it's me and you rosie cracklin' like crossed wires

1. bruce springsteen is a rock god
2. i judge all shows by h:lots standards
2a. 'homicide: life on the street' is a 1990s cop show. why haven't you seen it yet?
2b. HLOTS BUNNIES
3. hisako ichiki is my favourite
4. sandra oh for jessica jones
5. joan watson is greater than all your other watsons combined
6. idris elba for all your favourite sacred white characters
7. lea salonga should record a les mis album by herself. i would buy it.
8. olivia pope deserves better than fitz
9. there will be irregular picspams of shows i like
10. if none of that has scared you off, i am an asian canadian woman who likes looking at media critically. white dudes are generally my least favourite character type. i mean, they have to be twice as good as everyone else to be considered half as worthwhile. (except scott summers. and if that doesn't get me unfollowed, i don't know what will.)
10a. i like elementary, but i don't think it's all that progressive. better than other shows? sure, but still too white gazey. i think this means other shows should do better, not that elementary should get tonnes of praise for...treating joan like a human being. joan, for me, is micro-resistance. elementary could still do better.
11. john cho \o/
If you’re a student in one of the black schools here and you get into a fight you’ll probably get arrested and charged with assault. We have kids here who are barred from voting before they’re even old enough to register.

A black (male) protestor/resident of Ferguson, as quoted in Newsweek. 

Here is where the “talking-head”/op-ed bent of our media and culture has failed us. While they all want to bemoan the “12% voter turnout at the last election,” no one has the sense to ask about the structural forces that contribute to that low figure. Instead they (and I’m including Al Sharpton in this category) yell at black voters to do their part, or, when they’re being nice about it, try to get protestors to register to vote. But listen to those protestors who cannot vote. They’re telling us they never stood a chance.

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See also: It’s a privilege to throw out “Just go vote! Get your voice heard!” because everybody doesn’t get that.

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harrysde:

From Elon James White Tuesday night.

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desertoasisviv:

Din Tai Fung
Kaohsiung, Taiwan

Xiao Long Bao (XLB)

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yiduiqie:

Those are the Hansens – Chuck and Herc. Australian Aboriginal pilots, a father and son team. They’ve got Striker Eureka, the fastest jaeger in the world, first and last of the Mark V’s.

with Rowan McNamara as Chuck & Aaron Pedersen as Herc

yes i accept your fancasting with love for everything because the hansens should have been indigenous australians and aaron pedersen should 100% have been one of them. 

bankuei:

No tea? = PIRATES!!!!

My people.

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Melinda May | Favorite Moments { “Five hundred miles and I don’t even get a ‘Thank you.” }

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smoothiefreak:

I don’t know how to tell my White friends how I’m feeling this week…

I don’t know how to explain how having cops around has never made me feel safer, but rather, more likely to die that day.

That I worry that I will be shot for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

That the last statement is not hyperbole. 

That the NYPD might come to the wrong apartment and due to the lack of repercussions, have no problem gunning me down followed by the media tarnishing my name. 

I don’t know how to explain that the reason I don’t fear death is because of things like this—because it can happen to any of us at any time.

I don’t know how to tell my good friends that championing for less-strict gun legislation inevitably means more racial injustice.

I don’t know how to tell my White friends that this is the reality of romanticizing the 40s/50s/60s.

I don’t know how to tell my White friends that I cried this week thinking of my 4 year old nephew and how his mother’s Stanford pedigree will not protect him from the countless people who want to hurt him simply because of the color of his skin.

I don’t know how to explain the overwhelming sense of pride I had being asked to host this week’s episode of Mental Floss on YouTube as substitute for the John Green and subsequently being torn to shreds by racists in the comments section because my “nose is HUUUUUUGE” and having people “turn off the video when I saw it was a Black woman.”

I don’t know what it will take for people to stop acting as if racism ended after slavery/in the 60s/with Obama’s election/when they got a Black friend, etc., etc.,

I don’t know how to make people understand the weight of growing up in a society that thinks you inherently are suspicious.

That being brown means I’m a target and that that’s just okay with everyone.

I don’t know how my White friends will ever empathize with the level of exhaustion I feel from simply trying to help them understand.

I am exhausted.

I don’t know how to explain how alleged shoplifting only results in death for Black bodies.

And how the false equivalence is so easy for some people to make.

I don’t know how to make the people who romanticize dystopian fiction realize that they have no right to turn a blind eye when it is a reality for so many people.

I don’t know how to be my usual funny, upbeat self when I am just. so. tired.

I don’t know how to not cross the line of being socially aware and being an “angry Black woman” when at the end of the day, I am actually very angry.

I don’t know how to explain to deaf ears that racism still exists in glaring ways that affect me every minute of every day.

I’m really sorry I’ve been absent this week. I don’t know…

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pol102:

Via kohenari:

Here’s the central point of an op-ed in the Washington Post:

Even though it might sound harsh and impolitic, here is the bottom line: if you don’t want to get shot, tased, pepper-sprayed, struck with a baton or thrown to the ground, just do what I tell you. Don’t argue with me, don’t call me names, don’t tell me that I can’t stop you, don’t say I’m a racist pig, don’t threaten that you’ll sue me and take away my badge. Don’t scream at me that you pay my salary, and don’t even think of aggressively walking towards me. Most field stops are complete in minutes. How difficult is it to cooperate for that long?

Got that? If you don’t want anything bad to happen to you, just do anything and everything the police tell you to do, immediately, and don’t ask any questions. Otherwise, you’re inviting the police to shoot you, tase you, pepper-spray you, beat you, and/or throw you to the ground.

2014 America, ladies and gentlemen. Land of the free, home of the brave.

Sigh.

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I’m not endorsing calling a policeman a racist pig, but if someone is angry and does, is it really appropriate cause to pull out your gun and shoot them? Officer Dutta seems to think it is. That’s what’s objectionable: that the police have acquired an attitude that justifies excessive force in response to physically weak actions — that calling them a rude name warrants whipping out every tool in their arsenal to kill, maim, or subdue miscreants. When someone is killed for jaywalking (or possibly shoplifting) by a policeman, I think it’s clear that a line has been crossed — that the attitude that the police have complete authority and discretion to use their weapons without being limited by reasonable concerns has led to police who treat crime in a community as an opportunity for a military-style assault.

socialjusticekoolaid:

Love “Da Man Wit the Chips” but Jameila White is the new “Protest MVP.” #staywoke #trill 

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