying about the dwindling relevance of radical feminism, since it’s pretty clear at this point in history that trans women have won the public debate, but since you chose to mention me personally, perhaps you will do me the service of learning the truth from the only person who is in a position to tell it—me. Because it is common practice for the words of trans women to be altered in forums which we do not control, I will retain the complete text of this response.

The last I saw, as of a few minutes ago, the screenshots of the spear I made which Gallus gallus posted are still accurate. You can find the originals at the Cold Steel forums, since the spear itself is constructed of a Cold Steel Bushman knife and a Quickie mop handle. plus a few copper plumbing bits.

Please direct our attention to the part where I bragged about “patrolling the perimeter of MWMF”. I’ll wait—forever as it turns out, since that never happened. Thousands of attendees at MWMF, and with all the attention focused on Camp Trans, not a single credible piece of evidence exists? Not one picture? Not even a written account? Come now, surely the events of that year were precipitous enough to warrant some mention, somewhere?

In fact, there isn’t even any non-credible evidence that this ever happened other than Gallus gallus’ tweet to me on 29 April 2011, a date which I note is nowhere near the date of Fest. So, from early August 2010 to nearly May 2011, a period of just about exactly 9 months, not a single person mentioned in any of their accounts of MWMF and Camp Trans 2010 anything at all about anyone “patrolling” the perimeter of The Land, much less with a spear or any other weapon, and the whole lot of you got led around the nose by a complete fabrication of the anonymous Cowardly Chicken you worship, because you see only what you wish to see, and not necessarily what is. It’s called “confirmation bias”, and I suggest you have a discussion with your therapist about it.

Oh, did I just imply anonymity is equivalent to cowardice? Oops.

As I pointed out to the hand-wringers three years ago, I find it deliciously ironic that they exhibit so much fear over what is, ultimately, one of the primary symbols of the Goddess in her aspect as Athena (I suppose we’ll hear about how Athena is a fabrication of men, now), and that furthermore, MWMF celebrates other weaponry, most famously the tools of archery, which is taught at Fest and was recently (July 2014) featured on the MWMF Facebook feed.

There’s a lot of fabricated lore, by the way, that has grown into legends and myth about the founding of MWMF and the trans exclusion policy. Since I see you’ve admitted that Fest was founded before you were born, I know something of your age, and I can tell you that you should not assume that there are no others old enough to remember the 1970’s and 1980’s. It’s rather telling that the trans exclusionary faction likes to claim that the policy was explicitly stated on the first posters, but to date, no has has produced any credible evidence to back up that claim.

There are also claims that the specific phraseology originated in Adrienne Rich’s book, which was published the same year. If you happen to examine the actual timeline, you will see that in no way is it likely that that phrase would have appeared on the posters for Fest, since the posters would have presumably needed to be printed well in advance, and a phrase which only originated in that book would not have had the widespread acceptance to justify putting it on that poster.

No, the fact is that the trans exclusion policy is what we call in pop culture a “retcon”, and Lisa Vogel is very careful never to push too hard, since her livelihood depends on the support of women who disagree with the exclusionary policy.

Any lawyer worth a retainer can tell you that MWMF is not a “private event”, as so many claim or would like to believe. It is, by every definition of the term, a “public accommodation”, and while the State of Michigan does not have any anti-discrimination laws protecting trans people, that’s not going to be the case forever. I am told Lisa Vogel is herself an attorney, so doubtless she understands this better than half-cocked anon randos from overseas who pretend concern and troll those who are actually affected by this issue. The very second the State of Michigan passes an comprehensive anti-discrimination law, the trans exclusion policy is finished.

Lisa and MWMF are caught between a rock and a hard place. If they enforce the exclusion policy, they risk losing thousands of ticket sales. If they rescind it, they lose thousands of ticket sales. MWMF is on its last legs as it is, and only by massive individual donations will it even be possible for Fest to reach its 40th Anniversary Year, and even that is not a given. Even if it does get to 40, that is probably going to be the last year. The world has changed. Radical feminism lost.

That “huge spear”, by the way, measures approximately 66” long. If that’s “huge”, then I guess your world must be rather small, indeed.

Now, if you will kindly excuse me, I would like to return to my obscurity. I’ve discovered I have more important things to do with my life than continue to worry about people who doggedly cling to a failed ideology.”