“The thing is, it’s patriarchy that says men are stupid and monolithic and unchanging and incapable. It’s patriarchy that says men have animalistic instincts and just can’t stop themselves from harassing and assaulting. It’s patriarchy that says men can only be attracted by certain qualities, can only have particular kinds of responses, can only experience the world in narrow ways. Feminism holds that men are capable of more – are more than that.”—
So, can we all just settle down and agree that women fuck everything up, always, and they can’t make decisions or fight their own battles without the help of a man? I mean, really. It’s a universal truth, right?
…no? Not so much? That’s utter bullshit? Most rational human beings believe that women are as capable as men, and not subservient, helpless children?
Funny, because that’s not what they’re telling you on Glee.
Let’s just start at the beginning and try to digest this show in little, bitty pieces. In fact, I’m going to go ahead and split it up into different posts for different characters. Because otherwise, seriously, I’m going to puke.
This is a great post that delves really comprehensively into so much of what was wrong with and disgusting about last night’s episode (and Glee as a whole), but it definitely elides how big of a factor race is in the fucked up treatment of Santana vs. Finn and the writing of this episode, and every episode; this racism is integral to Glee’s fucked up lady issues, too, since Santana’s race is inextricable from her womanhood and her queerness and how Glee portrays those. Like, it’s really not a coincidence that Burt and Carol are white, and accepting parents who get TONS of screentime - and Santana’s abuela and Mike’s dad are not. (Mike’s mom was an Accepting Parent with a few brief flashes of screentime, Santana’s parents are referenced as accepting, but they get no screentime at all, so the emphasis is really on these conservative closeminded parents of color as counterpoints to Burt Hummel, the most screentime-having and explicitly wonderful parent on the show, and Carol’s centrality as a parent while definitely ostentatiously problematically limited compared to his, is still greater than any parent’s of color.) It’s really not a coincidence that Finn is white and Kurt is white and Karofsky is white (and Blaine is from everything I can tell written as white), and Santana is not - Karofsky’s value as someone who deserves the space to come out on his own time no matter what he does to others, Kurt seeing and protecting that value and Finn and Schue and Burt all seeing and protecting Kurt’s value (wrt bullying), but NONE OF THEM NOTICING OR BELIEVING SANTANA HAS THE SAME VALUE: this is as much about her race as about her gender. That the episode ends with Rachel breaking the sad news of not being able to take her Important White Self to sectionals with everyone, and THAT’S the tragic end note, Santana’s pain with her abuela is swept under the rug in about three seconds so she can sing a song about two completely unrelated white women’s love lives (Beiste and Shelby; Santana’s POV is nowhere in sight, and that she swallows her pain while Beiste, Shelby, and Rachel are portrayed so heartbreakingly is VERY symptomatic of again, white feelings having value but the woman of color not being expected or allowed to have ANY feelings that would be inconvenient to white people naming/defining and constructing/controlling her experiences) - this is not. a. coincidence.
“9. Lisa Frank is not the name of a woman, it is the name of a movement, a culture, a way of living. It is a theory, a concept, a belief in something greater than yourself. It is the belief that all girls are entitled to dolphins covered with rainbows, jewel-encrusted frogs, and unicorns in acid-trip colors hugging each other. It is the ideology that no notebook is complete until it literally hurts your eyes to look at from so much color saturation. It is the hope that no school supply, no matter how insignificant, will be left un-bedazzled. It is the knowledge that your eraser cap, and that of your granddaughter’s, and her granddaughter’s after her, will not be some boring little nub–it will be a diamond covered with butterflies in a rainbow of colors. It is the dream of a better tomorrow.”—10 Things 90s Kids Will Have To Explain To Their Children « Thought Catalog
They don’t hate you. They don’t have the time to actively hate you. If you are a constant bother in class, they will likely dislike your behaviour but when they have 100+ students to deal with in a day you are the least of their worries. Stop being so self-centered.
They do an incredible amount of work. More work than you can imagine. What you see in class is nothing. There are countless hours before and after school, and on weekends that are spent planning lessons, grading, attending meetings, doing extracurriculars, and helping out their fellow teachers. It’s not a 9-5 job. They don’t just turn off, they do more work than they are paid for.
They are not out to get you. If they gave you a “bad mark”, it’s not necessarily because they think you’re a bad student. The mark you get is what you earned. They don’t want to bring you down. They’re there to help you. They want you to succeed and do the best you can.
Few people truly give them enough credit for the work they do. Thank a teacher whenever you can.
They’re pretty amazing people. They’re not stupid. They’re well-educated, intelligent, and (mostly) caring people.
And yes, there are some teachers who only do it for the work and stable employment. They ruin it for the rest, but there are far more teachers out there who care more about you than you’ll ever imagine.
They are not your friends. They are not your mothers. They have an obligation to educate you, and nothing more. The tough love kind of teachers are the ones who you will appreciate long after you leave school. The ones who teach you life lessons about getting your work in on time or who don’t chase you and give in to your excuses.
Yes, they have lives outside of school. They’re people, and they have feelings and emotions. They have worries and concerns. They have families, and friends. They are people.
Spoilers for the entire plot of all three books. Warning you now. Super spoilers.
Okay, so. First off let me start with some of the things I liked. I like Katniss (for the first two books). I like that she’s smart and decisive and accidentally/occasionally charming and suspicious and ruthless and cruel and wonderful. I like that she’s extraordinary and she doesn’t apologize for it. I think she’s a good narrator (for the first two books) and an interesting main character and she kept me with the series.
Many of these problems are real problems. (Especially: race issues. I read Katniss as a WOC, too. I’m disappointed that they cast Jennifer Lawrence as Katniss.)
I just want to add a positive, though: I LOVE that Katniss is affected by the events of the books. I love that she is traumatized. I love that she has PTSD, and that she is not and will never be okay ever again.
Because she is a KID who’s fighting/leading a WAR.
“If you’re gonna have pizza with someone else, what do you have to do? You gotta talk about what you want. Even if you’re going to have the same pizza you always have, you say, ‘We getting the usual?’ Just a check in. And square, round, thick, thin, stuffed crust, pepperoni, stromboli, pineapple — none of those are wrong; variety in the pizza model doesn’t come with judgment. So ideally when the pizza arrives, it smells good, looks good, it’s mouthwatering. Wouldn’t it be great if we had that kind of anticipation before sexual activity, if it stimulated all our senses, not just our genitals but this whole-body experience. And what’s the goal of eating pizza? To be full, to be satisfied. That might be different for different people; it might be different for you on different occasions. Nobody’s like ‘You failed, you didn’t eat the whole pizza.’”—
“Like most women, I currently live in a society where violence, harassment and scary shit can break out at any moment, just because I told some random asshole “no” without bothering to be nice about it. Doing that is so dangerous that most women don’t dare; after a few scary incidents, they learn to make up excuses, to smile, to be sweet and welcoming, to act as if every single random asshole on the street is a precious new friend that they would just LOVE to stand outside of the Chipotle and chat with FOR HOURS, if only cruel fate had not intervened. That’s what it’s actually like, being a woman: Playing nice with every random asshole, because this random asshole might be the one who hurts you. And then, if he hurts you anyway, they’ll tell you that you led him on.”—
Last year so many of you came together and helped donate money to purchase toys for the children on Pine Ridge reservation. Thank You!
It was wonderful but unfortunately (my people) the Oglala Lakota Sioux need more than toys this year, they need propane. I know that toys are something pretty and heart swelling, I was totally in tears when I saw the little brown doll I requested to be bought last year. Unfortunately, at this time, it’s more grim than that. The most basic of needs is the most important thing to aid with.
lease consider donating to this in someone’s honor instead of attending Black Friday. If you cannot help, please consider sharing this to signal boost so that more can.
Much love to all of you. ♥
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• According to current USDA Rural Development documents, the Lakota have the lowest life expectancy of any group in America. The median income on the reservation is approximately $2,600 to $3,500 per year, with about 97% of people living far below the federal poverty line.
• Heating and fueling just one house on the reservation can easily impact 2 dozen lives, as there are an average of 17 people per family home (with up to 30 in many houses).
• 39% of the homes on the Pine Ridge Reservation have no basic water, sewage system or electricity and lack basic insulation.