NICOLE WAS DELIVERED OF A HANDSOME BABY BOY YESTERDAY MORNING LET US ALL THANK THE UNIVERSE FOR GIVING US ANOTHER CLIFFE CHILD
In case you missed it yesterday, we had a fireside chat about contract terms.
The BBC on this week’s school shooting in Pakistan:
Seven Taliban attackers wearing bomb vests cut through a wire fence to gain entry to the school, before launching an attack on an auditorium where children were taking an exam.
Gunmen then went from room to room at the military-run school, shooting pupils and teachers where they found them in a siege that lasted eight hours, survivors say.
A total of 125 people were wounded at Peshawar’s Army Public School, which teaches boys and girls from both military and civilian backgrounds. All seven attackers were killed, while hundreds of people were evacuated…
Zulfiqar Ahmad, 45, the head of the mathematics department who was shot four times during the attack told the BBC he did not believe any of the 18 students in his class had survived.
In the forty-two years since those words were spoken, nobody has stepped on the Moon.
Yeah, man, don’t do that.
Leigh Anne Tuohy profiled two Black kids, invaded their privacy and interrogated them, but somehow people are behaving as if this is some kind of wonderful social justice moment. No. Not even a little. This is some fucked up racial profiling combined with white saviourism, and it is racist as hell. Assuming that those kids were doing something bad was racist. Assuming that she could take up space at their table was racist. Insisting that they talk to her was disrespectful and racist. Wanting evidence that they weren’t up to no good was racist. Treating those boys as props to make her look good and then posting this picture publicly (and honestly, I wonder if the boys consented to that) is incredibly racist.
Also, can we talk about how problematic using the phrase “don’t judge a book by its cover” is when it comes to talking about race? First of all, it begins with the assumption that the “cover” (or in this case, skin) tells you something unappealing about the contents of the book or person. It also infers that there is something unattractive or bad about the “cover” (or, again, skin). I can’t believe that I have to say this, but: there is nothing wrong or bad about Black skin. Black skin is not unpleasant or ugly, and to imply that dark skin might devalue someone is really, really fucked up.
Black people aren’t things. They don’t exist just so that white people can make a point about themselves. These are two real kids who not only had to endure this woman’s microaggressions but have now had their image splashed all over social media – the Facebook picture alone has 150,000 likes and over 12,000 shares. Step away for a hot second from this white woman’s narrative, and think about how those teenagers must feel – having their privacy invaded, having assumptions made about them based on their race, and now having a white woman use their images to get praise for herself.
I’m not proud of this. I’m not justifying this. But I already had plans to go see The Interview — I KNOW — and this just makes me want to see it more. I don’t even have a link for this. You’ve been on the Internet; you know what I’m talking about.
I will probably find a way to see it. I’m not proud of that either. I also saw This Is The End. And you know what? Fuck you, I had a great time.
I will never get tired of reading about John Hughes. Ditto Harold Ramis.
“This holiday season, please join Just Detention International in reminding prisoner rape survivors that they are not alone or forgotten. Send your words of hope today. Your message means the world to survivors, providing them with encouragement at a time when it’s easy to feel alone.”
“The summer I was 25 I spent many of my days writing advice columns for teenage boys and a very few of my evenings trying to determine whether or not I was a stoner. I smoked pot by myself in my San Francisco kitchen, using a sad sort of pipe fashioned from a toilet roll tube and a bit of aluminum foil. Even though I was alone, I felt terrifically self-conscious — not because of the smoking accoutrements, although they were embarrassing — but because I felt like someone pretending to be a person I most definitely was not, and likely would never be.”
I don’t love anybody like I love Leah Reich.
Here is a video of John Candy as Orson Welles on the first episode of the Billy Crystal Show.
WELP:
Osculum infame is the name of a witch’s supposed ritual greeting upon meeting with the Devil. The name means The Shameful Kiss, or The Kiss of Shame since it involved kissing the devil’s anus, his other mouth. According to folklore, it was this kiss that allowed the Devil to seduce women.
