bookoisseur

evilmarguerite:

charminggoats:

artbymoga:

Inspired by every student whose told they can’t be an artist because it doesn’t “make enough money”.

The motto of people who have never grown up so poor that kids made fun of them for the holes in their shoes and/or having to take home and wash the sandwich baggies your PB&J was packed in. I actively chose a different career in the hopes of never having to live like that again, and instead do what I love in the down time I have when I come home from my 8-5 corporate job. Sometimes happiness is a full belly and electricity that isn’t cut off four times a year. 

^^Reblogging for Heather’s commentary. Please don’t measure other people’s happiness and fulfillment by your own expectations. Please appreciate that everyone does not have the same desires or privileges you have. 

gabydunn
axispowersshella:

auplaz:

Alright guys, this shit got me heated. 
So today as I was getting ready for school, I get a call from my youngest sister’s elementary school clinic. My sister gets on the phone and tells me she is sitting out of class because her skirt is too short. “You need to bring me one that goes down to my knees, they said,” is what she told me.
Quick recap: My sister is eleven years old, in fifth grade, and has some mental and physical disabilities. She’s the tallest girl in her class. Also, the dress code states her skirt must be down to her fingertips, not her knees.
When I get there, I insisted I see her instead of just dropping her stuff off. I was not suprised to find her with a skirt obviously within the rules of the dress code. I asked her what class she was missing and she told me math. She’d been sitting out for atleast twenty or thirty minutes while she waited for me to come.
She only learns things at about a third of the pace as everyone else in her class. Even missing this short amount of time means missing a lot of information for her. Just to recap: she has to sit out of class because of the length of her skirt. She can’t even just sit in her classroom while she waits for me, because apparently that’s too distracting. To whom, you ask? I can’t really tell you. Are ten year old boys, fifth grade boys already old enough to be sexualizing her to the point that they were going so insane with horniness that they had to whisk her away until she could put on something ‘decent’. 
So not only are the sexualizing a fifth grader, they are giving her different rules for the dress code based on her height and making her miss valuable class time. This bullshit needs to stop. Eleven goddamn years old and she’s already being taught her body isn’t her own anymore, that she’s being too provocative if she wears a skirt to the same standard as all the other short, skinny girls in her class just because she looks older.
As a P.S., I would like to point out that she is already bullied because of her disabilities. Pulling her out of class and making her change is even more of an embarrassment, and only leads to more teasing. 

please signal boost this.

axispowersshella:

auplaz:

Alright guys, this shit got me heated. 

So today as I was getting ready for school, I get a call from my youngest sister’s elementary school clinic. My sister gets on the phone and tells me she is sitting out of class because her skirt is too short. “You need to bring me one that goes down to my knees, they said,” is what she told me.

Quick recap: My sister is eleven years old, in fifth grade, and has some mental and physical disabilities. She’s the tallest girl in her class. Also, the dress code states her skirt must be down to her fingertips, not her knees.

When I get there, I insisted I see her instead of just dropping her stuff off. I was not suprised to find her with a skirt obviously within the rules of the dress code. I asked her what class she was missing and she told me math. She’d been sitting out for atleast twenty or thirty minutes while she waited for me to come.

She only learns things at about a third of the pace as everyone else in her class. Even missing this short amount of time means missing a lot of information for her. Just to recap: she has to sit out of class because of the length of her skirt. She can’t even just sit in her classroom while she waits for me, because apparently that’s too distracting. To whom, you ask? I can’t really tell you. Are ten year old boys, fifth grade boys already old enough to be sexualizing her to the point that they were going so insane with horniness that they had to whisk her away until she could put on something ‘decent’. 

So not only are the sexualizing a fifth grader, they are giving her different rules for the dress code based on her height and making her miss valuable class time. This bullshit needs to stop. Eleven goddamn years old and she’s already being taught her body isn’t her own anymore, that she’s being too provocative if she wears a skirt to the same standard as all the other short, skinny girls in her class just because she looks older.

As a P.S., I would like to point out that she is already bullied because of her disabilities. Pulling her out of class and making her change is even more of an embarrassment, and only leads to more teasing. 

please signal boost this.

White Boy Poetry and Edginess in Art

Article by Senia Hardwick
 

     When I’m not writing for this blog, I’m working on poetry and fiction. As such, I occasionally go to open mics and readings. These are great opportunities to network with other writers and expose yourself to ways of thinking and writing you might not normally explore. Unfortunately, this is also an incredibly good way to run into the dreaded edgy white boy poet.

     If you hang out in coffee shops or bookstores at all, you probably can imagine exactly the kind of person I am describing. If you haven’t encountered one, I will enlighten you (I highly recommend reading this next bit in Rod Serling’s voice).

Imagine if you will, a straight, white, able, cis man of middle to upper class, prone to flannel and stained t-shirts. He has a jaded demeanor and detachment from society– not from the clear and life altering realization that the world as we know it regularly dehumanizes people unlike him, but from a focused and monomaniacal belief that he has seen everything and as such must be the champion of chaos and upset against a grinding 9 to 5 world.

     Honestly, when I go to open mics, I don’t expect everyone’s work to be refined. The point of an open mic is to have a chance to explore and test out your work and meet other writers. I’m not upset by the quality of the Edgy White Boy. Some of them even write well from a technical standpoint.

     What angers me is the attempt to provoke a listener and evoke disgust in ways that are entirely unrevolutionary, problematic, and do nothing to further art. Evoking disgust and beauty at the same time is an important function of art, because ideally it makes the consumer and the producer question their values and what defines decency and good taste. When this is done by the Edgy White Boy, it lacks this function. Lamenting over a dead woman, poor descriptions of sex, and jaded attitudes towards a society constructed by other cis white men is the exact opposite of novel. It’s the same thing we’ve been reading for centuries– millennia. It is abject failure of art.

     Every poem or piece of art should accomplish something. Even if it’s just describing or portraying a scene beautifully. That still evokes a sensation for the viewer and is a process for the artist. Attempting to challenge society by being an overwhelming product of it and an example of what people are valued over others does nothing.

     For me as a queer writer, exploring disgust and provoking material is a way of reclaiming the space society has forced me into as aberrant. As an artist I am no longer a “revolting” person, as an artist I can become a manifestation of what society’s wrongs have forced. As creators we can strike against forces that may be too wide-spread or too systemic to truly destroy in their worldly forms. Every writer and every artist, has the potential to become a monster, a limitless creative entity that rains fire over society’s failings. For some people, art and their internal worlds are the only place they have power. Some people don’t even have that.

     This is the true source of my rage against the Edgy White Boy. They are the most likely to have the power and autonomy to act in society and correct that which they find unfitting, but all they do is continue to propagate their own power and the false tragic narrative of their life as melancholic artists who know the ills of the world. They lack even the most basic ability to empathize with the struggles of others, and despite any education they have, remain ignorant.