Knit one, Bitch two

Giving yourself a “tan” to do male RuPaul as “drag” is not fucking cute. 

trying to wrap my head around Snow White in a way that’s less FUCK FUCK FUCK and more what the hell are you doing, this is really disturbing and let’s find out why. and this shit isn’t novel, not even to my privileged ass, but damn.  wtf.

talking to my partner last night we were trying to figure out how and why, not necessarily really why because we know mainstream media is racist and oppressive as hell, white Hollywood knows they can get away with such an elevated level of shit.

basically, the only policing we ever do of each other, fellow white people, is the warning of hey you went too far, people are gonna see what douchebags we are.  ratchet it back.  apparently even THAT boundary is gone and we just wanna gleefully wag our dicks at everyone. 

i’m talking about putting little people in a movie and pulling EVERY sizeist joke, every gag that we’ve seen a million times that’s rude and shaming and having a whole theater of teenagers and folks cracking up about it.  or the little people who’re fat having gout, or hideous diseases, or just “acting fat” as we like to loosely put it.  or the black character who has about one line, is a good tracker and styled much like a bloodhound in costume and affect, who dies about five minutes after he shows up.  or the women who wear a stylized hijab, eyeliner and scar their faces ritually to ensure they aren’t chosen to have their beauty sucked out of them by the queen (cue some light-skinned POC in that crowd, in the BACKGROUND). or the queen as a fractured reflection of white beauty, imperfect because she obviously fucks, she has power, but she has this weird incest shit with her brother and her power only came from a spell her mother put on her so when she was kidnapped (read: rape culture here) she could be beautiful to save herself.  or the main character having two love interests but remaining a virgin and claiming power through her virginity to HEAL THE WORLD.  no love is consummated.  

it’s like they knew they couldn’t actually fathom being inoffensive so they really tried to hit EVERYONE.

we’re seeing a very disturbing trend that’s surfaced really hard, yet again, with white comedy that everything is “on the table”.  this intersects with what i’ll loosely term /b/ culture online, btw.  the freedom of the internet giving rise to rampant “everything is ironic and meaningless therefore anything is allowed”.

we know we’re racist, so let’s make jokes about it.  not just our usual garden variety brand of half-assed racism with the tacit approval of our white audience, but Robert Downey Jr in blackface.  ”Taking back” porch monkey in Clerks II.  Using the n-word for “fun”.  Or sexism: straight (white) male comedians using cunt, slut shaming all over the place.  Rape jokes, trying to normalize violence against women as funny because those bitches still won’t put out!  Or ableism: let’s laugh at “crippled” people because they’re funny (read: most internet macros ever). Or homophobia: gosh it’s funny that those queers are so swishy and those lesbians are so butch.  STILL.

we saw this when obama was elected with the rash of watermelon jokes and n-word tweets and bullshit with the politicians, not to mention the incredible and ongoing backlash against mr. obama and his wife.  like it’s okay to say this shit now because hey!  black people made it!  they have a president! or pitting a white woman against a black man to try to show how politics are not oppressive, how “anyone can run”.

then we move over to the land of fantasy (and sci fi) where racism is always going to be more appropriate somehow because “oh it’s not real”.  Avatar, or Dances with Wolves in Space, as my partner termed it.  yeah, i’ll just leave that one right there.

what it is, basically, is that we’re going real balls to the wall here.  what’s next, minstrel shows again?  and i’m not just saying hiding them in movies, i mean all-out.  and this is the trend, this is where this is going, because allegedly we are having oppression discussions out in public so somehow that translates to white people creating and consuming media that really lays it on, really goes hideous places and, here’s the kicker because what i just said is the norm, always, does not even bother to hide it or couch it in anything anymore.  it’s just out there.  out for everyone to see, and we laugh and pay money for it and think it’s okay because hey everything’s ironic, it’s not serious.  and because it’s visible it’s somehow more impervious to discussion and dismantling because it’s OUT?  what???

and this is therapy for my fellow white people.  a soothing balm of ahhhh, racism out in the open that i can laugh at, it’s so freeing and i can be anonymous in the white herd and just keep on rattling off those racist slurs and pointing out my one black friend.

it’s just a joke.

it’s fantasy.

and you KNOW one of the arguments that’s gonna start is oh well the movie didn’t do well in the box office so you know it’s really okay that all this just happened.  nope, nope nope nope.  it’s out there now to join the shitheap.

we live in a post-racial post-oppressive culture.  yup.

i went to go see this piece of shit and i thought it was going to be a groan-worthy lolstraightwhitepeople experience.  they hid a lot of this fuckery away as a surprise!

motherfuckers can take this longing to move directly back to a 50s/60s gender normative segregated Mad Men culture and shove it right up their tight asses.*

*caveat that we mostly live in this culture anyway and always have but we just like to think we’ve evolved.  

being a relatively “repressed” person by societal standards when it comes to sex and dealing constantly with nervousness and babyqueer feelings means i don’t fuck much, not even with my partner tho we have for several years.  also my partner is male, we’re in an open relationship and he’s super supportive of my endeavors to find ladylove which is weirdly sometimes more intimidating than not.

my personal shit means most of the time i’m freezing or shaking in my skin when i see a pretty girl or (and this is shitty) when i read someone who could even be remotely coded as gay i get excited like i’m part of a club or something.  doesn’t help that wherever the girls hang out in this town, it’s nowhere near me. so mostly don’t talk to women, aside from the other day when i spoke to a girl on the bus and broke my bus rule of talking to people (because i hate it when people do that to me).

when i drink/smoke (depends on what kind) there’s what i’ll name the sex threshold of maybe 1-2 drinks or a bowl in and suddenly i’m invincible.  i feel like i can talk to anyone, i see a girl and i’m like i could totally fuck you and enjoy it and hey not even get up halfway through to go puke because i’m too drunk to make it through this.  it’s like that wall completely comes crashing down and all of a sudden i’m a big ol exposed nerve, sucking up sex energy all around me and needing just to FUCK, to FUCK ANYTHING.

i don’t act on it not because i slut shame myself (tho that is some of it) but because sex scares me, talking to people scares me, the combo of the two is terrifying.  i don’t trust that streak in myself.  so i sit horny and open and mostly sad, and then end up moving on to other things in the evening.

Not drunk enough to hide my rage at how fucking thoroughly offensive and terrible Snow White was. They got every single possible kind of prejudice in there. Down to a magical negro for about ten seconds. Fuck. White savior virgin slut shaming crone fearing racist ableist douchebaggery.

FOR FUCK’S SAKE THEY CGI-ED IAN MACSHANE’S HEAD ON A LITTLE PERSON.  WHAT THE FUCK.  I CAN’T.

Get a drink in me and I’m like bitch I will eat you under this counter right now and it’ll be the best thing in your life.

Without that tho, nope. No game.

i’m so exhausted and ready for goddard to be over.

and then i think about going up there and it’s going to be three or four days of sobbing and drinking.

mzdem:

So, I am sitting here listening to supernatural while I work.

I’m on season 4.

Know what I have learned so far?

Scary shit happens. The boys try to stop it. The boys get in scary deep shit. Bobby saves the day.

Also Castiel everything.

Here, school:

racism = hate + power

We have the power, white people.

We make sure that people of color do not have this power.

Is this hard to deal with?  Hard in theory meaning we have a huge mountain of guilt and self-protecting shit to climb while we sit with ourselves and learn how not to be dicks?  Yup.

No excuse, nonetheless.

So shut the FUCK up, you ignorant little shits.