“If you’re an adivasi living in a forest village and 800 CRP come and surround your village and start burning it, what are you supposed to do? Are you supposed to go on hunger strike? Can the hungry go on a hunger strike? Non-violence is a piece of theatre. You need an audience. What can you do when you have no audience? People have the right to resist annihilation.”—Arundhati Roy, in The Guardian (via ayiman)
“It’s deplorable that sexually adventurous young women are constantly told they are “degrading themselves” by seeking out various experiences, that every bit of enjoyment eats away at some secret store of purity. This whole tradition–the idea that women need be preserved in glass so as not to “ruin” themselves, lest they diminish their sexual value by “giving it away”–restricts the lived autonomy of women in ways I can’t even begin to articulate. None of the slut-shaming makes sense unless you assume women live to give themselves to men in their purest possible form.”—Kerry Howley (via brombie)
everyone is basically shit out of luck because everything is racist. i’m not talking about shitty american spirits cigarettes but since potatoes came from south america and rice came from parts of asia and everyone came from africa……………….
“Our culture teaches us about shame—it dictates what is acceptable and what is not. We weren’t born craving perfect bodies. We weren’t born afraid to tell our stories. We weren’t born with a fear of getting too old to feel valuable. We weren’t born with a Pottery Barn catalog in one hand and heartbreaking debt in the other. Shame comes from outside of us—from the messages and expectations of our culture. What comes from the inside of us is a very human need to belong, to relate.”—I Thought It Was Just Me: Women Reclaiming Power and Courage in a Culture of Shame by Brene Brown (via runalovegood)
has proven something to me that I already understood intellectually and, I guess, was hoping to find false: changing your location doesn’t change you. I’m still the same person with different scenery. I still feel insecure. I’m still kind of a bitch. I still desperately crave relationships while at the same time rejecting most people. I need to be home now, I think. I’m ready. Today is the first sunny day London has seen in awhile, yet I’m sitting inside trying— barely— to write papers. I’m questioning all the things I think my life is, all the ways I think I am. How can I feel so self-assured in public but be sort of a mess behind closed doors? Why am I using so many cliches right now?
And thanks to my ADHD, I’m sort of left in a catatonic mental state where I can really do nothing because all the things I have to do seem overwhelming. I’m like a mouse trying to run up a bucket. I’ve got papers for my summer school classes that aren’t done. I’ve only got four more days left in the UK, and I feel like I’m wasting today. I called in sick and am trying to work on these papers, but just end up watching Mad Men instead. I thought I could go without my Adderall and be fine, but I guess I was wrong. Not having it has made this trip a lot more difficult. Plus, on top of that, I’m stressed about the walk. No one has been doing shit since I left, apparently, and Miranda wants to push the date back. Again. I don’t even know if it’s going to happen. I feel like I have to make sure it’s amazing just to prove to myself that I can do something, that I can plan an event and make all this shit come together. So. Stressed.
Not using fucking flash grenades and paramilitary tactics in our neighborhoods. Not fucking RAIDING people’s neighborhoods because they’re here w/o bullshit paperwork. Not RAIDING people’s neighborhoods because the only jobs left are selling drugs…