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This one time, I hiked the Grand Canyon, and when I was almost done, I roared into the canyon, because, you know, I am tough as Hell and I had just hiked the entire freaking Grand Canyon. But I forgot I am an alto, so it came out sort of like a moderately annoyed meow, and then someone came around the turn in the trail, and we both pretended that hadn’t just happened. This reminds me of that feeling.
(Source: mufffliato, via just-an-awkward-potato)
"Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences. (Roy Ascott’s phrase.) That solves a lot of problems: we don’t have to argue whether photographs are art, or whether performances are art, or whether Carl Andre’s bricks or Andrew Serranos’s piss or Little Richard’s ‘Long Tall Sally’ are art, because we say, ‘Art is something that happens, a process, not a quality, and all sorts of things can make it happen.’ … [W]hat makes a work of art ‘good’ for you is not something that is already ‘inside’ it, but something that happens inside you — so the value of the work lies in the degree to which it can help you have the kind of experience that you call art."
Brian Eno (via jessiethatcher)
I could reblog/post this every day as a constant reminder.
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I generally feel art-illiterate, so I appreciate this perspective.
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I’m Not a Joke is a campaign spreading awareness for the LGBTI community through art and design, created by Daniel Arzola (@Arzola_d) for the school of Visual Arts Rafael Monasterios in light of the recent violent acts against the sexually diverse community in Venezuela. It initially seeks to expand in the online community. If you’d like to share your opinion please do so via twitter using the hashtag #ImNotaJoke. Like our page on Facebook and share our designs to support our cause!
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Socially constructed stuff is still there and people still have to deal with it.
See also: psychological, emotional, “in your head.” My head is real, and things that happen in it may be personal and subjective, but they’re not nonexistent.
Going to make this my morning mantra.
(Source: alaska-wilde, via bitchouttahell)
A little girl in my 4th grade class came up to me after recess and said, “I got married at recess!” and I said “Oh? I didn’t know anyone was ordained under the age of twelve.” and she asked me what ordained meant and I explained and then she said “Oh, well, no, my wife and I were married by the slide, but we’ll be happy together anyway.”
So apparently on school playgrounds, slides are already legalizing same-sex marriage.
This is a fantastic story.
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I still don’t understand why Thigh Gap is a thing. I much prefer my thighs being strong and big enough to choke a mothafucka, tbh.
(via fatbodypolitics)
Ellen ! Ellen DeGeneres ! America’s favorite lesbian and anti-bullying advocate ! Who doesn’t love Ellen ?!
Me. I don’t love Ellen. Before a few days ago, I actually didn’t have much of an opinion of her, but when my close friend, Tiffany, told me about a tweet Ellen read on her show, I formed one quickly.
From what I can tell, on her show, Ellen does a weekly roundup of “funny” tweets from “amateur Twitter comedians.” And this is one of them:
“My 4 year old is so brave for yelling “that lady’s tummy is so big she can’t get by the table!” When everyone else was just thinking it.” - @kellyoxford
Why is this funny, Ellen ? Where is the comedy ? Is it comical how poor Kelly Oxford’s parenting skills are ? Am I supposed to laugh because this child is a total brat ? Surely you’re not expecting me to laugh at the expense of the big bellied woman, right ? Right ??
[image: quote of Ellen DeGeneres saying, “Most comedy is based on getting a laugh at somebody else’s expense and I find that’s just a form of bullying.]
Because that’s bullying, Ellen.
What prompted the discussion of this tweet between Tiffany and I ? We were at one of our favorite Thai spots for dinner. The waiter wanted to seat us in one of those two person tables, right in the middle of two other full tables. I took one look and said, “Um, can we get a different seat ? This isn’t going to work,” He looked at me like I was really putting him out by requesting a table we could actually fit into. And in that moment I felt that panic I’ve been familiar with my whole life — I’m fat, in public, around food, and everyone is looking at me.
It’s not funny. It hurts.
It’s a really painful experience when everyone is looking at you, judging you because of your body. Even if there wasn’t an issue with my table, I’m still noticed and judgements are made because of my size. I can’t hide my fat. I can’t take it off when I go out in public. I can’t hold the entire world’s face at MySpace angle height.
I’m fat and I like Thai food and I just want to enjoy myself in the company of friends — without shame being projected on me by children whose parents should spend more time teaching them how to be good people and less time on Twitter.
In the end, we were seated in a space suitable for our size. But if we hadn’t advocated for ourselves, we would have been that lady whose tummy was too big to get by the table. Most fat people ARE that lady because we’re taught that our bodies are wrong, not the arbitrary amount of space we’re “allowed” to take up.
There is nothing brave about making another person feel bad about their body, Kelly, Ellen, and anyone else who got a kick out of this tweet. It’s rude and mean. The end.