housingworksbookstore:

thelifeguardlibrarian:

…NEAT!

This rules.

WANT.

18mr:

72 years ago today, President Franklin Delano Roosevelt signed Executive Order 9066 giving the War Department the authority to relocate civilians within the United States. He created the War Relocation Authority to oversee the relocation of Japanese Americans, many of whom were citizens, because the Army considered them a risk if Japan invaded the United States.Milton Eisenhower, Director of the War Relocation Authority, justified the relocation of 120,000 Japanese Americans saying that “some” Japanese Americans were “potentially dangerous,” and that it was impossible to tell which, so all Japanese Americans, regardless of citizenship, birth, age, or any other factor, should be relocated.

on remembrance day, let’s remember the atrocities our government has perpetrated on human beings in the name of “security.” no one is safe when tyranny rules the day and racism is deemed reasonable.

The Juche State of Joneseyism
Bridget Jones Mad About The Boy, Helen Fielding
I’m a 30-something single woman, which puts me very firmly in the Bridget Jones wheelhouse. I read the previous books with zeal and gusto and just a soupçon of embarrassment. I made the requisite feminist critiques and then added my own also-requisite feminist support to the Jones-verse. I did my part. So, when I heard that Helen Fielding was going to grace us with another novel in the series, I was thrilled. 
And then I read it. Womp. 
So, Helen Fielding catapults us back into Bridget’s life after her beloved Mr. Darcy has met a most-untimely end. And, so we return to our harried heroine at the age of 51, grappling with a newly-widowed life, two young children, and seemingly the exact same gaggle of friends and insecurities that she had when she was 30. Could there be anything more depressing?
The joy of Bridget was that she seemed to be a mess but she was no messier than any of us— we could recognize and sympathize and, hell, often empathize with her middle class strugglings, romantic foibles, and professional uncertainty. But to still be struggling with the same issues a good 20 years on is beyond the pale. I spent the whole time slogging through this book reading off her obsessive cataloging of calories and pounds; cigarettes and units of alcohol screaming— “GET YO LIFE, LADY!” 
No. In the end, it’s a rote retread of what was once a beloved tale of plucky femmeitude. (I’m just making up words now…) If you want to revisit Bridget Jones, crack open her original diary and trundle down memory lane. This latest installment can and should be missed. Hard.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie  (Author)

Adichie is such a skillful author that in the span of a few pages, she can make Nigeria seem like a home you’ve always known and, in turn, make moving to America a culture shock even to someone who has barely ever left her shores. 

Americanah tells the story of two Nigerians falling in love and navigating life. But in Adichie’s skillful way, it’s about so much more and so much less— it’s about home. And nationalism. And belonging. And searching. And finding. It’s about the brutal and miraculous negotiations of opportunity.

If you’re looking for something as profound as her previous works — Half of a Yellow Sun and Purple Hibiscus — you’ll be sorely disappointed. Americanah is more observational and less sea-changing. But I’m so in love with Adichie’s prose, it hardly matters. She had me at kèdú.

so, i decided to forego actual resolutions this year. instead, i’ve replaced mundane resolutions with skillsbuilding exercises. one of which was— reading more. and not must more for more’s sake, but more substantively. so that i remember what i read. enter, pajiba’s cannonball read contest. i signed up for a half cannonball (26 books). i’m going to be reading books and reviewing them and in the process- reading more substantively, writing more, and updating this blog every now and again. everyone wins! (except, perhaps for the internet…) 

holy shit, do y’all remember this? i know, i know, you’re all precious babies that were born in 1998. but, i remember this and i remember her and the me of the past is saddened a little because while the blatant racism against surya bonaly was unmistakable, her epic awesomeness wasn’t as blatantly obvious (because i didn’t know jack about skating rules). bow down, bitches. in retrospect.
simchiller:

they outlawed this move just because she was the only woman who could do it. 
Surya Bonaly was infamous for (among other things) doing aone blade backflip in the 1998 Olympics, and is the ONLY figure skater who’s ever pulled that off. Not just the only woman, the only figure skater PERIOD. There’s like all ofthree Olympic-class male skaters who did backflips in their routines, and NONE of them could do it one blade.
But wait, there’s more.
Backflips were banned from the 1976 Olympics onward on the official justification that skating jumps are supposed to be landed on one blade, whereas backflips are landed on both blades. The unofficial justification was it was too dangerous, both to the athlete and to the rink — if you didn’t land it perfectly, you could not only break your ankle, but also punch THROUGH the ice surface.
Surya Bonaly was openly contemptuous of the figure skating judges, because they were a bunch of openly racist white men who always screwed her over by giving her lower scores than she deserved. That one-blade backflip was her ultimate FUCK YOU! to the Olympics judges, because she took an “illegal” backflip and made it legal by landing it on one blade. Pretty much DARING them to mark her down for being epic awesome and pulling a move that their precious coddled white girls didn’t have the guts to even think about.
They did, of course. White racism knows no bounds. But she utterly owned them with that move.
not only did she do a fucking backflip and land, she landed then went right into a triple loop. like holy fuck

mocada-museum:

baldwin-lorde

JB: One of the dangers of being a Black American is being schizophrenic, and I mean ‘schizophrenic’ in the most literal sense. To be a Black American is in some ways to be born with the desire to be white. It’s a part of the price you pay for being born here, and it affects every Black…

I’m calling on #Walmart to pay a real wage & reinstate illegally fired #WalmartStrikers Sign: http://action.changewalmart.org/ARealWage http://thndr.it/13DXDb6

blacklivesmatter:

kingjaffejoffer:

you know what she doesn’t like? crown royal. and i quote: “nobody told me it would taste like that!” (at Smyrna, GA)

square peg in a round world