“If you want to be able to call yourself a progressive and mean it you have to accept it’s hard. You are setting yourself up against the society you belong to. To an extent you’re biting the hand that feeds you. But it is still feeding you.”—
The following is a post by Gawker user Marzelline, in response to The Advocate's recent editorial, “In Defense of the Gay White Male” (via Jezebel)
I think the moral is; if you want to be able to call yourself a progressive and mean it you have to accept it’s hard. You are setting yourself up against the society you belong to. To an extent you’re biting the hand that feeds you. But it is still feeding you.
When people call you for the privilleged position which members of your class/race/gender/gender idendity inhabit in a given, they’re not talking about you personally; they’re talking about society generally.
For example, to have white privillege in a racist society does not make you a ‘bad person’; it makes it a bad a system.
You benifit from this system- directly and indirectly in that certain things are less likely to happen to you. You can (you should! perhaps you do!) make a concious effort to offset some of this or reject the bits it’s in your personal power to reject. But you can’t opt out of it, any more than a black person could just opt out of racism.
It’s not about a personal good behaviour. We see it in such a weird Calvenist way. It’s not about your personal conversion; your own good deeds. We don’t change the the world simply by changing our hearts. It’s not about our good intentions. It’s about lasting, far-reaching, deep societal change.
And sometimes it’s feels like people are being spiteful when they reject your good intentions. But consider how little good intentions have done them so far.
I white and from a middle-class background. And panicking about my future I’m going to cling like a liferaft to the advantages I have a result of my background. Yes, I’m a woman and I’m gender non-comforming I guess (I mean, I’m kind of bookish and intense with my short hair and glasses and my dad’s old clothes- but that’s hardly renegade). I’m gay.
But it’s like the curdling I get in my stomach when people tell me they’re tolerant of me (people like me)(what the fuck does that mean?).
I tolerate the mice that appear periodically in my flat- it helps that they don’t give me a choice; but it doesn’t make it their flat.
But if I said this, people would feel upset- because they meant to do right by me.
It’s just they think I tacitly accept that they rightfully have the power over me to be able to make that decision to tolerate me or not.
A GREAT EXCUSE TO NAP! When your boss catches you knocked out on your desk after a whole weekend of partying, now you can say you’re not asleep, but retaining information!
Why? Research indicates that when memory is first recorded in the brain—in the hippocampus, to be specific—it’s still “fragile” and easily forgotten, especially if the brain is asked to memorize more things. Napping, it seems, pushes memories to the neocortex, the brain’s “more permanent storage,” preventing them from being “overwritten.”
I am planning my summer of 2011. I intend to spend most of May, June, and July months traveling and volunteering in Costa Rica, Nicaragua, and Mexico (where I will also do a Yoga Teacher Training Course), before seeing my family and friends in California and Oregon, then moving to Chicago.
A new study indicates that difficult-to-read fonts can help people learn and retain information, possibly because they require more attention and work to process and understand. And, boy, Comic Sans is difficult to read, partly because you are thinking the whole time, “Why is this in Comic Sans?”
In one experiment, participants were given lists of alien species and their characteristics (nerds!), either in the more-difficult-to-read Comic Sans and Bodoni, or in the easier (and, come to think of it, also hated) Arial. When the participants were later quizzed, those who had the Comic Sans and Bodoni lists scored 14 percentage points higher than those who had Arial lists.
Before I joined the Navy, I was seriously interested in graphic design. I wanted to go to art school to study it, but my parents couldn’t afford to send me. It wasn’t until I joined the service that i bought my first camera. So, a part of me is still deeply invested in good design. Sometimes, I even keep stupid things like paperbags, or buy cd’s from artists I don’t even care too much for, just because I like the design and packaging. Does that make me a lover of design, or a consumer whore? Hmm.
In other news, I’m working on a flyer for a cooking class I’m doing next week (Indian food). I’m on a Windows computer at work, and cannot find a good font, fitting to the event, to use for the life of me. And no, I refuse to use Papyrus!