“The plain fact is that the planet does not need more successful people. But it does desperately need more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers, and lovers of every kind. It needs people who live well in their places. It needs people of moral courage willing to join the fight to make the world habitable and humane. And these qualities have little to do with success as we have defined it.”—David W. Orr, Ecological Literacy: Educating Our Children for a Sustainable World (via wordsnquotes)
The more you know about a complex subject, the more you realize that there is more to be known and, therefore, the more likely you are to think of yourself as not knowing much about it.
So those that feel as though they know most are often those whose knowledge can be described as shallow at…
Aye, from the work of Dunning-Kruger or “Why People Fail to Recognize Their Own Incompetence” see psy.mq.edu.au/vision/~peterw/corella/237/incompetence.pdf for a brief synopsis of their studies and findings.
Let’s not victim blame. Let’s not say things like “Well, if she wasn’t a celebrity they wouldn’t get spread around” or “if she didn’t take nude photos of herself this would not have happened.” She is a victim. It doesn’t matter if she is a star. She is a victim. And this all has very little to do with making money off the photos and everything to do with exerting power over a woman and making her feel helpless and weak and exploited.
I’d like to highlight this point.
There’s always an excuse when something like this happens.
"She’s a celebrity" is as weak an excuse as "she shouldn’t have taken the nude photos" is when assholes sell their ex-girlfriends shots ala so-called "revenge porn".
I have no issue if someone is approached and offered a financial incentive to pose for a magazine shot. I have no issue if someone is willing to put themselves out there, that’s completely different.
Lets call these events what they are - media rape. Every time we turn around and excuse it by saying “it’s part of the package deal” and that whether we like it or not well, it’s just the way it is “because them the rules” you forget one very important thing.
By condoning, we effectively make them the rules.
My arse isn’t worth $1000 per megapixel, but what if it was?
When does the sense of entitlement over a person or their assets - be they visual, intellectual or physical - stop?
Does the fact that I get paid a certain amount mean that my employer has the right to my home computer drives? Does the fact that my clients pay over $2000 a day to have my consulting services give them the right to invade my home? Does the fact that an actress provides us with entertainment mean that her entire life is ours to exploit?
Be careful about not speaking out when first they come for those with fame, for there may be no one left to speak for you in the end.
“On Tuesday, Posner put his judicial independence front and center during marriage equality oral arguments at the 7th Circuit. While lawyers for Wisconsin and Indiana attempted to defend their state’s marriage bans, Posner issued a series of withering bench slaps that unmasked anti-gay arguments as the silly nonsense that they are. Reading this string of brutal retorts is fun enough—but it’s even better to listen to them delivered in Posner’s own distinctive cadence. With the help of my Slate colleague Jeff Friedrich, I’ve collected the most exhilarating, satisfying, and hilarious of the bunch.”—
“I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.”—Jonathan Carroll (via danmaru)
It’s hard to tell a primarily americanised audience how that makes someone feel when they were the victim of racism for not being “the right shade of white”. I grew up in a WASP area, being subjected to being called a DAGO, told to “go back” and live with “your garlic munching kind”. I’ve had cops perform illegal strip searches on me in public right there in the street, I have had my head bashed into the side of a lorry until I needed stitches across my eyebrow, I was stabbed in the chest for being “a fuckin’ eye-tie” and I’ve had more beatings than I care to recall. I’ve had gay friends try and rape me when I tried to come out as bi to prove I was just a fence sitter, and I’ve been subjected to so many wrongs in my life, it became normal to just assume that is all life offered. But you need to understand something. This is a bigger problem. Bigotry is a fucking issue. It’s fucking people trying to make a point by subjecting others to an arbitrary line of difference. Stop it. Call out the bulshit wherever you see it. Call it out when it is racism. Call it out when it is sexism. Call out rape culture. Call out bi-shaming. Call out victim blaming. Call out cop bullying. Call out cultural misappropriation. But most of all, stop sitting on a fucking soap box and assuming that your view of the world is somehow fucking more enlightened because you learnt a new facet of bigotry today. It’s not hard to see bigotry, you just need to look. It’s easy to stay quiet about it though. Do the hard thing, speak out against it. Always.
Earlier generations have weathered recessions, of course; this stall we’re in has the look of something nastier. Social Security and Medicare are going to be diminished, at best. Hours worked are up even as hiring staggers along: Blood from a stone looks to…
The whole "how can yo be depressed if you're always so funny" thing?
Ignoring the cognitive disconnect between what the difference between depression and sadness is … there’s a very weird and, let’s call it bittersweet gift to the curse, one of which is the ability to see elements of life, like tiny pins, shining like brightest stars in the otherwise overwhelming darkness of life. It’s those tiny sparks that we try and breathe life into and share in the hope that the embers may alight into a flame, and maybe, just maybe, it can become something more than a momentary flash … maybe it will reflect in the eyes and hearts and minds of those it touches and they will allow some of that light back into our lives and keep the darkness from being overwhelming.
“And how hard is it to land even a minimum-wage job? This year, the Ivy League college admissions acceptance rate was 8.9%. Last year, when Walmart opened its first store in Washington, D.C., there were more than 23,000 applications for 600 jobs, which resulted in an acceptance rate of 2.6%, making the big box store about twice as selective as Harvard and five times as choosy as Cornell. Telling unemployed people to get off their couches (or out of the cars they live in or the shelters where they sleep) and get a job makes as much sense as telling them to go study at Harvard.”—