Well, I have said this in the past, so I hope i don’t bore you by repeating it, but I think that we live or die under the tyranny of perfection. Socially, we are pushed towards being perfect. Physically, beautiful to conform to standards that are cruel and uncommon, to behave and lead our lives in a certain way, to demonstrate to the world that we are happy and healthy and all full of sunshine. We are told to always smile and never sweat, by multiple commercials of shampoo or beer.
And I feel that the most achievable goal of our lives is to have the freedom that imperfection gives us.
And there is no better patron saint of imperfection than a monster.
We will try really hard to be angels, but I think that a balanced, sane life is to accept the monstrosity in ourselves and others as part of what being human is. Imperfection, the acceptance of imperfection, leads to tolerance and liberates us from social models that I find horrible and oppressive.
”—Guillermo del Toro, on why he has always been intrigued by monsters [x] (via radiophile)
He could do the dextral pain the same way: Abiding. No one single instant of it was unendurable. Here was a second right here: he endured it. What was undealable-with was the thought of all the instants all lined up and stretching ahead, glittering. And the projected future fear of [sitting in…
This is a how-to show of epic proportions that teaches you how to do the things you think you already know how to do. Each episode of this hilariously dry-witted how-to adventure series, David Rees, humorist and self-made aficionado of the everyday, tackles unassuming tasks such as tying your shoes
This is the TV show I keep talking about! It’s gonna be fun and I hope you’ll watch it when it premieres ONE WEEK FROM TONIGHT. Basically, it’s a how-to show that investigates all the simple, mundane things we do without thinking.
I wanted to make a TV show in the same spirit as my book HOW TO SHARPEN PENCILS, which — yeah it has some crazy stuff in it but — is fundamentally a sincere celebration of how interesting pencils and pencil sharpeners are. And a celebration of doing simple things well, and having fun too! Basically GOING DEEP WITH DAVID REES Is just a big-ass fun celebration (and re-contextualization) of basic skills like TYING YOUR SHOES or OPENING A DOOR or SHAKING HANDS (actual episodes).
I will write more about this show soon, I promise! I can’t wait for you to see it!
Sometimes I want to believe that maybe I know who you are. At other times I acknowledge that maybe I haven’t even met you yet. Whoever you are, I haven’t been to the places you come from, and you haven’t been to the places I come from. I don’t think the places I come from even still exist…
“'My name is Robert but I would prefer that you call me Bob.' It's just like that. You know what I mean? And if you were to insist upon calling that person Robert, you would be a colossal dick.”—Paul F. Tompkins, succinctly explaining why you call people what they want to be called, whether it’s “little people” or “transgender” or “chairperson” or “Bob”. It’s not about being politically correct and it’s not about you. It’s about basic decency and respect. (via ericmortensen)
Amazing minority games writers are like comets. They burn bright during their moment in the sun before becoming shadows of themselves. The rejections, the comments, and the abuse all take their toll and we are exhausted, in the full transitive sense of that verb.
“At the end, you fight God, some great force of injustice. Often it’s something you once thought was righteous that has since betrayed you. A deified father figure, a monstrous stand-in for a parent, lawmaker, mentor, friend. You fight nonsense, you and your companions lined up on some twinkling outer plane, some space-age hellscape. You fight the very idea that there are things you can’t control or predict.”—
The problem that needs to be fixed is not kick all the girls out of YA, it’s teach boys that stories featuring female protagonists or written by female authors also apply to them. Boys fall in love. Boys want to be important. Boys have hopes and fears and dreams and ambitions. What boys also have is a sexist society in which they are belittled for “liking girl stuff.” Male is neutral, female is specific.
I heard someone mention that Sarah Rees Brennan’s THE DEMON’S LEXICON would be great for boys, but they’d never read it with that cover. Friends, then the problem is NOT with the book. It’s with the society that’s raising that boy. It’s with the community who inculcated that boy with the idea that he can’t read a book with an attractive guy on the cover.
Here’s how we solve the OMG SO MANY GIRLS IN YA problem: quit treating women like secondary appendages. Quit treating women’s art like it’s a niche, novelty creation only for girls. Quit teaching boys to fear the feminine, quit insisting that it’s a hardship for men to have to relate to anything that doesn’t specifically cater to them.
Because if I can watch Raiders of the Lost Ark and want to grow up to be an archaeologist, there’s no reason at all that a boy shouldn’t be able to read THE DEMON’S LEXICON with its cover on. My friends, sexism doesn’t just hurt women, and our young men’s abysmal rate of attraction to literacy is the proof of it.
If you want to fix the male literary crisis, here’s your solution:
it's difficult to tell with you where the social justice ends and the self-loathing begins
I’m an employed, able-bodied, married, Caucasian, college-educated, heterosexual, cisgender, 30-something American male. I also struggle with depression and anxiety. Privilege, skill, and luck have given me some platform and I intend to use that platform to help draw attention to the struggles that people outside my incredibly narrow privileged demographic window face every waking moment. Struggles that get fellow human beings denied work, denied housing, starved, abused, dehumanized, and killed.
Maybe knowledge of those struggles makes me loathe the culture of exclusion and cruelty that is my birthright and, by extension, myself. But mostly the self-loathing is a combination of misfiring neurochemistry and traumatic upbringing. I would probably be a more effective ally without it, but the hypersensitivity at least helped me first notice and work to empathize (even if I can still be utterly thoughtless, like, all the time).
In conclusion, it’s hard for me to tell, too. I try to believe my heart is in the right place, and I hope I can do better by others.