I once told a joke about a straight person.
They came after me in droves.
Each one singing the same:
Don’t fight fire with fire.
What they mean is: Don’t fight fire with anything.
Do not fight fire with water.
Do not fight fire with foam.
Do not evacuate the people.
Do not sound the alarms.
Do not crawl coughing and choking and spluttering to safety.
Do not barricade the door with damp towels.
Do not wave a white flag out of the window.
Do not take the plunge from several stories up.
Do not shed a tear for your lover trapped behind a wall of flame.
Do not curse the combination of fuel, heat, and oxygen.
Do not ask why the fire fighters are not coming.
When they say: Don’t fight fire with fire.
What they mean is: Stand and burn."
The most delicious musical score of 1991 is Alan Menken and Howard Ashman’s “Beauty and the Beast.” If the growing armada of titanically troubled Broadway musicals had half its charm and affectionate cleverness, the ships wouldn’t be foundering.
"Beauty and the Beast" has the best songs of any Disney movie since "Lady and the Tramp" and the best, most sophisticated score since "Sleeping Beauty"—and that was adapted from Tchaikovsky. Menken & Ashman are not revolutionaries—that’s not what Disney is about—but their work is old-fashioned in the most endearing sense….
Because the story is set in France, Menken [and Ashman have] given the music a French flavor, and not just in the Chevalieresque moments of the irrepressible “Be Our Guest.” He is a master of pastiche, and his score shimmers and simmers with Debussy, Saint-Saens, Satie and Couperin; the village girls who ogle Gaston are descendants of a flirtatious trio in Massenet’s “Manon.” But there are nods to great Americans, too, including Copland and Bernstein. The sensational “Belle,” complete with Ashman’s sly and quick-cutting dialogue, is reminiscent of Sondheim.
The orchestration is lush, too, and despite some requisite Hollywood glissandi, often delightful and surprising. There’s some effective use of woodwinds—and when did you last hear a harpsichord in a musical? Throughout, Ashman’s lyrics are just right, intricate or simple, sweet and funny. And even the tinniest ear will respond to a rhyme like “but behind that fair facade/I’m afraid she’s rather odd.” As in all great musicals of the last 50 years, “Beauty and the Beast” has songs that actually advance the plot …
Two quotes to share; the first is from Letter From Birmingham Jail:
I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to “order” than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: ‘I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action’; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man’s freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a ‘more convenient season.’ Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.
Who wants to take bets on which Whites are going to reblog this and remove the quote, as he’s regularly misquoted, made a meme and used by them to silence Black people? :)
I also love this, something James Baldwin wrote about him:
The secret of his greatness does not lie in his voice or his presence or his manner, though it has something to do with all these; nor does it lie in his verbal range or felicity, which are not striking; nor does he have any capacity for those stunning, demagogic flights of the imagination which bring an audience cheering to its feet. The secret lies, I think, in his intimate knowledge of the people he is addressing, be they black or white, and in the forthrightness with which he speaks of those things which hurt and baffle them. He does not offer any easy comfort and this keeps his hearers absolutely tense. He allows them their self-respect—indeed, he insists on it.
Quiet hands. It means to be still and proper. It means to stop flapping or squeezing or flicking or rubbing. It means, in translation, "Stop looking so damn Autistic already!"
It is a quick, easy way to silence Autistic people. Especially Autistic people who don’t talk, for whom behavior is unquestionably communication.
Having quiet hands means giving in to systemic ableism and letting external standards of “normality” and “acceptability” dictate one’s behavior at all times. Having quiet hands means hiding being Autistic and suppressing natural ways of speaking and moving. Having quiet hands means shutting up and putting up and giving up.I don’t want to have quiet hands. Ever.
This photo always cheers me up a bit. It’s a front-page article from 1955 about Christine Jorgensen, one of the first women to have sex-reassignment surgery.
Since the text is a bit small and I couldn’t find a larger copy, here’s what the small blurb says:
A World of a Difference
George W. Jorgensen, Jr., son of a Bronx carpenter, served in the Army for two years and was given honorable discharge in 1946. Now George is no more. After six operations, Jorgensen’s sex has been changed and today she is a striking woman, working as a photographer in Denmark. Parents were informed of the big change in a letter Christine (that’s her new name) sent to them recently.
This article is 58 years old, and it’s more respectful of Christine’s pronoun choices and name than some publications are today. It makes me happy to see a newspaper be respectful of a trans person’s choice of name and pronouns like that :3
Holy crow that’s like… a genuinely admirable article. You… go… 1955…???
Ooh, that’s lovely. The commentary above is interesting, and set me off on an infodump which may seem to veer mostly off-topic…bear with me:
There’s this myth of chronological ethnocentrism—the idea that present-day society is now the most liberal, progressive, and enlightened it has ever been, and that the past was a cesspool of racism, sexism, traditionalism, anti-scientific sentiment, etc. which is comfortably behind us. As this and countless other examples of past society being really phenomenally awesome about contentious contemporary issues demonstrate, CE is a severely flawed notion. By pretending/believing/assuming that we can observe and comment on the past from a moral high ground, it minimizes the things which are properly fucked up about our culture and social norms here-and-now. It assumes that however bad things may be, at least it’s not back then. For instance, I remember my own elementary school Black History Month curriculum presenting racism and discrimination as a problem we’ve solved, progressed beyond, and oh—wasn’t it awful how ignorant this country was back then? Small wonder then, with that sort of overly-simplified foundational instruction going on, that so many privileged white people will scoff, roll their eyes, become defensive, at the preposterous notion that institutional racial biases might (a) exist and (b) be real factors in such incidents as the infamous shooting of Trayvon Martin.
Furthermore, people tend to use chronological ethnocentrism as a catch-all justification and Get Out of Jail Free card for all things which are both problematic and “from the past.” Academics often won’t seriously discuss that which is sexist in Shakespeare or Dostoyevsky, fans won’t hear a negative word against troublesome classic Disney films, or Singin’ In The Rain, or their favorite vintage comics, dismissing the eyebrow-raisers as ‘products of their time,’ above all reproach as they lacked benefit of present-day enlightened liberal thinking. The rationale, sometimes unconscious, sometimes explicit, goes something like: “Without the recent articulate and emphatic feminist movement, how were folk expected to know that women are people with their own right to autonomy and property and suffrage? Before Martin Luther King Jr., how could it occur to any white person that segregation might be vile and abhorrent? “In 1784, five years before he became president of the United States, George Washington was nearly toothless. So he hired a dentist to transplant nine teeth into his jaw—having extracted them from the mouths of his slaves." But, the aforelinked article continues, our esteemed hero of a first president and his fellow slave-owning founding fathers "were hampered by the culture of their time." So go ahead, celebrate President’s Day. Sure, Franklin Roosevelt authorized the horribly unjust internment of tens of thousands of Japanese Americans, but he was otherwise a really great president who made a few mistakes because the times were different then! It’s entirely unfair to call it an act of cowardly xenophobic racism!"
Insisting that ‘the times were different then’ makes it easy to overlook the acts of cowardly xenophobic racism—or any number of other issues, including transphobia—which are ongoing today. Racial profiling: not discriminatory, just common sense. I learned in school that discrimination doesn’t really happen any more, after all.
It is only natural of humans to want to believe the best of ourselves. I obviously don’t mean to attack the person who wrote “You… go… 1955…???” so incredulously. My first reaction to this clipping was surprise too.
But yes. You go 1955! Let’s all ask ourselves why it is that this headline would be met with just as much surprise and delight if it appeared in a newspaper of today.
A brief summary of why I don’t like Severus Snape
since you’ve included the deathly hallows I have to deduct that your argument is invalid
Sorry I forgot that wanting to fuck Lily Potter makes up for being a terrible person!!!
Always gratifying to see corporations take such a brave stance on the tough moral questions. Someone send them a gift basket of baked goods.
an exiled knight looking for a new kingdom to serve
adult velcro shoes
shitty vw beetle
What a goddamned dork.
i cant even get mad at this kid look at what a fucking nerd he is
if shadow the hedgehog was a human this would be how he would dress
| | Wtf its real
- | | this has transcended the point of being funny to the point where it’s just kind of incredible like you have to stop and think to yourself “this person actually exists”
- thIS PERSON SOUNDS LIKE A TERRIBLE FANTROLL WTF
- That ‘trenchcoat’ just looks like a leather jacket they bought a few sizes up.
- I BELIEVE IT WAS CALLED GLADIATOR BACK IN ANCIENT GREECE
This person is an OAF, but can we please not mock the velcro shoes? I am a 20-year-old adult who cannot tie laces. Never could learn, despite years of my parents’ best efforts at incentive and humiliation, not to mention dozens of well-meaning friends who swear they can show me the YouTube lifehack video which will change my footwear fortunes forever (yes, I’ve gamely tried that crazy timesaving trick/elaborate adorable metaphor/innovative new knot). I have poor fine motor control, visual-spatial processing difficulties, and cognitive sequencing issues, likely stemming from an underlying autistic spectrum disorder. I’d love to wear laced shoes, believe me. As it is, I mostly buy slip-ons of the formal brown leather variety, though these are far less secure on one’s feet than velcro options (not to mention decidedly un-vegetarian). My intention here is not to cry ABLEIST SCUM—as teasing goes, the comment above was comparatively harmless. But it stung a little. Velcro shoes are not just for children and childish grownups. Which this “neanderthalic” fuck most certainly is.
Another pornographically good view at Chicago Shakespeare Theatre, this time for Merry Wives of Windsor.
“It was the first time that anyone in the country was killed by police gunfire.”
“‘In the 1970s, Congress was intensely interested in pornography,’ which led to the Library’s collecting examples of the genre for use by congressional committees looking into obscene materials.”