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Angry lesbian feminist genderqueer undergrad

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Quinoa may deliver a complete protein—all of the amino acids you require—in a compact package, but rice and beans together actually do better. And like goji berries, blueberries and strawberries are packed with phytochemicals. The only problem is that lacking an exotic back story, food marketers can’t wring as exorbitant a markup from these staples: The domestic blueberry, for example, is periodically (and justifiably) marketed as a superfood, and in 2012, products featuring blueberries as a primary ingredient saw their sales nearly quadruple. But they only raked in $3.5 million—less than 2 percent of açaí-based product sales.

- Tom Philpott, "Are Quinoa, Chia Seeds, and other ‘Superfoods’ a Scam?" (from Mother Jones)

Also worth highlighting is this section:

Worse than superfoods’ origin myths, though, are their effects on the people in their native regions. In 2009, at the height of the açaí berry hype, Bloomberg News reported that the fruit’s wholesale price had jumped 60-fold since the early 2000s, pricing the Amazonian villagers who rely on it out of the market. In the Andes, where quinoa has been cultivated since the time of the Incas, price spikes have turned a one-time staple into a luxury, and quinoa monocrops are crowding out the more sustainable traditional methods.”

So not only are the markets for “superfoods” putting the foods out of reach of the people who relied on them as a dietary staple, but there are foods easily accessible to us that deliver all the nutrition at a fraction of the cost, both to our grocery bill and to the social/environmental toll.

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satanicdemona:

officialjeffgoldblum:

satanicdemona:

satanicdemona:

darnhomosexuals:

why the fuck does kimberly get less coffee
get rid of jeffrey and keep his mug

This is the perfect visual metaphor for heterosexuality.

I really can’t get over what a good metaphor this is.

they could’ve just made them square but that’d probably be too gay 

but then how would the dude be in the lady’s space, expropriating her value? D:

Guys, this is obviously literally meant as a metaphor for the depressingly common dynamics of most heterosexual relationships, and indeed of society in general.

the ‘hers’ cup only appears to have a normal shape when paired with the ‘his’ cup.  on its own, the cup would appear to be missing something.  why is heterosexuality so terrible?

Im just going to say, that as a straight dude, if my SO wanted coffee, id give her my cup. Not that I even like coffee. I like tea, and drink it in a glass.Im just pointing this all out to say this isnt a blanket statement over all heterosexual relationships, or at least a correct one. Just because im a guy doesnt mean im going to take from someone, anyone actually. Especially someone I’m going to enjoy the company of enough to spend the early morning with, and get special cups for. Not that I’d get these cups anyway, the design from the handles to the shapes is just wonky. 

oh my god this is a fucking work of art, nature is amazing, straight people truly are a gift 

liketheghost:

bethimus:

skysquids:

lordandgodoftheobvious:

satanicdemona:

officialjeffgoldblum:

satanicdemona:

satanicdemona:

darnhomosexuals:

why the fuck does kimberly get less coffee

get rid of jeffrey and keep his mug

This is the perfect visual metaphor for heterosexuality.

I really can’t get over what a good metaphor this is.

they could’ve just made them square but that’d probably be too gay 

but then how would the dude be in the lady’s space, expropriating her value? D:

Guys, this is obviously literally meant as a metaphor for the depressingly common dynamics of most heterosexual relationships, and indeed of society in general.

the ‘hers’ cup only appears to have a normal shape when paired with the ‘his’ cup.  on its own, the cup would appear to be missing something.  why is heterosexuality so terrible?

Im just going to say, that as a straight dude, if my SO wanted coffee, id give her my cup.
Not that I even like coffee. I like tea, and drink it in a glass.

Im just pointing this all out to say this isnt a blanket statement over all heterosexual relationships, or at least a correct one. Just because im a guy doesnt mean im going to take from someone, anyone actually. Especially someone I’m going to enjoy the company of enough to spend the early morning with, and get special cups for. Not that I’d get these cups anyway, the design from the handles to the shapes is just wonky. 

oh my god this is a fucking work of art, nature is amazing, straight people truly are a gift 

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When members of the Women’s Liberation Movement picketed the 1968 Miss America pageant, the most terrible epithet heaped upon our straight sisters was “Lesbian.” The sisters faces hostile audiences who called them “commies,” and “tramps,” but some of them broke into tears when they were called Lesbians. When a woman showed up at a feminist meeting and announced that she was a Lesbian, many women avoided her. Others told her to keep her mouth shut, for fear that she would endanger the cause. They felt that men could be persuaded to accept some measure of equality for women— as long as these women would parade their devotion to heterosexuality and motherhood.

"Notes of a Radical Lesbian" by Martha Shelley, 1969

As printed in Sisterhood Is Powerful: An Anthology of writings form the Women’s Liberation Movement, ed. Robin Morgan, 1970 (via donna-is)

Lesbophobia is as endemic to “feminism” as racism. Liberation for ALL women. (via dykeprivilege)

My feminism will include out-and-proud lesbians— and YES! send in the butches, please!— or else it will be bullshit. (via the-uncensored-she)

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So anyway, I was having this argument with my father about Martin Luther King and how his message was too conservative compared to Malcolm X’s message. My father got really angry at me. It wasn’t that he disliked Malcolm X, but his point was that Malcolm X hadn’t accomplished anything as Dr. King had.

I was kind of sarcastic and asked something like, so what did Martin Luther King accomplish other than giving his “I have a dream speech.”

Before I tell you what my father told me, I want to digress. Because at this point in our amnesiac national existence, my question pretty much reflects the national civic religion view of what Dr. King accomplished. He gave this great speech. Or some people say, “he marched.” I was so angry at Mrs. Clinton during the primaries when she said that Dr. King marched, but it was LBJ who delivered the Civil Rights Act.

At this point, I would like to remind everyone exactly what Martin Luther King did, and it wasn’t that he “marched” or gave a great speech.

My father told me with a sort of cold fury, “Dr. King ended the terror of living in the south.”

Please let this sink in and and take my word and the word of my late father on this. If you are a white person who has always lived in the U.S. and never under a brutal dictatorship, you probably don’t know what my father was talking about.

But this is what the great Dr. Martin Luther King accomplished. Not that he marched, nor that he gave speeches.

He ended the terror of living as a black person, especially in the south.

I’m guessing that most of you, especially those having come fresh from seeing The Help, may not understand what this was all about. But living in the south (and in parts of the midwest and in many ghettos of the north) was living under terrorism.

It wasn’t that black people had to use a separate drinking fountain or couldn’t sit at lunch counters, or had to sit in the back of the bus.

You really must disabuse yourself of this idea. Lunch counters and buses were crucial symbolic planes of struggle that the civil rights movement used to dramatize the issue, but the main suffering in the south did not come from our inability to drink from the same fountain, ride in the front of the bus or eat lunch at Woolworth’s.

It was that white people, mostly white men, occasionally went berserk, and grabbed random black people, usually men, and lynched them. You all know about lynching. But you may forget or not know that white people also randomly beat black people, and the black people could not fight back, for fear of even worse punishment.

This constant low level dread of atavistic violence is what kept the system running. It made life miserable, stressful and terrifying for black people.

White people also occasionally tried black people, especially black men, for crimes for which they could not conceivably be guilty. With the willing participation of white women, they often accused black men of “assault,” which could be anything from rape to not taking off one’s hat, to “reckless eyeballing.”

This is going to sound awful and perhaps a stain on my late father’s memory, but when I was little, before the civil rights movement, my father taught me many, many humiliating practices in order to prevent the random, terroristic, berserk behavior of white people. The one I remember most is that when walking down the street in New York City side by side, hand in hand with my hero-father, if a white woman approached on the same sidewalk, I was to take off my hat and walk behind my father, because he had been taught in the south that black males for some reason were supposed to walk single file in the presence of any white lady.

This was just one of many humiliating practices we were taught to prevent white people from going berserk.

I remember a huge family reunion one August with my aunts and uncles and cousins gathered around my grandparents’ vast breakfast table laden with food from the farm, and the state troopers drove up to the house with a car full of rifles and shotguns, and everyone went kind of weirdly blank. They put on the masks that black people used back then to not provoke white berserkness. My strong, valiant, self-educated, articulate uncles, whom I adored, became shuffling, Step-N-Fetchits to avoid provoking the white men. Fortunately the troopers were only looking for an escaped convict. Afterward, the women, my aunts, were furious at the humiliating performance of the men, and said so, something that even a child could understand.

This is the climate of fear that Dr. King ended.

If you didn’t get taught such things, let alone experience them, I caution you against invoking the memory of Dr. King as though he belongs exclusively to you and not primarily to African Americans.

The question is, how did Dr. King do this—and of course, he didn’t do it alone.

(Of all the other civil rights leaders who helped Dr. King end this reign of terror, I think the most under appreciated is James Farmer, who founded the Congress of Racial Equality and was a leader of nonviolent resistance, and taught the practices of nonviolent resistance.)

So what did they do?

They told us: Whatever you are most afraid of doing vis-a-vis white people, go do it. Go ahead down to city hall and try to register to vote, even if they say no, even if they take your name down.

Go ahead sit at that lunch counter. Sue the local school board. All things that most black people would have said back then, without exaggeration, were stark raving insane and would get you killed.

If we do it all together, we’ll be okay.

They made black people experience the worst of the worst, collectively, that white people could dish out, and discover that it wasn’t that bad. They taught black people how to take a beating—from the southern cops, from police dogs, from fire department hoses. They actually coached young people how to crouch, cover their heads with their arms and take the beating. They taught people how to go to jail, which terrified most decent people.

And you know what? The worst of the worst, wasn’t that bad.

Once people had been beaten, had dogs sicced on them, had fire hoses sprayed on them, and been thrown in jail, you know what happened?

These magnificent young black people began singing freedom songs in jail.

That, my friends, is what ended the terrorism of the south. Confronting your worst fears, living through it, and breaking out in a deep throated freedom song. The jailers knew they had lost when they beat the crap out of these young Negroes and the jailed, beaten young people began to sing joyously, first in one town then in another. This is what the writer, James Baldwin, captured like no other writer of the era.

Please let this sink in. It wasn’t marches or speeches. It was taking a severe beating, surviving and realizing that our fears were mostly illusory and that we were free.

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i will never not reblog. its too accurate

wait do girls really go in those weird half standing positions and stand on their heads type deal???

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During my cycles I turn into a gargoyle at night and glide around NYC.