The thing that bothers me about a lot of the reporting that’s been done around the hateful, racist Arizona legislation essentially allowing racial profiling of “illegals” is that no one in the mainstream media is actually coming out and calling it as such. “Controversial law signed by Governor Jan Brewer” is about the worst even supposedly leftist outlets like The Huffington Post can offer. Why can’t we just say what it is: hateful, racist, morally unconscionable, draconian, probably illegal?
Smarter people than me have already written volumes about this bill, and it should be a no-brainer as to why this is a sad day for Arizona and the rest of the country and Latin America. This law sends a message to Latino/as everywhere that they are not welcome here, even if they are citizens, even though they were here first, even though Gov. Jan Brewer and all the Tea Partiers and the rest of the old white men who run this country are themselves direct descendants of “illegal” immigrants. The panic about immigration and the drug cartels in northern Mexico is a gigantic farce and it is irresponsible to claim that our national security is threatened by brown-skinned men who traffic marijuana and cocaine and guns across the border to be sold to white-skinned people in the suburbs. Pretty disgusting.
La Prensa Libre has more, and at least The New Republic will call Tea Partiers crazy and mean.
May Day is a day of action to stand in solidarity with those who have immigrated to the United States and to call for an overhaul of the system, from the ideological ground up.
This post epitomizes so many things I have felt about being a female lover and consumer of music, specifically, music of the indie rock persuasion (”So I’m supposed to buy her a book and some tea and sit around listening to chicks who can’t play their instruments?”, etc.).
Yay for hospital visitation rights!
I was welcomed home from Guatemala with cake. Vegan chocolate cake with a fudge and peanut butter ganache, from my vegan friend Kelly, who is also some kind of baked-goods alchemist. I stole this website from her computer when she wasn’t looking and now every day I am visited by a cake oracle in the form of this blog, and reminded that I really have no business being thin.
According to all the best advice from Cosmopolitan magazine, there are 12 things EVERY GUY wants on a date that you may never have guessed. Written by a guest editor from Maxim, among warning women to forgo babydoll dresses (”because they make you look fat”) and boyfriend jeans (”because they’re not flattering”), the article included this gem of advice: “Don’t talk about yourself too much, because most guys aren’t that interested.”
I don’t think most women are stupid enough to actually take advice from Cosmopolitan (this is, after all, the magazine that regularly features “holy shit, I never knew that!” tips on how to please your man…such as…moving around during sex), but what always strikes me about these articles is that the suggestions for women always have to do with twisting yourself into all kinds of shapes to impress/please/fuck a man who apparently doesn’t need to do anything to impress/please/fuck you. Meanwhile, magazines targeted toward men offer no such tips on how to make conversation with women, as apparently it is assumed that you don’t need to make conversation with women because why would you care about what they have to say?