“I Kissed A Girl is a boner dyke anthem for straight girls who like to turn guys on by making out or like faking gay. I hate Katy Perry! She’s offensive to gay culture, I’m so offended. She’s just riding on the backs of our culture, without having to pay any of the dues and not being actually lesbian or anything at all. She’s on the cover of a fucking gay magazine.”—
METHODOLOGY: Researchers led by Philippe Bernard presented participants pictures of men and women in sexualized poses, wearing a swimsuit or underwear, one by one on a computer screen. Since pictures of people present a recognition problem when they’re turned upside down, but images of objects don’t have that problem, some of the photos were presented right side up and others upside down. After each picture, there was a second of black screen before each participant was shown two images and was asked to choose the one that matched the one he or she had just seen.
RESULTS: The male and female subjects matched the photos similarly. They recognized right-side-up men better than upside-down men, suggesting that they saw the sexualized men as persons. On the contrary, the women in underwear weren’t any harder to recognize when they appeared upside down, indicating that the sexy women were consistently identified as objects.
CONCLUSION: People objectify women in sexualized photos, but not men.
SOURCE: The full study, “Integrating Sexual Objectification With Object Versus Person Recognition: The Sexualized-Body-Inversion Hypothesis,” is published in the journal Psychological Science.
If you had in this chair some of the people who developed quantum mechanics back in the 1920s or 1930s, and you said to them, ‘What is this stuff gonna DO for us?’ they’d say ‘Probably not much, we’re trying to understand molecules and atoms, very far from everyday life.’
But the fact that you have a cell phone, the fact that you have a personal computer, the fact that there’s wondrous medical technology that’s saving lives around the world today all relies on the integrated circuit, which comes from quantum mechanics.
Quantum mechanics are responsible for something like 35% of the Gross National Product. Which is just to say fundamental research at a given moment in time can have big implications when you allow it to mature.
Investing in basic science must be disconnected from traditional returns, and instead viewed as an investment in the intellectual capital of tomorrow. It’s hard to put a price tag on inspiration, and Goldman Sachs has yet to write an algorithm to predict the science of the future.
Please substitue the word “children” for “99 percent of the idiots using the #peace tag on tumblr.”
I always get too angry to articulate why images of malnourished African children bothers me. Why it is racist. Why it’s wrong.
This article above helps.
The way you think about Africa is wrong.
The way you think about the entire world beyond you is probably wrong.
But let’s start with Africa. Because chances are you paid the 30 dollars for that stupid fucking Invisible Children starter kit. That at one point in time you participated in a 30 Hour Famine at church. Or you “adopted” a starving child with a few friends after you saw a 5 minute infomercial. Possibly you really like Bono. Or Blood Diamond made you feel really bad. Hotel Rwanda made you cry. Maybe you have one of those shirts with the heart in the middle of the continent. Or that you really want to internationally adopt an “orphan.”
The way you think about Africa is wrong.
Did you know that the UNICEF definition of orphanhood as the loss of one or both parents. Did you know that children are adopted by white parents all the time when their biological parents are still alive. Did you know that foreign adoptions happen all the time because parents see themselves as too impoverished or incapable to raise their children on their own. Did you know that Madonna, the supposed savior of Malawi, abducted her child because international adoptions aren’t even legal in that country.
Did you know that the never-ending stream of donations you send to Africa is destroying local economies and small businesses. Did it ever occur to you that your donations are putting people out of business. Did you consider that you might be creating poverty just for participating in a capitalist system that steals from the poor and then throws them whatever is left over and calls it “charity.” Did it never occur to you, while you were donating money and feeling good about it, why it is that your dollar is needed in the first place.
Did you know that organizations like World Vision (the asshats who brought you the 30 Hour Famine) have set up camps for survivors of war and violence in Uganda, where they regularly impose Christian teachings and values through a process called “sensitization,” in order to get survivors to think more like they do. Did it ever occur to you that there are thousands of languages, cultures, and lives that are being homogenized by “charitable” organizations, and that it’s on your dime.
Did you know that money you donate comes with strings, and sometimes it doesn’t even come at all. Did it occur to you that organizations don’t spend their money unless they want to, and that frequently comes with stipulations. Did you consider that maybe there are places in Africa and elsewhere that really need your money or economic support, but don’t give a fuck about your hegemonic religious values. Did you have any clue that organizations like Invisible Children take in millions of dollars annually, but don’t even spend a third of it in Uganda.
Did you have any idea that countless charities, hospitals, adoption agencies, etc., set up in Africa are illegal, and done without credence to national or local government. Have you heard of volunteer tourism? Did you have any idea that completely untrained and uneducated people are hauling ass to Africa, and building charities that board, educate, and treat young children illegally with absolutely zero recognition of the law of the land in which they are in.
Did it ever occur to you that maybe some people in Africa are doing just fucking fine. They have a house. They own shoes. They have parents and siblings and food and an education and a favorite restaurant and hobbies and ambitions and a happy life. Did you consider that maybe your stupid generalizations and conceptualizations bother and insult them, and make it more difficult to be them.
Did you ever consider that Africa is a living, breathing continent of millions of people who are different. Economically, socially, religiously, lingually, culturally, ethnically different. And that your stupid fucking pictures of malnourished kids, your idolization of Angelina Jolie and Madonna, your ridiculous Invisible Children bracelet, your idiotic KONY 2012 posters are racist. They’re simplifying a place that is not simple. They’re portraying an enormous continent as singular, backward place. Instead of more complicated than you have ever bothered to understand.
You operate autonomously, offering your “help” where it has not been asked for. Blindly donating your dollars and your time without having any idea how it is being spent.
There are people there. Governments. Cities. There are people living their lives in a continent that you do not understand, but you claim to help.
This rant was long-winded but I’ll conclude.
Just please if you take nothing else away from this. Be critical of the shit you are fed. Africa is a continent. And at least take the time to learn about it before you even consider throwing money or used books or Toms sneakers at it.
I am now officially in love with whoever wrote this!
In a chat afterwards, Joe told me that he’d love to make a tentpole movie with a female lead, but that he really doesn’t think there is an actress right now who could carry it, or a character that would work either. I’m thinking I might agree…
I’m going—somewhat cynically—to hazard a guess that it’s the latter. The ability to think and innovate outside a very narrow box has never been Quesada’s strong suit. This is, after all, the man who several years ago insisted that Spider-Man’s marriage be written out of existence because it wasn’t possible to tell interesting stories about a married protagonist (and when pressed about the kinds of things a single protagonist could do that a married one couldn’t, came up with only “go on dates” and “look at porn”); and has generally spent his tenure as EiC systematically retconning the status quo to precisely its state when he first got into Marvel comics.
Today, I asked a stranger for help figuring out how to change the height of a piece of equipment at the gym.
I’ve never done that before—asked someone for help at the gym. Or even voluntarily had a conversation. Or made eye contact.
I wouldn’t have done it a year ago, or even a month ago.
And maybe they think I’m a complete idiot, but, for the first time, that feels like it’s genuinely not really my problem.
And I am significantly prouder of that than even of the fact that I am pretty much entirely working out with free weights these days.
I’m not sure if this means that I’m Working out Issues, or just that I’ve achieved the minimum degree of competence that lets me be okay with not being acutely self-conscious all the time. Either way—progress.
TL;DR: Shit I’m trying to get done by October 13, 2012
Goal 1: Get in Shape. Walking a lot more, going to the gym 2-3x/week (edging toward 3), and—and I am really damn proud of this—using actual free weights.I am getting noticeably stronger. It is rad as hell.
The downside to what’s generally going really well is that, as of this week, allergies are fucking me way the hell up. I’m mostly noticing impact on cardio, for obvious reasons, but I really need to find a way to get this shit under better control.
Also eating way, way better—I’m doing the No S thing again, which is not for everyone, but which I like because it is practical, fairly sane, and pleasantly alliterative. It forces me to pay attention to actually balancing meals, and it substantially moderates my main bad food-related habits, sugary things and eating as a fidget. Plus, after about a week,I start being able to taste sugar as more than just sweetness, which is really cool.
Progress So Far:Really good.
Outlook: Soundly optimistic.
Get to the gym three days a week.
Keep walking everywhere.
Learn more free-weight stuff and start tracking progress.
Goal 2: Finish a Novel Draft.I slacked way the hell off on this one, word-count wise, but I did work out some pretty major story stuff and figured out a lot about the conditions under which I can and can’t write productively, so, not a total bust. Starting now, I’m going to be shooting for roughly 3k words a week.
Progress So Far:Not as good as it should have been.
Outlook:Still guardedly optimistic.
Consistently 3,000 words a week.
Find a place near home where I can work.
If I can, find a way to actually get writing done at home.
Figure out how the fuck to write dialogue that moves the plot forward. Apparently several years of writing mostly microfiction has totally fucked up my ability to pace scenes.
Goal 3: Beat MegaMan 2. Well, fuck me sideways: apparently good coaching and saucy incentives can work wonders. I’m pretty sure I’m actually going to be able to do this.
Progress So Far:
Beat Air Man and Quick Man.
Drive to Canada for a Protomen show. (It counts. Fuck you. Don’t judge me.)
So the past couple of weeks, my Internet energies have been pretty much used up on Tumblr, where I’ve been unofficially curating the Wolverine/Freddie Mercury recreation pages that have popped up since my post on April 23. I thought it was time I bring them all together. Below are all the…
“Same-sex couples have been getting married all around us for decades, and they’ll keep on doing it, whether you manage to hold the line or not: men will kiss their husbands as you write your brave polemics; wives will continue to feed each other cake, whatever you think is right. They’ve always had the love and the cherish and the honor, and the recognition of their friends and family, and nothing you can do will take that from them. Nothing. All you can manage is to rewrite the tax code. Make it more of a grinding hassle to deal with insurance and wills. Keep loving families apart at times of illness and accident and death. Condemn children to needless, nightmarish legal quagmires. For this you would tarnish the rings on our fingers, and turn our vows into ashes.”—(via thecityofroses)
“Grown-ups desperately need to feel safe, and then they project onto the kids," he said. "But what none of us seem to realize is how smart kids are. They don’t like what we write for them, what we dish up for them, because it’s vapid, so they’ll go for the hard words, they’ll go for the hard concepts, they’ll go for the stuff where they can learn something, not didactic things, but passionate things.”—
Maurice Sendak (June 10, 1928-May 8, 2012)
There is a sprawling pantheon of picture books, the writers and illustrators who defined my early childhood, whose work I still collect and love: Jane Yolen, Karla Kuskin, David Small, Nancy Willard, the Provensens, Eric Carle, Chris Van Allsburg and dozens more.
And then, above and beyond, there’s Maurice Sendak.
Sendak’s works were thrilling and terrifying, compelling and defining, because, in his words, he refused to “cater to the bullshit of innocence.” He was one of very few children’s book creators who really got the terrifying unpredictability and momentum of the world as children experience it, in all its grandeur and complexity and inhumanity and terrible, fleeting wonder.