WHILE I’M ON A ROLL TONIGHT, I’m announcing a rage-fueled contest business relevant to the last few posts in honor of… my rage!
If you’ve ever felt personally victimized by the fashion industry for being fat, please raise your hand!! Okay good, that’s everyone. If you raised your hand, as you all did, you should throw together a Polyvore set of an outfit that you would wear the hell out of but doesn’t come in your size. Clothing can come from anywhere but should be something you could afford to purchase in real life! Then, write a short paragraph about the thing you hate most about clothing for fat people in relation to the fashion industry (ie. walking into stores knowing clothes won’t fit you, shoddy quality, unattractive clothing norms), and e-mail both of those things to me along with a sassy picture of you! (My e-mail is firstname.lastname@example.org!)
Get it to me by Sunday, January 8th at midnight (EST). The person who wrote the paragraph I think is the raddest gets a drawing of them in their dream outfit, and the entire mess of paragraphs gets mass-emailed to fashion blogs, clothing stores, and posted on a Tumblr somewhere.
Sound cool? Signal boost it! The more paragraphs, the more people…. get to commiserate about our collective irritation?? Join the party!!
Signal boosting the shit out of this.
Is there anyone in the world (in a country I could get a visa/not need a visa) that is looking for a room mate? I’m a good chef! I come with a PS3 and games, a plasma TV, a snake, a kitty, and a lot of books! I’m currently on UK disability benefits but I could definitely get a bar job or a shop job if it wasn’t in this town. I will move basically anywhere. England, mainland Europe, wherever. As long as it wouldn’t be too hard to get a visa.
My boyfriend left me and I can’t really bring myself to ask him back just so I have a house. I can stay at my mum’s but while she is relatively lovely, she does go through these frequent phases of being a really nasty person re: trans/fat/queer stuff and makes me sink into mega depression and whatnot.
So, yes, if you need a quirky queer roommate who’ll make you food and share zir weird books/DVDs with you, then let me know. Or reblog/contact folks you know who need a roomie if not. Thanks folks :)
I wouldn’t normally link to an article by the Australian, because you know, they are News ltd, but this is well written and important.
The article describes racially targeted mass murder, and there is a picture of mourners.
Situations like this are why people flee their homeland. Situations like this where their friends and family are being slaughtered. And the fact that my government dares, dares to imprison aslyum seekers in detention centres disgusts me.
How dare they. How dare anyone look at this and not feel compassion and a urge to offer help, in any way they can. Australia is a rich country, a huge country, swimming in privilege. We can house those who come to use. And instead we torture, imprison and deny them, people who need sancturary most of all.
I am ashamed.
I’ve been going through this website for a while now. The basic idea is to give up some trivial, bullshit thing (usually junk food) “until abortion ends,” as if your sacrifice of Taco Bell is so meaningful it will touch the heart of a scared college student or single mother of three who can’t even afford to be pregnant again.
Seriously, what the fuck is this bullshit? Who are these self-serving, self-important slacktivists who think their “addiction” to coffee means a fucking thing to anyone but themselves?
Well. We can get angry at the obvious privilege and narcissism of these people with webcams. We can rage at their ignorance, at the idea that they think they are “doing their part” by making minute-long Youtube videos about Pepsi, or…
…we can laugh. Because seriously, guys:
“We love taco bell, but its loss will remind us of the severity of abortion. We believe that some day we will take our children to taco bell in celebration of the illegalization of child-killing in America[…] Goodbye, for now, Taco Bell. But we will meet again.”
“Happily depriving myself of COFFEE until babies are no longer deprived of LIFE!”
“I’ve always, always loved Butterfinger candy bars. In fact, to this day, my parents still send me Butterfinger candy bars for my birthday. But until abortion doctors get their grubby hands off of our unborn children, I won’t lay another finger on a Butterfinger.”
“I’m Leah, the national co-director of Teen Defenders, and I’m addicted to ice-cream, but I’ve decided to give it up until abortion ends.”
“If there’s one thing I can eat without stopping, its sliced bread (not by itself). I could probably eat a whole bag by myself (maybe). With God’s help i commit to abstain from slice bread until abortion ends.”
“I have been chewing, dipping, smoking, puffing on tobacco products since I was young. Although no addiction has formed, I know what sacrifice and prayer can do to bring about good. I will sacrifice my tobacco habit and pray daily for the end of abortion.”
They’re giving up chocolate, Cheerios, Oreos, hot chocolate, beef and pork, M&Ms, alcohol, video games, sour Skittles, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, goldfish, and a lot of Coke. Their selflessness should be an inspiration to all.
I’m not honestly sure what the point of the campaign is. Are they intending to influence others here on earth with their enormous sacrifices of junk food, or is the sacrifice bit supposed to appeal to God? Because, really, I can’t imagine that a god who has not yet “stopped abortion” would be so moved by your decision to refrain from eating french fries. But hey, I’m not religious, so maybe I’m just missing something here.
Brb, laughing myself sick at the ridiculousness.