"We may have fought each other and been otherwise unjust in life, but in how we treat the dead we have one final opportunity to show what sort of ethic really guides us. Antigone died declaring her duty to family and the gods over the state; from the rest of us, the quality of our attention may be all that we have to offer. But attention to the ordinarily invisible dead can have radical potential, asking us to rethink who makes up our body politic, and who counts as victims of human rights violations."
Boston Review, “Exhuming Equality: The Forensics of Human Rights”
"Neoliberalism turns a sow’s ear into a silk purse by elaborating a narrative of female empowerment. Invoking the feminist critique of the family wage to justify exploitation, it harnesses the dream of women’s emancipation to the engine of capital accumulation."
Fuck, he thought, then shit. Also he thought the word cunt. Because he could think whatever he wanted, and what he wanted to think about was swears.
“I have to go,” he said. “I have to go do crimes.”"
Mallory Ortberg, "A Day In the Life of a Troubled Male Antihero"
Dove is not radical
A couple months ago, I came across this DIY and loved it. When B and I moved to our new upstairs apartment, he was really excited because he would finally have a real office, instead of cutting and editing on our living room couch.
Since we finally have the space, I ordered the legs and went to Home Depot to get a nice, straight piece of pine. I also got a nice stain and had a Polycrylic finish in the shed. After sanding down the edges and lightly sanding the face of the pine, wiping it down and letting it dry, I applied a few coats of stain and finish over the course of two or three days, and assembled the table last week.
I’m super proud of it and love the way it turned out. The pine took the stain beautifully and the table will be both a desk and a dining room table for when we have company.
this is why we march
Like 17.7 million American women, I have been raped.
Like 73% of survivors, I was raped by someone I knew and trusted.
Like 50% of survivors, I was raped in my own home.
Like 40% of survivors, I reported my assault to the police.
Like 94% of survivors, I never saw my rapist spend one day in jail
Not because there was a lack of evidence, but because I was too ashamed to take the stand.
I was wearing sweatpants and had not been drinking. I was not walking alone down a dark alley in a bad neighborhood. I followed all of the “rules” for not getting raped.
Stop teaching women how to avoid being raped; Teach men to not rape
(via Smithsonian Magazine)