Spanish is a beautiful language. You don’t say “I love you” in Spanish, you say “yo quiero comer culo” which translates to “you are the light of my life” which I think is one of the most beautiful things to say to someone
Doesn’t that mean…
so, here’s a thing that i’ve noticed
for those of you thankfully unfamiliar with the truly terrible world that is okcupid, this is a screencap of a question on their ~compatibility tests~. the top answer is from the person i’ve been matched with, and the bottom answer is mine. the black text indicates that i have deemed their answer ‘acceptable’, and the red text means that, to them, my answer is ‘unacceptable’.
this particular question is, far and away, the most frequently ‘unacceptable’ answer i have, especially for people i have an otherwise high compatibility with. it’s maybe particularly surprising given how middle-of-the-road my answer is - like, somewhat important? that’s not exactly taking an extremist stance, here. and, really, i’d say i’m lowballing it; my specific brand of jewish practice and cultural heritage informs massive amounts of my identity and worldview. i value critical questioning of the status quo because i come from a tradition built on arguing with any higher-up you can find; i value self-defining, ridiculously supportive communities because i come from a religion that finds holiness whenever people come together; i value smoked salmon because it’s delicious but. also. because jewishness.
and, ugh, i just so massively massively despise the ~progressive mantra~ of john lennon ~no religion, too~, of all optimistic visions of the future necessitating humanity evolving beyond silly primal religion, of my friends expressing surprise that our orthodox classmate could be so intelligent and still be so dedicated to something as stupid as religion, doesn’t he think (which, wow, the ultimate irony given that he has a talmudic education and is thus certainly better trained in constructing a logical argument than anyone else here), of sucking all the flavor and texture and culture out of everything in an attempt to make it more palatable to the white atheist techy dudebros who were raised to fear anything that isn’t their stale fucking christmas cookies
everyone that okcupid thinks i would be just! perfect! for! thinks that my culture is unacceptable, and likely that i am an inferior intellectual given my connection to my culture, and that, really, why can’t i stop being so stupid and start being just like them.
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Also, when I saw this I remembered I forgot to get butter and went back for proof.
I like to think of Harriet Tubman.
Harriet Tubman who carried a revolver,
who had a scar on her head from a rock thrown
by a slave-master (because she
talked back), and who
had a ransom on her head
of thousands of dollars and who
was never caught, and who
had no use for the law
when the law was wrong,
who defied the law. I like
to think of her.
I like to think of her especially
when I think of the problem
of feeding children.
The legal answer
to the problem of feeding children
is ten free lunches every month,
being equal, in the child’s real life,
to eating lunch every other day.
Monday but not Tuesday.
I like to think of the President
eating lunch on Monday, but not
and when I think of the President
and the law, and the problem of
feeding children, I like to
think of Harriet Tubman
and her revolver.
And then sometimes
I think of the President
and other men,
men who practice the law,
who revere the law,
who make the law,
who enforce the law
who live behind
and operate through
and feed themselves
at the expense of
because of the law.
men who sit in paneled offices
and think about vacations
and tell women
whose care it is
to feed children
not to be hysterical
not to be hysterical as in the word
hysterikos, the greek for
not to suffer in their
not to care,
not to bother the men
because they want to think
of other things
and do not want
to take women seriously.
I want them to think about Harriet Tubman,
remember she was beaten by a white man
and she lived
and she lived to redress her grievances,
and she lived in swamps
and wore the clothes of a man
bringing hundreds of fugitives from
slavery, and was never caught,
and led an army,
and won a battle,
and defied the laws
because the laws were wrong, I want men
to take us seriously.
I am tired wanting them to think
about right and wrong.
I want them to fear.
I want them to feel fear now I want them
that there is always a time
there is always a time to make right
what is wrong,
there is always a time
and that time
—susan griffin, i like to think of harriet tubman. (via black-poetry)
drake is gonna write a song called “the chair” and its gonna drop at number one where he’s just rapping about his experience in that video seeing gods he doesn’t even believe in