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Lonely men exist. Male Loneliness(TM) does not. A look at the evidence for the year's most annoying discourse.
There is no widespread outcry about the “gay loneliness epidemic,” or the “Black loneliness epidemic” or the “women’s loneliness epidemic,” even though there is just as much evidence to suggest that loneliness is a problem for those groups. The “male loneliness” panic only exists because of the unspoken and misleading assumptions that undergird most popular reporting about gender: (1) If you see the word “man,” you should assume it refers to a straight white man, and (2) straight, white men are entitled to get everything they want out of life, and if they don’t, that constitutes a crisis.
This whole thing is very good and I’d like to highlight another excerpt:
“Men are in crisis, these people say, because of feminists, who have made it so that men are now the more oppressed and disadvantaged gender. In order to fight the oppression of men, we need a gender-role reset that puts men back in their rightful place (in charge). If women object, that’s proof that they are bad, selfish people.
Men are victimized by women having civil rights, and women need to give up their civil rights so that men don’t suffer: That’s where this is headed. Women will also need to give up their standards and sexual autonomy, because men’s presumed right of sexual access to women dominates this discussion. Few progressives or leftists will argue out loud, as Ross Douthat once did, that men are turning to the far right because of sexual frustration, and that we ought to ‘redistribute sex’ by forcing sex workers to service them. They will, however, argue that by being forthright or harsh in rejecting men, women are ‘fueling incel shit,’ which is another way of blaming women for men’s worst actions.”
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Old abandoned grocery store repurposed as a library
Jules–Elie Delaunay (1828 - 1891)
Young Woman with a Sword
late 19th century
I can't stress enough how much I miss StumbleUpon
StumbleUpon once sent me to a supercut of Lion King, Lion King 1 1/2, and Lion King II, the main edit being that the scenes of Lion King and Lion King 1 1/2 were interspersed so that they happened in the order they actually happened.
stumbleupon not existing anymore can be directly traced to a dramatic decline in my mental health, I could do a thesis on it.
bestie stumbleupon very much still exists its just called cloudhiker now. i use it all the time.
learning that Stumbleupon didn't die but simply regenerated has cured my depression
Ka’ak and Ma’mol are Palestinian cookies stuffed with date paste or nuts, and are served with tea or coffee. The cookies are popular at Eid, Christmas and other holidays. [Abdelhakim Abu Riash/Al Jazeera]
Here is an article talking about both:
and one that features a recipe:
ID: Leaf and flower shaped cookies in an open cookie jar with decorative lid. End ID.
the asian american writers’ workshop just published 16 love poems by poets of palestinian heritage that were featured in the anthology we call to the eye & the night edited by hala alyan & zeina hashem beck
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Suha writes: when my sister was little, she used to pronounce amu (uncle) as abo and my uncle muneer thought it was the cutest thing ever. so it stuck and it was our collective nickname. we'd yell abo when we saw him and he'd yell back abo before we raced to each other's arms.
abo was the spoiled baby brother of nine. his father died when he was a year old. when he was 8 years old, the zionist army shot him in the leg twice. he was one of the first children brought to the united states through @thepcrf to receive treatment, but he was never able to play soccer like the rest of the kids again. he lived with us for a while in the states before moving back permanently to gaza. his favorite movie of all time was blue streak and until the last time i saw him he would say "what you gonna do with one shoelace?" and i'd respond with "floss your ass?" we'd then spend the next 10 minutes quoting and laughing at his favorite lines. he'd always rent a fancy car and sneak us away from the crowded family home to take us to the newest popular shawarma and knafa joints in gaza city. i remember during one of those getaways he told me that my dad was not only his brother, but his father. he swore he would name his son after my father in accordance with our tradition of naming one's firstborn son after their father. and he did.
today, abo was executed right before his mother's eyes by the merciless zionist army. the soldiers raided our family home and forced themselves into my grandmother's bedroom. she said he was trying to explain to the soldiers that she was his mother and no one was there when they suddenly and ruthlessly shot him in the neck. he exhaled a faint "يما" (mama) before collapsing to the ground. and that was it. he's gone.
my devastated and heart shattered grandmother was not even given a chance to say goodbye. she begged them to let her take her son's body with her. instead they expelled her from her house and forced her to leave her baby boy's precious body behind. then they abducted her two other sons and her grandchildren.
can’t fight your own nature! but you sure can try!!
“Range Life” by Jordan Bolton
Part of Scenes from Imagined Films Issue #1, available on Etsy
If you have the means to donate gifts to toy drives or shelters, please keep the above tips in mind so you can help meet people’s wants and needs! 💓
I-80 highway through Wyoming. nicknamed The Sisters, for the three sets of hills that create an optical illusion of the road rising into the sky
(1) Margaret & Jill with Martini, 1998; (2) Opening Night Lexington Club, 1997; (3) Lila Lexington & Radha with Polaroids, 1998; (4) D.J. Campbell at Club Junk, 1997; (5) Steak House Bartends, “By Hook or by Crook,” 1999; (6) Wedding Dance, 1999; (7) Love/Hate, Rest in Power Christopher Lee, 1999; (8) Red Umbrella, 1998 from Chloe Sherman’s Renegades: San Francisco: The 1990s
Surrealist Edward James, was so besotted with his wife, the dancer Tilly Losch, that when he saw the trail of wet footprints she left up the stairs after her bath at Monkton House, he had them woven into the carpet.
[Image description: two photos of the mentioned staircase. It’s a spiral staircase lined with green carpet. On each step there is the woven footprint. The walls around it are white with many differently coloured diamond and circle shapes on them and the staircase railing is yellow and made from metal. End image description.]













