June 1, 2012
Happy B’Day, Kia!

Happy B’Day, Kia!

May 31, 2012
stryker:

That awkward moment when your bankrupt culture war achieves an event horizon, when you step back and look at what you’ve become, a room full of people cheering on the eternal burning torture of millions of people with ecstatic glee, all channeled through the the soft voice of a child so pure that he can only be considered a perfect vessel of the Most High, all forgetting that the same Most High already begat a human vessel who came to establish inclusivity and acceptance as near-sacramental elements of your faith. 
That awkward moment when you realize your blind devotion to a narrow interpretation of an ancient book has culminated in the global exposure of a clueless woman who can’t bring herself to denounce a proposed state-sponsored imprisonment of a tenfold of her country, as though the purpose of her religion is to create a sanitized, unblemished version of humanity, as though getting rid of all the queers would allow us to usher in the Kingdom of God here on earth. 
That awkward moment when you realize that the volume of the condemnation for a particular “sin” from within this culture is directly proportional to the ease of which its critics can abstain from it, when it occurs to you that condemning homosexuality is so easy when you’re straight, literally the easiest thing you could possibly stand against. 
Why is it that we never here anything about gluttony from these fat fucks? When was the last time a single one of you heard someone condemn gluttony from the pulpit? You won’t, because we’re only interested in standing against perceived sins by which we’d never in a million years be tempted. 
Why don’t we cage all the jealous people in an electrified fence? Or people who have “fits of rage” or “selfish ambition?” Or any number of other sins that are condemned far more often than homosexuality in scripture? 
Because that would require an ounce of self-reflection, and why bother when you can just condemn everyone else in the room to eternal hellfire? 

There’s just here much in here that I want to pull out as a quote, so I’ll just leave the whole thing.
In regards to the woman in the screenshot above, interviewed by Anderson Cooper: I saw lots of hubub online about “how dare he bring a mentally ill woman on his show just to yell at her?” Nope. Sorry. That’s too easy. I don’t know the medical history of this woman, but I do know that dismissing her views as “mentally ill” is easy. The harder truth is that there are so many people out there that I grew up going to church and school with. There’s no dialogue that begins with “Well you’re just mentally ill…” The harder truth is that they’re folks with jobs and mortgages who “had to be carefully taught,” and who are just wrong.

stryker:

That awkward moment when your bankrupt culture war achieves an event horizon, when you step back and look at what you’ve become, a room full of people cheering on the eternal burning torture of millions of people with ecstatic glee, all channeled through the the soft voice of a child so pure that he can only be considered a perfect vessel of the Most High, all forgetting that the same Most High already begat a human vessel who came to establish inclusivity and acceptance as near-sacramental elements of your faith. 

That awkward moment when you realize your blind devotion to a narrow interpretation of an ancient book has culminated in the global exposure of a clueless woman who can’t bring herself to denounce a proposed state-sponsored imprisonment of a tenfold of her country, as though the purpose of her religion is to create a sanitized, unblemished version of humanity, as though getting rid of all the queers would allow us to usher in the Kingdom of God here on earth. 

That awkward moment when you realize that the volume of the condemnation for a particular “sin” from within this culture is directly proportional to the ease of which its critics can abstain from it, when it occurs to you that condemning homosexuality is so easy when you’re straight, literally the easiest thing you could possibly stand against. 

Why is it that we never here anything about gluttony from these fat fucks? When was the last time a single one of you heard someone condemn gluttony from the pulpit? You won’t, because we’re only interested in standing against perceived sins by which we’d never in a million years be tempted. 

Why don’t we cage all the jealous people in an electrified fence? Or people who have “fits of rage” or “selfish ambition?” Or any number of other sins that are condemned far more often than homosexuality in scripture? 

Because that would require an ounce of self-reflection, and why bother when you can just condemn everyone else in the room to eternal hellfire? 

There’s just here much in here that I want to pull out as a quote, so I’ll just leave the whole thing.

In regards to the woman in the screenshot above, interviewed by Anderson Cooper: I saw lots of hubub online about “how dare he bring a mentally ill woman on his show just to yell at her?” Nope. Sorry. That’s too easy. I don’t know the medical history of this woman, but I do know that dismissing her views as “mentally ill” is easy. The harder truth is that there are so many people out there that I grew up going to church and school with. There’s no dialogue that begins with “Well you’re just mentally ill…” The harder truth is that they’re folks with jobs and mortgages who “had to be carefully taught,” and who are just wrong.

(via bestrooftalkever)

May 31, 2012

heyteebs:

“Beyoncé isn’t Beyoncé because she reads comments on the Internet. Beyoncé is in Ibiza, wearing a stomach necklace, walking hand in hand with her hot boyfriend. She’s going on the yacht and having a mimosa. She’s not reading shitty comments about herself on the Internet, and we shouldn’t either. I just think, Would Beyoncé be reading this? No, she would just delete it or somebody would delete it for her. What I really need to do is close the computer and then talk back to that voice and say, Fuck you. I don’t give a shit what you think. I’m Beyoncé. I’m going to Ibiza with Jay-Z now, fuck off. Being criticized is part of the job, but seeking it out isn’t. That’s our piece to let go.” — Kathleen Hanna

This is cute, and I agree that we can all stand to brush off Internet meanness, but not a one of us is Beyoncé (unless you’re reading this B, in which case, ‘Hi thanks for everything’). The rest of us can’t fly to Ibiza. The rest of us don’t have a media empire backing us. The rest of us live in the muck and grime of the everyday Internet. Now granted, no one is body snarking the rest of us for our appearance on the red carpet, but sometimes one of you may upload a vlog, or turn on Anonymous Ask Box for an hour, or get a piece published on a “real” blog with commenters.

You just have to pick your battles. That’s the real work. Is this just a sad li’l person who’s probably having a rough week trying to feel better? Or is this a person you have a relationship with who maybe has a salient point to bring to your discussion (UNLIKELY, but still)? You don’t fly to Ibiza. You don’t act like you’re above it all. You just choose to ignore and find a cute dog video, or you find an unexamined point in your post, you nod at your computer screen, and you pray to B you are a li’l wiser in the morning.

(Source: dandyprof, via jkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjk)

May 31, 2012

love-ifyoucanhearthissound asked: You're from Chicago? City or burbs?

I’m FROM North Carolina. I moved to Chicago almost two years ago (eek).

May 31, 2012
Just so you non-Chicagoans know, early Summer in Chicago can sometimes look like Spring in Chicago, which is to say “Winter” in some places. It was raining and windy and 45-50 degrees all day. It was like 90 this weekend. You take the good with the bad. You’re like “Well the cross-town buses are overcrowded, but the beach is nice (when they haven’t found a body that day), and the people are nice enough, but sometimes they can be a little L7, and yeah it’s kind of tough to get to your friends on the west side when you live on the north side, but oh MAN the architecture in this city!”
Guess this is all a way of saying “today is a day for soup.”

Just so you non-Chicagoans know, early Summer in Chicago can sometimes look like Spring in Chicago, which is to say “Winter” in some places. It was raining and windy and 45-50 degrees all day. It was like 90 this weekend. You take the good with the bad. You’re like “Well the cross-town buses are overcrowded, but the beach is nice (when they haven’t found a body that day), and the people are nice enough, but sometimes they can be a little L7, and yeah it’s kind of tough to get to your friends on the west side when you live on the north side, but oh MAN the architecture in this city!”

Guess this is all a way of saying “today is a day for soup.”

May 31, 2012
Right now I can only let myself look at this GIF from a position of my head cocked back and my eyes nearly shut, because I’m afraid if I look at it full on, my face will melt in the Shekinah Glory a la Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Right now I can only let myself look at this GIF from a position of my head cocked back and my eyes nearly shut, because I’m afraid if I look at it full on, my face will melt in the Shekinah Glory a la Raiders of the Lost Ark.

(Source: shitshilarious, via dannybrito)

May 31, 2012
Programme

Programme

(Source: risingtensions)

May 31, 2012
Just checkin in with Jason Mraz, waiting in line at S-Bux. 

Apparently he’s Yanni-ing?

Just checkin in with Jason Mraz, waiting in line at S-Bux.

Apparently he’s Yanni-ing?

May 31, 2012

drinkyourjuice:

I’d like to thank the city of Los Angeles for upgrading me to the second-lightest concealer color available on the market. Now instead of the “Neon Ivory” I’ve only been able to buy in certain Duane Reade locations downtown, I can upgrade to the “This Chick Had A Cancer Scare Once So She Wears Lots Of Hats” shade they sell all over the place.

I love this woman.

May 31, 2012
Looks like a picked the perfect day to finally download TheDaily!

Looks like a picked the perfect day to finally download TheDaily!