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Hey guys-- I'm closing up this journal and the matching one on LJ. I've made a post about it on LJ, where the journal originated.

Just don't have much fannish posts to make anymore.

I'll be around, making comments via [personal profile] perseph.
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AN OPEN LETTER TO GATORGRRRL

[In all the years that I've been on LJ and now on DW, I've never posted about things going on in other journals. I've never even left comments to original posts. But since comments are frozen on the original post, and I feel I cannot let this one pass without comment, I'm making a post here. So here goes.]

I'm a Nigerian woman, I read the first half of your novella, here's what I have to say.

Your story pretty much nails all the major the tenets of classic racist ideals.

Bearing in mind that this is not an academic paper on the subject, your story nevertheless serves as a perfect tool for demonstrating what people claim to not understand when someone gets accused of "being racist."

Whether you intended the story as racist or not is, I'm afraid, your bad; I'm still going to use it. So if you or any one you know is baffled and wondering what's the big deal, point them in this direction.

This is in reference, of course, to your fic -- a novella, actually -- entitled Caught Between the Earth and Sky, written by you, [livejournal.com profile] gatorgrrrl, for the Supernatural Big Bang. It's a Jensen Ackles/Jared Padelecki AU slash story set in the aftermath of the Haitian earthquake. Jensen plays a doctor and Jared a photojournalist.

And yes, I am aware that you wrote an "apology" for choosing that backdrop, but we'll get to that later.

racism. what is it?
Racefail, racism, racial stereotypes. We've heard the words so much that they're now, in the words of Louis MacNiece, almost a cypher, like a Latin word that many languages have made their own, till it is worn and blunt and easy to construe, and often spoken but no longer heard.

Today, however, you're going to hear it, and perhaps understand it.

So what is racism? According to my dictionary (paraphrasing), it's the belief that members of each race possess characteristics or abilities specific to that race, esp. so as to distinguish it as inferior or superior to another race.

From your fic: Her wide eyes fixed on Jensen once again, scanning his face as if searching for a reason not to trust him. As if his white skin and American accent weren’t reasons enough.

Okay. So let's get right to it.

Click ) 

Edit: "Getting it" in Writing Non-white Characters. A couple of commenters brought up this point and I thought this would be a good time to address it as well.

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I can't even say, not even in impolite company, what this ad makes me want to do. I think I need to go feed the Kraken.

NSFW


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Sway
by Michael Bublé


When marimba rhythms start to play


Dance with me, make me sway

click )


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I know I'm a little late to the party, but:

People are shocked and hurt by John Mayer’s March 2010 Playboy interview. Really?

We’re shocked that a person who’s been told all his life by his society that he’s the right race, gender and sexual orientation - and rich and successful to boot - would be racist, sexist, closed- and small-minded.
 
Really?
 
I thought it would have been more startling an interview had it revealed that Mayer had somehow managed to transcend his own societal pre-destination. Like those “black dudes” he was referring to.
 
..intellectualism and verbal dexterity having very little to do with intelligence... I thought this was well established.
 
The man is 32. Which in male-years is about 19 (sorry, guys). So let him have his “cool guy” moments in the sun.
 
The only thing that will be truly sad is if he lives long enough to see that age where you’ve actually matured. Because then you get to experience the joy of spending the rest of the your life being embarrassed by the awkward things you said when you were younger, and thought you knew it all.

But to be mad at him? Seriously?

ZESTRA!

Feb. 7th, 2010 05:56 pm
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We were just minding our business, [personal profile] mrsbean and I, watching television at some ungodly hour and thinking we could not laugh any harder over some truly cracked commercials, when a commercial for Zestra came on.

"Zestra helps you feel the way you used to feel when sexual arousal just happened, naturally, without doing anything, without thinking about it, without trying not to think about anything else."

It "assists" women in two ways: one by increasing blood flow to the genitals; and two by increasing sensation to the genitals.

Don’t ask.

Yet.

According to a director of sex health at the Philadelphia Graduate Hospital, they conducted clinical trials about 3 years ago. Only 20 women were monitored at that time, but with very, very promising results: For women with "known arousal disorder" it was 85% effective, and in their control group (women reporting no "arousal" issues) it was 95% effective.

So this Summer and Fall they’re going wide with 17 sites across the U.S. -- 200 women, all with "sexual dysfunction."

On a news report, the anchor points out that critics say just the act of applying the fluid would be enough to get anyone in the mood, to which the doctor being interviewed replies, "Zestra is a step in the right direction." Which I believe is a...fallacy in argument?

So what is ZESTRA??


Read on! )

oh my god

Feb. 2nd, 2010 01:34 am
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Please lend me your ear. Or I might cry with joy all by myself.

Even if you didn't intend on it, I advise that your take the time out and see the movie Valentine's Day, which I saw Saturday at a screening. Its opening dates are here on IMDb.

This movie encapsulates everything I detest about romantic comedies or movies that turn white middle class Americans with certain physical attributes that appeal to Hollywood into a bland, interchangeable group.

There are many more things to deplore about the movie,

BUT YOU MUST SEE THIS MOVIE.

There is only one small (but epic) reason. Actually, two. Taylor Launter and Taylor Swift, two people over whom I would lose my shirt on a game show if their names came up as a category, stole the show. It was RIDICULOUS how funny these two were.

I'm not sure they were acting, perhaps that was just them, but they play vapid, ditzy high school teens in love to perfection, and truly, I had to wonder whether their managers were watching. Because were I responsible for their careers, I would find a series of well-written goofy comedies--a la Goldie Hawn's early career--for them to shine in.

But I digress. What I'm trying to say is: If you love slash, and you don't mind love [especially where there's squishy involved! *weeps*], SEE this movie.

And already I've said too much.

I will probably write up a review after the movie comes out, because its failures fascinated me, but for me, THERE WILL BE FIC.

Ack. My poor, silly heart.

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If you have ever wondered what the big deal was about Martin Luther King, today is your day to find out.

For me, it was that he used reason, documentary evidence (the US Constitution, the Declaration of Independence), logical arguments, and absolute discipline (refusing to give into to violence when tempted from all angles by the actions of the populace and the establishment), at the end of the day through sheer sticking to his argument, like water drip dripping on rock he held America to its own promise. And so changed the world.

His arguments were impenetrable, like force fields, allowing marginalized and oppressed peoples to press forward the world over, then and now. There is a reason we have to yearly celebrate the day of his birth, and that is that we as human being can't afford to forget. As our world becomes more diversified with each passing century, or even half century, we cannot put to bed these ideas of civil rights, of equal protection, and of societal nondiscrimination.

These needs come in overlapping cycles; change the group, change the era, change the wrong that needs to be right, you still have the same story. The remembrance of Dr. King's birthday is the reminder that even our words, especially our words, no matter how little, add to the flow until it becomes a mighty river.

Take, and apply, and keep passing on the message.

ALL HERE AND NOW

We don't need to utter but three words to tell this nation what we are talking about.

They aren't big words, you don't need to have a great vocabulary to utter them. You don't need to have a philosophical bent to grasp them. They are three little words.

But we want to let the world know that these words describe what we mean and what we are determined to do about racial injustice.

One is the word "all." We don't want some of our rights, we don't want a few token handouts here and there. We want ALL of our rights.

The other word is "here." There are some people who say that we need to go back to Africa. And then there are some others who tell negroes in the South to leave the South. You can't be free so get out.

But down in Alabama and Mississippi, and Georgia and South Carolina, we are saying something else now. We want all of our rights, and we want all of our rights HERE, in Alabama and Mississippi and South Carolina.

And then there's a third word, it is the word "now." We're not wiling to wait a hundred years for our rights. We are not willing to wait 50 years for what is ours on the basis of the Constitution of these United States and the authority of God himself. No we are not willing to wait another 25 years for our rights.

We can hear voices telling us to slow up. We can hear voices telling us to cool off. Our only answer in calm, patient terms is that we have cooled off too long and if we keep cooling off we'll end up in a deep freeze.

We must go on and say-- No, what we are saying to this nation is that we want all of our rights, we want them there HERE and we want all of them not next year, not next week, but we want them NOW. At THIS hour. This is what we're saying.

- Martin Luther King, Jr.


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Everything negative everybody says about Avatar is true.

But I still fucking loved it.

Read on )

Edited Jan. 17
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General Disclaimers: 1) It needs to be said that this does not apply to all fandoms, nor across the board to the ones it does apply. 2) This is how I experienced fandom on LiveJournal, where as far as I can tell, fandom has made its home.

PREMISE OF ARGUMENT

Once upon a time, there was a movement called “Bohemian.” This movement was made up of artists, musicians, and writers. It was during the nineteenth century, and their reason for being was to create works that were against the grain of mainstream culture, satirize established conventions of the time, and in effect flaunt the idea of things held sacred. They had a mode of dress, a style of conduct and lived “bohemian” lifestyles. Their supreme aim was nothing less than entertainment.

Fast forward to the twentieth century. Specifically, the second half. Change the mediums (but not much), and the origination of material, and give it a different name, and you have something called Fandom.

Fandom was a subcultural mental space created initially by artists and writers, and then vidders, for the reason of creating works that were against the grain of mainstream culture, to satirize, criticize, and flaunt conventions and things held sacred. We’ll get to the why at the end, though of course we all know why.

It was a place without windows or doors to the outside world, as the creations, like certain seeds needed a dark, warm space to grow. The nature of fandom, its ultimate goal was nothing more and nothing less than entertainment.

Fast forward a little bit more, and a funny thing happened.

“Fangirls” arrived in fandom.

Read on )
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From these two disparate sources, I learned that there is no fate but what we make.

No one is destined, like Obi Wan or Morpheus would have us believe, to walk down a certain path, to have all the atoms in the universe line up to make sure a certain timeline unfolds, simply because it is so obviously for the good of the universe.

Step into the project accelerator with me for a moment, fellow geeks, while I theorize that one can alternate-dimension travel within one’s own lifetime, and still find the leap home.

Read on )
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The Nigerian Information Minister has made a statement about District 9. She’s called for Sony to apologize and that the Nigerian federal government is going to ban the movie.
 
I just got back from home a couple weeks ago. District 9 opened the Friday before I left.
 
 
Read on )
 
When the narrator started about the Nigerian gang, first there were howls of surprise. Then as the scenes played out there were cries of “Na lie!”, which is the equivalent of “I call foul!” Then it was mostly, “It’s South Africans who eat aliens!”, then “They’re jealous because it’s Nigerian men all their women want!”.
 
Then came the name of the gang leader, the name of our former president, which brought the house down with laughter and people throwing popcorn at the screen, elicited more howling, and cries of “Chay!” which is, “Oh, fuck!” meaning, “ouch.” Then, “See yabbing!” (yabbing meaning “to insult in a witty manner”), concluding with one lone voice chuckling, “I no blame you,” to the director, which means, “Touche.”
 
My aim is to relate this hilarious experience almost word for word. This is because, especially after what our federal government has done in banning the movie, I wanted the voice of ordinary, everyday Nigerians to be heard.
 
The corruption, economic, social, political and macro-psychological problems in Nigeria are too profound to be explained in a nutshell. Or even in a PhD program. But those problems, according to how our government wants to play it, are the disease and not the symptoms. 
 
So when the universities are constantly on strike and students aren’t taught anything, and the salaries of civil servants are paid 10 cents on the dollar while 90 cents are collected by appointed government officials, while roads are nonexistent and cause massive, needless body counts year in year out, when citizens have to dig their own bore holes just to get clean running water in a country gushing crude oil, and when the Coca-Cola bottling company just two days ago, along with over 800 manufacturing companies so far, packed up and left Nigeria BECAUSE WE HAVE NO ELECTRICITY, what is more important to our federal government to send our Information Minister out to do?
 
To go talk about ritualistic crap in a movie.
 
While she was at it she also talked about how Nigerian producers also need to portray Nigerians in a better light in our movies. That is, to likewise stop showing what Neill Blomkamp showed in his movie. 
 
Interestingly, she didn’t ask the federal government to ban any of the Nigerian movies that portray - in worse detail - those disgusting ritualistic acts.
 
Even more interestingly, she didn’t feel the need to ask the federal government TO ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING ABOUT THE RITUAL FUCKING MURDERS TAKING PLACE EVERYFUCKINGDAY IN THE COUNTRY.
 
Instead we speak Orwellian. And the beat goes on.
 
At the end of the day what’s the moral of the story? Well, I’ll tell you.
 
Hypocrisy, and especially while exercising the most profound and consistent disregard, exploitation, injustice and indifference to the misery and lack of basic welfare of your fellow human being to be seen perhaps anywhere on the planet, disqualifies you from ever saying ANYTHING, ANYWHERE, IN THE UNIVERSE.
 
Nigerians inside the country COULDN’T CARE LESS about A FUCKING MOVIE. Nor about esoteric apologies from movie studios in the fabled kingdom of America, when the reality of Nigeria is so. fucking. traumatic for no decent human reason except pure corruption in free reign.
 
So STOP. Stop pretending like you have the privilege to make these statements. You fucking. DONT.
 
Okay. I’m done now. I’m done.
 
Please, understand that I say none of these things out of anything but a severe hatred for the animal farm. 
 
The Nigerian problem is a terrible, terrible one (and it’s a testament to the human spirit that it has nothing to do with our 500 languages [not dialects]). But it’s one we can only solve internally.
 
I would never willingly inflict this subject on an external audience as this movie has forced so many people to do, and I never plan to again. Just had to get this shit off my chest so I can move on to the fucking porn.

Oh, and Barka da Sallah to all my Muslim country people. Ever since I was a little girl, the end of Ramadan has always marked a wonderland time of wandering through friends houses gorging on kebabs. Sucks to have missed out on all that feasting.
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When I saw the movie a week ago, I had already been made aware of a seething anger towards it, as viciously racist, though I was not sure of the reason for the sentiment.

I didn't look into it before going to see the movie because I wanted to know as little as possible about a movie I was admittedly fascinated by. I had been at the midnight showing of Wolverine, and this movie's teaser came on.

Bored two seconds in, and ignoring the odd sensations I was getting wondering why there was a trailer for a documentary about refugees trailing before a comic book action movie, I had leaned over to my friend and whispered, "For once, can we not have a movie about Africa that has to be about issues and poverty and refugees? You know what would be nice? If they panned up from that ghetto and showed hovering over the city, a big fucking alien mothership--"

I'm not ashamed to say that I teared up when I saw that big fucking alien mothership hovering over Joburg. It was a feeling, as an African living in the West, I cannot describe. It was as if, after centuries of being denied a life, that every time we were portrayed in film in the Western world, we had to have issues, we were finally allowed to just be part of the creative world. That our creativity, divorced from perceptions of the rest of the world, was finally on the international stage.

It was a moment I'm unlikely to soon forget. And, it looked like a truly remarkable science fiction film.

And I was not disappointed.

Read on )
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Much too overdue.

Since about 10 people in total have seen RocknRolla, I thought I'd put together this post and introduce you to a fresh set of boys (and one girl) who might rub you the right way. Click click for some-



Sex In Three Acts )


crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] rockn_rollas

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Yawn.
 


source


Focus quote, by Michael Medved, critic: Who is going to want to see Downey Jr. and Law make out? I don't think it would be appealing to women.


It’s like, you wish we cared you think women wouldn’t want to see Downey and Law make out.

 

If you’re just saying that to be controversial, then sorry, you’re several years too late. We’ve already had men embarrass themselves online making stupid statements about women’s sexuality.

 

And if you’re saying that because you actually mean it, then sorry, like I said, wish we cared.

 

And don’t get me wrong: I’m really not interested in seeing Robert Downey Jr. make out with anyone. But check out the operative phrase there. I’m not interested. Not that women aren’t interested. See how I don’t generalize about what women like/are interested in? A lot of you scared-stupid men could learn from that.

 

I’ve decided I’m going to make you a T-shirt, Mr. Medved, that says, “All I really need to know about women’s sexuality I learned from watching my dick shrivel every time I thought about it.” And then I’m going to mail it to you.

 
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Just got back from Comic Con, and I guess that’s as good a place to start as any.

In a nutshell, fandom evolved. This happened while some of us were watching, but also while some of us were looking in the other direction, trying to focus a little on the crazy shit life was throwing our way.

But to make a long story short, we haven’t abandoned fandom, fandom sort of took a different turn than most of us were willing to follow. It became not so much about our favorite characters or story lines, but about whether we could do anything psychotic enough to attract the attention of the actors, show creators or studio publicists. Whether we could get our opinions printed on EW.com, or anywhere else retarded enough to pick us up.

It became less, and almost not at all, about our lovely, naughty perversions, and how filthy or funny we could get when no one was watching. We didn’t seem to be satisfied with our fellow fans LOLing or squeeing over what we had to say, but rather we had to have listening, and shove it down the throat of, the outside world.

This of course is not the experience of many in fandom--some fandoms remained impervious--but there has to be a reason LJ is not nearly as fun as it used to it. Sure, few of us have a great big fandom, a la juggernauts like LOTR, to congregate around, but even the smaller ones seem to be suffering from this infection of mainstreamvitis. In general, nowadays, there doesn’t seem to be a resistance to the infection in fandom, yet a resistance is precisely what’s needed to keep good clean fannish fun going.

We’re not meant for the spotlight. We aren’t meant for mainstream, in-your-face, “we exist” politics. We’re meant for the shadows and for the fringes. The ease of access of The Powers That Be to posts, blogs, and commentary has made us believe we’re part of the creative process of our fandoms. But believe me when I tell you that that (with the warped exception of Supernatural), is a fallacy.

So let’s ease off a little. We always had more fun when we were just by ourselves. When LJ was just a cool little secret we shared with our fellow dedicated fans. Trust me when I tell you it’s not about nostalgia for a by-gone time. It’s more about the memory of a time when we got it right. Let them go back to wondering whether we would applaud or boo at a Comic Con panel. Let them actually strive to give us their best again, instead of knowing we’ll be complete whores for whatever tripe they throw at us, simply because we want to feel “relevant” to the process. We’re not relevant to the process. We don’t make shows, shows make fans. And fans make fandom. Let’s love fandom again.

I know I do.

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