CeCe just took a plea deal—2nd degree manslaughter with a recommended 41 month sentence (actual sentencing hearing will be in a month). Horrifying to watch her forced to recount the events of her attack on the stand, to watch the judge speak to her condescendingly about how pulling scissors out of her purse as her attacker chased her down the street unlawfully endangered her attacker. This system is so disgusting. Still, I am inspired by her support team here in MN and people all over sending love.
oh fuck this world.
Fuck this.. I’m so sorry CeCe.
I’m so sorry.
Will this count time served, or will we not know till the sentencing hearing?
how the fuck is trying to desperately find something to defend yourself unlawfully endangering a person TRYING TO MURDER YOU?
If you laugh at jokes about raping people I will laugh at my fist punching your throat because sure it’s violent and demeaning but I think it’s funny so why aren’t you laughing get off the floor and stop whining I am trying to assert that my desire to make a joke out of your traumatic experience is more important than your pain it’s called Freedom of Speech read a book.
“Although there was not a drop of Seminole or Miccousukee blood in us, the Chief always costumed us in tribal apparel for the photographs he took. He said we were “our own Indians.” Our mother had a toast-brown complexion that a tourist could maybe squint at and call Indian—and Kiwi, Grandpa Sawtooth, and I could hold our sun. But my sister, Osceola, was born snowy—not a weak chamomile blond but pure frost, with eyes that vibrated somewhere between maroon and violet. Her face was like our mother’s face cast forward onto cloudy water. Before we posed for the picture on that billboard, our mother colored her in with drugstore blusher. the Chief made sure she was covered by the shadow of a tree. Kiwi liked to joke that she looked like the doomed sibling you see in those Wild West daguerreotypes, the one who makes you think, Oh God, take the picture quick; that kid is not long for this world.”—so i just started reading karen russell’s swamplandia! major side eye and a huge welp. if casual racism is the theme of this book, no thanks. here's the first part of a chapter-by-chapter commentary @ AICL for anyone interested.
“When I was in school I took a class with Cornel West, who’s this amazing African-American Studies professor, and he would say that in America there’s this sort of racism against Asians where they say, “Oh, you know, they all look alike.” He believed the reason is that Americans don’t take enough time to look. Yet that’s actually proved beneficial because you can play someone who’s Japanese, as you do in Memoirs of a Geisha.”—
Natalie was interviewing Zhang Ziyi for a magazine and Zhang Ziyi was still in the process of learning English. Racism and its effects is a difficult topic to have discourse about, even if you’ve mastered a language. Natalie just wanted to know her opinion on how that works, and how that feels. Zhang Ziyi talks about how she had to work hard to get mannerisms and posture correct.
The question wasn’t racially charged, I don’t think. Natalie could have worded it better, but this was probably the fastest way for Zhang Ziyi to comment on something. In fact, Natalie ends it with a question that Zhang Ziyi uses to bring it full circle.
NP: One last question: What do you think is the biggest misconception people in the U.S. have about China?
ZZ: [both laugh] That we look the same. Or they think a particular Chinese restaurant has such good food, and then I go and try it and say, “That’s not Chinese food—we have much better food than this!” [both laugh]
reading on a kindle? please. that’s not really reading. reading is turning a page made entirely out of human skin. reading is letting the cover crease and letting the horrors of time and space escape and the creases deepen and crack. reading is smelling the ink on the page, made out of blood of the innocent, and letting the memories of the satanic ritual preformed to make such a book of wonders be formed. THAT’S real reading. fuck technology.
i am going 2 wallow in sadness because i have some serious allergies or maybe a cold but my eyes are falling out of my face and i’m sneezing all the time and i’ve gone through like 9000 boxes of tissues
i was hangin out at a baby’s birthday party with thousands of babies (like 15, stop reproducing, family) and my cousin’s baby was like HEY NOELLE YOU’RE MY NEW BEST FRIEND and kept doin weird baby shit at me
i unfortunately don’t know how to interact with babies though, ‘cause they’re confusing little creatures, but they fqn love me
Historically, the Afro American gay male and couple has largely been defined by everyone but themselves. Afro American gay men are ignored into nonexistence in parts of black culture and are basically second class citizens in gay culture. The black church which has historically played a fundamental role in protesting against civil injustices toward its parishioners has been want to deny its gay members their right to live a life free and open without prejudice. Despite public projections of a “rainbow” community living together in harmonious co-habitation, openly active and passive prejudices exist in the larger gay community against gay Afro Americans.
i have a lot of clothes, but not enough space to store them. i don’t wear some of them, but that doesn’t mean i don’t like them and would not miss them if they were gone. rich people never get called hoarders for having massive walk in closets!
i just need more space. i have so many jackets. i just need a whole room for my bulky jackets.
ugh my clothes are either in plastic drawers or piles on my floor because my dresser and closet overfloweth
i am unfortunately a natural born collector and it’s hard for me to part with stuff, although i am getting better at it. but why would i get rid of cute things i will eventually wear!
and this lady was being really talkative, and she was saying how she had bought this set of jeans and a denim jacket and she was like “I THINK SOMEONE STOLE MY JACKET THOUGH” and i was being friendly so i was like oh that sucks i hope you find it, but who would steal a denim jacket from a set out of her house? why would you buy a denim set if you aren’t under 10 years old?
she said she couldn’t just wear the jeans either because who wears just jeans? i always wear double denim personally so i know her pain