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on “call-out culture” and why I’m not into it

ourcatastrophe:

(and, side note, don’t think it’s a bullshit evasive term like “politically correct”)

firstly: to me, calling someone out primarily means calling them out for abuse or assault.  that’s the context I first heard the term in.  like confronting a rapist, for example.  therefore, I really dislike the use of term call-out to mean political critique; I think it’s appropriative, and also paints the situation as much more serious and black-and-white than it likely is.  but I’m gonna use it here because I think these associations of the term is part of why people use it and part of the dynamic I’m criticising.  plus almost without exception it’s people who actually use the phrase “call-out” whose behaviour I have an issue with.  they’re often people who seem to have read guides to calling out an abuser and over-applied that dynamic to relatively minor infractions. 

basically the issue I have with the callout is that personal reactions to it are coded as irrelevant defense mechanisms.  when the personal is totally and only political, it ceases to exist as a category worth paying attention to.  so the only valid response to a call-out that you think is unfair or cruel is to deploy a counter-callout.  it becomes a kind of theoretical arms race, and the winner is the person who can spot the most structural influence on an individual shitty interaction.

see: all the posts talking about how call-out culture can trigger anxiety, or rely on racist or classist norms of language use, or in some other way reinforce oppression.   all these things are true!  but sometimes I think the salient issue is just that people are being total fucking assholes

yeah, everything is political on some level, but that’s not always the only or even the most important thing going on in an individual interaction.  (see also: people mistaking their individual feelings of alienation for political marginalisation.)  and while being an asshole affects marginalised people in particular ways, and has a political element like everything does, sometimes the best and most useful way to conceptualise someone’s behaviour is just “god, what an asshole”. 

in particular, while it’s nobody’s especial duty to hold people’s hand, I think it’s unreasonable to expect to maintain a personal relationship with someone you are constantly harshly critiquing.  that’s an unequal dynamic and it can verge on psychological abuse. 

like, do people know the history of the radical political critique?  we know that we’re not the first people ever to think of anything, right?  it’s not always good and healthy.  forcing people to submit to political criticism they were not permitted to answer back to was a key tactic of totalitarian Leftist re-education schemes in the twentieth century; it was also a key factor in the brainwashing of radicals into cult-like terrorist collectives.  so telling people that they cannot ever argue with a critique — that they just have to suck it up and apologise — is kind of terrifying to me.   those who do not remember their history are doomed to repeat it, and all that. 

when I criticise people’s politics, particularly people I expect to have personal contact with in non-activist settings, it’s really important to me that I do it in a way that respects them and doesn’t degenerate into personal abuse.  yeah, it’s easy to say that they shouldn’t take it personally, but if you KNOW that a particular way of framing a critique is going to reduce someone to a puddle of cringing self-consciousness, why the hell would you go ahead and do it that way?  that’s not ethical and it’s not effective. 

and don’t tell me you just can’t control your rage, that’s bullshit, you’re not talking like that to your shitty sexist boss, are you?  I get pissed off as much as the next person.  but I do the mature thing and vent to my friends or, like, my tumblr (that’s what it’s for!).  when I’m trying to figure out how to tackle an issue I have with an individual, I wanna focus on what’s effective, not on what I think will make me feel better. 

and, yeah, on what’s KIND.  kindness by definition is not given to people because they deserve it.  I want to stop focusing on who deserves what.  it’s so gross.  we all deserve nothing and everything.  

and it’s true that sometimes people are acting in bad faith and you just need to blast them and make it clear that what they’re saying is completely unacceptable.  but sometimes people are open to learning.  while a lack of evil intent certainly doesn’t make oppressive speech or action harmless, it does and should change the way I want to speak to the person responsible. 

basically this whole issue reminds me of an interaction I observed many years ago.  a younger female friend of mine was being introduced to an older, much larger, male friend.  she reached out with her left hand to shake hands. 

he said “that’s SO rude, don’t you know it’s the RIGHT hand” and, looming over her, grabbed her right hand and shook it, squeezing the knuckles painfully. 

using the “rules” of etiquette to establish dominance

using your superior knowledge of something that is supposed to make human interactions better to make them worse

just

stop it

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"To me, femme must include ending ableism, white supremacy, heterosexism, the gender binary, economic exploitation, sexual violence, population control, male supremacy, war and militarization, and ownership of children and land."

— Mia Mingus (via str-crssd)

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“Lives will be lost because of the Gillard Government’s decision to ignore deaf Australians and not provide them with easy access to the ‘000’ service through an emergency SMS service,” said Deaf Australia President Ann Darwin today.

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WANTED: SPACE FOR UNFUCK(ME)ABILITY

rhin-a-rhin-a-rosy:

**These are not my words but I was asked to re-post them here. I fully support what is said with all my heart, though all credit goes to Rei Alphonso for laying it out so brilliantly**

This is something I have been wanting to write for a really long time. There has been anger, sadness, disappointment and frustration in spades and so I waited until now - I wanted to write this from a headspace where I felt centered and (relatively at least) calm and compassionate. I waited to see if, once I stopped being so pissed off, I still felt the same way. I waited until I was sure I could take myself seriously, act surely and not have a coronary if my words came out wrong or were ignored. This is not a rant. This is the result of months of percolating emotions and ideas, of conversations with family, friends, acquaintances, strangers and myself. I write from my own perspective and experience, largely within and relating to the melbourne queer social networks I have lived and worked within for the last three and a half years.


I need to say - it feels to me that there is barely any space for vulnerability in our community. I feel this way because in my experience, the way that we relate to each other - especially en masse at public events - is dominated by creating, identifying, validating, documenting and discussing our value both as individuals and groups based on how successful we are at being….


HOT. FIERCE. BEAST. MINCER.  BABE

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julian assange: “there is unity in the oppression; there must be unity in the reponse”

ourcatastrophe:

oh please

you know what a really effective way is to divide the left?

rape women

like, that is a fairly divisive thing to do, no? 

if assange actually gave a shit about having a unified left he would accept the consequences of his actions and pass on the Wikileaks torch to a less grotesque human rather than transforming his political group into Rape Apologism, The Legal Fund

see also: Why Misogynists Make Great Informants: How Gender Violence on the Left Enables State Violence in Radical Movements at INCITE! blog

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fuckyeahdinoart:

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[Image: 26  amazing hand-drawn dinosaur species in the shapes of the letters of the modern English alphabet. The drawings are labelled as followed: A - Stegosaurus stenops, B - Pterodactylus kochi, C - Diplodocus carnegii, D - Baryonyx walkeri, E - Elasmosaurus platyurus, F - Megalosaurus bucklandii, G - Coelophysis bauri, H - Achelousaurus horneri, I - Brachiosaurus altithorax, J - Plateosaurus cullingworhi, K - Sinornithosaurus millenii, L - Mamenchisaurus sinocanadorum, M - Quetzacoatius northropi, N - Parasaurolophus walkeri, O - Embrion de sauropodo, P - Dilophosaurus wertherelli, Q - Rhamphorhynchus longicaudus, R - Apatosaurus louisae, S - Tylosaurus proriger, T - Tyrannosaurus rex, U - Piersiosaurus dilochodeirus, V - Gallimimus bullatus, W - Pteranodon sternbergi, X - Deinonychus antirrhopus, Y - Archaeopteryx lithographica, Z - Compsognathus corallestris.]

Attention: Wren.

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AMAZE!!

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theheavyset:

The chest hair chooses you. 

[Image description: An illustrated front cover of a book or maybe a magazine. There is a buff tanned white man wearing string bikini bottoms. He is lying back on an angled bench pressing bench and is holding large dumbells in each hand. As he pumps this iron he is looking worriedly down at his chest which is coated with a thin layer of chest hair. Behind him other buff tanned white guys also working out. The title of the novel is stamped across the top in a stencil font which reads: FOR EVERY HOMOSEXUAL THERE COMES A TIME WHEN HE MUST FACE ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT QUESTIONS OF HIS LIFE: AM I READY FOR CHEST HAIR? The author’s name, Bradford Shellhammer is printed smaller underneath. Down the bottom of the image is some small writing which reads: Am I no longer a twink? Will I get a husky belly and be forced to top? End image description.]

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that’s a good idea Superman

[Image description: Two panels from a vintage Superman comic. The first panel shows Superman (a white skinned humanoid alien from the planet Krypton with blue-black hair and imposing eyebrows).He is wearing his usual uniform of blue red and yellow and is pictured from the manly pecks upward. He has about ten cigars in his mouth and is using his laser vision to ignite them. There is a thought bubble above his head which reads : “FIRST I’LL IGNITE THESE CIGARS “GENERAL GRANT” GAVE ME!” The next panel is separated from the first by a cloud of smoke and shows Superman puffing clouds of smoke from his cigar filled mouth. The thought bubble in this panel reads: “NOW TO PUFF ON THEM SIMULTANEOUSLY SO THAT I EXHALE A PERFECT SMOKE-SCREEN TO HIDE MY ACTIONS!”. End image description]

This is the reason that I smoke. That is all.

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This is a really awesome video. 

Transcript (thanks a million grrrltalks!):

“It’s taken me awhile to love my body the way it is, the size it is.
If you look at the typical advertisements, or women that American
women are supposed to look to for their images and ideals of beauty…
you don’t see people my size there.  The average American woman wears
a size 12 or 14, but you don’t see the women modeling the clothing
wearing those sizes.

Look at the idols, look at the advertisements… no one there is wearing
the sizes that I do.  I have never been those proportions, and while I
might have in the past, I now don’t hope to be.  I like how I look, I
like how I feel, and I know how to defend myself and people my size to
those who call us ugly and use the word fat with a negative
connotation.

Honestly, it’s only recently that this came to be.  A few years ago, I
found the photographic work of Substantia Jones.  Her mission
statement for The Adipositivity Project reads:
“The Adipositivity Project aims to promote size acceptance, not by
listing the merits of big people, or detailing examples of excellence
(these things are easily seen all around us), but rather, through a
visual display of fat physicality. The sort that’s normally unseen.
The hope is to widen definitions of physical beauty. Literally. 

The
photographs here are close details of the fat female form, without the
inclusion of faces. One reason for this is to coax observers into
imagining they’re looking at the fat women in their own lives, ideally
then accepting them as having aesthetic appeal which, for better or
worse, often translates into more complete forms of acceptance.

I had never seen images of fat women like this.  I had never seen them
photographed with so much love.   I started thinking about viewing
myself and other women in another light.  Though I have always been a
feminist, I had never heard of terms like body positive, fat positive,
or even fat acceptance, and I have been a fat girl all my life.  I can
say that now, that I’m fat, because of the work that I’ve done
understanding the politics of being fat in this country, and
understanding that this is a descriptor I definitely can reclaim.

When I say in conversation that I’m fat, all too often I either get
the response “oh, no, you’re not fat, you’re just curvy” or “but
you’re so beautiful.”  Yes, I am fat, yes, I am curvy, and yes, I am
beautiful.  I am all of those things.  Saying things like, no you’re
not fat, when someone self identifies that way reinforces the thought
that fat is a negative thing.  It’s reinforcing that fat is unwanted,
unsexy, un-beautiful.  Look at these images.  These women call
themselves fat.  They’re all beautiful, and they’re not beautiful in
spite of the fact that they are fat.  They are beautiful and they are
fat.  I see myself now in a positive light because of Substantia
Jones’s work and because of the body positive work many feminists and
fat studies scholars are doing.”

By dotdootdot.

Also, here’s a link to the Adipositivity site [link], it’s really amazing.