logic failure

anonymous asked:

If u don't use ot4 or ot5 to denote whether something was before or after Zayn left or whether a gif/photo contains all 5 boys vs 4 because it was after March 2015, then what do you use for tagging?? Or like, if it was up to u what would u want everyone to tag things as?

Oh, it’s much deeper than tagging.  It’s really the issue of the fandom either A) not thinking critically at all, or B) being hypocritical about what they apply logic to.  It’s also about people, no matter what they think happened (Zayn’s leaving wasn’t fishy vs. Zayn’s leaving being super fucking fishy), being willing to immediately believe the worst about someone they should already know the true good character of.

In more specific terms, it’s about the fandom buying everything the media and the narrative says about Zayn without valuing logic and the things Zayn says from his own mouth more.  It’s about fans willfully interpreting everything related to Zayn as negative, deciding they have a grudge against him because of those perceived “slights”, and then erasing and demonizing him in equal measure.

To state a surprising truth, there isn’t a single person in this fandom that believes everything the narrative says about One Direction.  They probably think they do, but they don’t.  I’ve seen people who constantly mock the idea of a narrative or a constructed media image and yet they still push back when the boys are said to be dating someone that’s not confirmed, said to have been rude, said to be doing odd things (sheep placenta facials anyone?), said to have a bad relationship with each other, said to be violent or on drugs, etc.  

The thing is, people THINK they believe everything is simple and truthful, but at a basic level, they have their own beliefs about who the boys are based on what they’ve seen in interviews.  If those conflict with what they’re told, they scoff at what’s being fed to them.

This is fact and yet a large chunk of the fandom had very little problem turning around and believing everything bad the media said about Zayn, even when the things he himself said and did were so different from that.  

“so grateful” and “loved what we did as a boyband”

“I don’t think I woulda done anything different”

“there was no contingency” and “my band’s been really supportive, they’ve been really cool about it”

“it was nice to look back at the memories we shared together” and “ok, you’re saying that” (this requires tone interpretation, but his tone is “don’t agree, yeah, ok, whatever, shut up” rather than “I agree with you and I’m being coy about it”)

“you don’t want to feel that you’re being lied to, not that I was lying, it’s just that them songs didn’t really fit my style of singing, so I wasn’t really 100% confident in the way that I was singing back then”

What Zayn said in person didn’t at all match up with the headlines the newspapers kept running and the words they kept putting in his mouth.

A specific example is this whole thing that people believe Harry and Zayn have a problem when NEITHER. HARRY. NOR. ZAYN. EVER. SAID. A. BAD. WORD. OR. SHOWED, SIGNS. OF. TENSION.  

I can understand believing Louis and Zayn fought a little bit more (even though evidence suggests the Twitter fight was all a planned show), but the only things that ever happened with Harry and Zayn were some BS news articles with no source and Harry making a few jokes about the unnecessary tension and glee the interviewers had when talking about Zayn.

Up until the very last show Zayn was at, he and Harry were acting normal and close. Even after Zayn’s last show, Harry was right there with the other boys in leaving space for Zayn on stage.  Even after THAT, Harry was involved in things that referenced Zayn in a positive way.

(When a fan showed Harry this picture of Zayn in concert)

There is NO basis for believing there’s an issue between Zayn and Harry, yet the fandom believes it because it’s what the press has said.  They apparently want to believe it since there’s been little to no pushback.

This is my problem with group A.

My problem with group B is all of that plus they DO know how to see everything I’m pointing out; they know and they choose not to bother with it if it doesn’t apply to Harry and Louis.  That’s even worse.  There’s no way to miss what’s going on since it’s entangled with the other boys.  It’s even harder to miss since there’s a good core of bloggers here that always gather evidence, do the hard legwork, and make posts about it.  

With the ability to reason, there should only be 2 divisions in fandom: those who believe the narrative no questions asked and those who don’t.  Instead, there are those who believe the narrative no questions asked, those who believe it about some and not others, and those who question and examine everything.

“OT4″ and “all 4 boys” are heavily associated with the erasure of Zayn from the band- even the pre-March 25 band-, the degradation of Zayn’s character, failures of logic, gross hypocrisy, and the diminishment of the amazing bond OT5 share.  

I understand and acknowledge that not all people using it have those intentions or participate in those actions (which is why it doesn’t bother me as much when people I follow and know have good intentions use it), but so many do that it leaves a terrible taste in my mouth every time I see it.  Zayn’s career prospects, personal desires, name, and reputation have been so unfairly and so badly abused that the injustice of it makes me furious. Anything connected to it makes me furious and that’s why “OT4″ and “all 4 boys” has that affect on me.

It’s not something I’m expecting everyone would use, but @paynoisbatman uses “zayn’s boys” when there are 4, or “liam’s boys” if Liam’s the one missing, etc.  It’s a great way of showing that the missing member is still important and is still part of the love all 5 share.  When it comes to “all 4 boys”, you simply have to drop the “all”.  It might take a tiny bit more typing, but it’s worth it to represent the situation accurately and honor the contributions of and bond between all 5.

Christopher Nolan interview about Dunkirk in Premiere (translated by YFR3)

The popular filmmaker, inventor of crazy concepts, who reigns on global entertainment for ten years, is back. But this time, Nolan is naked : without his magic tricks or his theoretical scrolls. Farewell the world of dreams of Inception, the upside down editing of Memento or the black holes of Interstellar. Dunkirk tells the story of a handful of routed soldiers (Tom Hardy, Cillian Murphy, Harry Styles …) stuck on a beach, between the Channel’s gray and angry sea and the Germans who fire. A real, brutal, anxiety-provoking and authentic war film. Really ?

Naturally, as always with him, it’s a little more complicated than that … “I guarantee you there’s no SF,” he laughs, welcoming us into the editing room. For its hardcore fans who rewatch frame by frame the two available trailers, to see when the film can twist. No: “Dunkerque will be faithful to events, the reality of history and the reality of places. ”

Perhaps this is where the most “Nolanian” aspect of the project nests. Some people still wonder if, at the end of the dream of Inception, the spinning top continues or not to turn. The same is true for the Operation Dynamo (code name of the evacuation of May 1940). For some people, Dunkirk’s rescue was a victory (340,000 soldiers saved while Churchill was expected ten times less); For others, it was a terrible humiliation (“War is not won with evacuations,” declared the same Churchill). This is this weird episode of the phoney war that Nolan chose to tell through the fate of aviators, sailors, soldiers and civilians. A story full of ambiguity, ideal to play with the genre. There’s always been in this man a desire desire to refuse the constraints of narrative logic, to explode into a thousand pieces the linearity of storytelling. Whatever the genre he confronts, his cinema is based on an art of rhythm and editing that allows him to deploy his incredible immersive mechanics. And that’s what we witness when we get into the editing room at Warner Studios. We see Nolan at work. We see it deconstruct a plan, subtly modify a sound to boost an image and make it indelible (his sense of frame is intact), all with a virtuosity of a killer who knows as well mix formats (prologue mixing 70 mm and IMAX is a visual madness) that learn his job to the most experienced sound engineer. It is this moment that he chose to welcome us and lift the veil (In Premier exclusivity …) on Dunkirk.

PREMIERE : I was very surprised to see how accurate you were in sound mixing. Can you explain what you were doing? 

NOLAN: It’s pretty simple in reality. In the room, the editor on the left is dealing with the music of the film. The other on the right the sound effects.  And at this stage, we ensure the balance, the mix between these two flows. It’s a very subtle process, but when we add these two elements (music and effects), working on hundreds of sound details, we finally define the tone and cohesion of the film.

(Rest of the interview after the jump)

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When you play Poptropica, sometimes you may not realize..:

If you save the world from being taken over you technically also saved the Big Nate cast, the Wimpy Kid cast, the Peanuts cast, the Magic Tree House cast, the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory cast, the Galactic Hot Dogs cast, and the Timmy Failure cast from being ruled by an evil overlord.

A small appeal to Moftiss :)

♥ Dear Mark and Stephen. Of course I understand that you will barely ever read this, but… I just need to say it. After all these numerous posts of hatred towards your and the series… 

First of all, I want to say that in general I like season 4. Really. Despite of some serious logical absurdities, the death of one of my favorite characters [it’s about Mary btw], the secret sister of Sherlock, which I personally find difficult to understand and forgive [she killed a child after all!], I think, Sherlock’s nature amazingly reveals in season 4, showing us, the audience, a really big and burning heart, capable of the great love. He went to the peculiar finale of his journey for quite a long time — 13 episodes and almost 7 years. And those who weren’t indifferent to this journey, who observed, and not only saw, of course did understand what was this all about. And, honestly, we can forgive even some really huge logical failures for that.

I don’t want to talk about John now, because [as for me] everything in his line is perfectly clear. But throughout the plot, all these 13 episodes, there was another story —  the slow-burning story of Sherlock and Molly, and I finally encouraged myself to say the great thanks for it! I just want to say thanks for that love — beautiful, deep, pure and true love that you really did show through their complicated and ambiguous, but such an interesting interaction. I don’t know if you had such an idea at the beginning. I don’t even know if showing this was actualy one of your goals. But everything happened in the end [I mean the Final Problem] for me personally looks like that. [Otherwise, that tragic and brilliant coffin scene in the last episode doesn’t make any sense, and I do believe that it really does].

So just thank you for this line of the great, all-suffering, all-forgiving, absolutely devoted love and one of the most amazing movie couples of the XXI century!

Sincerely yours, an ordinary sherlolly viewer. ♥

Most plans are critically flawed by their own logic. A failure at any step will ruin everything after it. That’s just basic cause and effect. It’s easy for a good plan to fall apart. Therefore, a plan that has no attachment to logic cannot be stopped. The success or failure of any given step will have no impact on the macro level.
—  Red Mage (8 Bit Theater - #942: Cross-eyed Traffic)
Why It’s Hard To Love Yourself

It had been a dire year, one in which I had wondered if I would ever manage to emerge from what seemed like an endless gloom and an unwelcome but sustained invitation to examine my own shortcomings. If I were looking for reasons to explain why I had felt so little regard for myself it wouldn’t have been hard. Most of the standards I had set myself I had fallen short of. Most of the justifications for self affirmation eluded me consistently. Dog tired for months, any suggestion of love or positive regard for myself seemed a fanciful notion.

When life seems to be flowing in a direction counter to that which we want it is easy to bemoan the lack of good fortune and look for reasons why bad things always happen to us. Easier still is to blame ourselves. Unworthy, odd, a freak, bad, useless, incapable, unlovable, stupid, hopeless, pathetic. The list of defamatory adjectives rolls on like a winding road which ends nowhere we’d ever want to be but appear helplessly drawn towards.

It is easy to overlook and underestimate the number of ways we find to underscore our own worthlessness and in so doing make it more difficult to see both the deep impact they have on our self image and, crucially, the view that other people take of us.

It’s hard to love someone who doesn’t love themselves.

Many of us enter relationships with one need paramount. The need to be loved. The dependence and emphasis placed on this demand is the very aspect which will most likely doom the union to failure. What logic is it that suggests we can replace an unwillingness to see the lovability in ourselves with the love from someone else? If I can’t see anything valuable in me why would I ever expect you to do so?

In a floundering marriage and some years into an affair Robert is as low as I have seem him. Satisfying none of his needs in any one place there is something much more fundamental keeping him stuck in this hellish purgatory between being properly in his marriage and properly out of it. Him.

“Do you deserve to feel happiness?” I ask

Robert thinks for a moment, but only a moment.

“No, I don’t think I deserve it. Look at what I am doing”

There it is, right there, the unvirtuous circle which keeps Robert stuck in the same desperate place. He doesn’t believe he deserves any better because he is not being honest and by remaining dishonest he cannot think himself worthy of better.

Drinking too much, smoking, staying in a bad relationship, accepting subjugation, overeating, procrastination, settling for less than we want, standing in our own way, doing the same things even when we have proven they don’t work. These are all illustrations that we are lacking love for ourselves and ways of cementing the idea that we are undeserving of it anyway.

This lack of self worth when taken into relationships has a multiplier effect because, instead of being “OK on our own” we are demanding from someone else the love we find it impossible to give to ourselves. All the time that we get what we need it might work fine but as soon as it’s not there’s trouble.

In her wonderful book on relationship therapy “Landscapes Of The Heart” Juliet Grayson talks about the four roles we assume when we are unhealthily “fused” with our partner. In playing them out we either surrender to our anxiety and try everything to please  so that we continue to receive love, we become angry at their lack of attention to our needs and withdraw, or we find ways of bullying and cajoling them into satisfying us. None of these are sustainable or satisfactory. Only when we find our way to the fourth position, the one of self determination and self reliance can we really connect in healthy and sustainable way and, ironically, provide the love for ourselves which is then much more likely duplicated in spades by our partner.

Without love for ourselves we cannot show all that we are to our partners. We cannot be vulnerable for fear of being hurt, we cannot be true to our own needs because we think we are not worth having them met. On all fronts a lack of love for ourselves creates a scarcity of intimacy and genuine love in our connections with others. We spend all of our time looking at what someone else can give us when really we are much better served looking at all we are constantly able to offer ourselves but are choosing not to.

When I talk to people about feeling more love for themselves I get one of two reactions. Either they regard the whole concept of “self love” as a form of indulgent self obsession, or they understand the concept but they have a question, “How do I do it?”

When we ask the question “how?” we are looking for a set of instructions, steps towards completion. We want “10 Steps To Loving Yourself”, except that we don’t. It isn’t that these resources don’t exist because they do (A Google search on the phrase “how to love yourself” will yield 27 million results) but they don’t really give us what we need and that is a sense of belief that we are worthy of love.

We waste our time when we want to shortcut discomfort. If it was easy to feel differently about ourselves we’d just do it but it isn’t. To fundamentally change is tough, takes hard work, takes commitment and dedication and takes time. We are increasingly unwilling to invest long term more intent on finding short term gratification. If you want to lose weight, gain muscle, feel more fulfilled in your relationship, get a better job, have more money, be successful (whatever your measure of success might be) you want it in the shortest timeframe possible and that’s both the blessing and the curse offered by the “10 Ways To Feel Great” posts. They might give you what you want in terms of tactics but you probably can’t access the tools needed to make use of them.

If you find it hard to love yourself somewhere in your history you have developed the idea that you are unlovable, that there is something wrong with you. You might have grown up feeling criticised for how you looked or behaved. You may have felt like a disappointment to a parent. You may have felt a paucity of love from your parents. You may have suffered abuse or bullying of some sort. You may have felt blamed or responsible for things which went wrong. You might have been told you were “bad”, “worthless”, “stupid”, “ugly”, “useless”. You might have felt unable to live up to comparisons with your siblings. Your parents may have argued constantly or split up, and you blamed yourself. You might have felt that love is only given in exchange for success, achievement or “good behaviour”.

An ability to love yourself requires that you observe these principles:

Sometimes prioritising yourself over other people (even your children!).

Refraining from talking down to yourself and being constantly critical of your own faults.

Recognising and appreciating your qualities rather than all of your perceived faults.

An ability to be happy alone.

A willingness to engage in honest discussion and sometimes conflict rather than running away, in order to stand up for what you want and deserve.

Being strong enough to show and give love even when you don’t receive any in return.

Finding gratitude every single day of your life and recognising it as such.

Refraining from self destructive and sabotaging behaviours.

Investing in yourself.

You see? How realistic is it to think that a blog post, however good, can fix all of that and address the foundational reasons that initiated the struggle in the first place? It isn’t. But what is possible is the realisation that you don’t feel the way you do because there really is something innately flawed in you, but rather you have learned to believe that there is from experiences you’ve had.

So what if you’re really just fine after all? Even if you can’t suddenly change the habit of a lifetime you might at least begin to question it, to accept the possibility that you’re wrong about you after all, and then find yourself a little more open to looking at yourself in a different way.

I wonder, when I read the sage advice from countless contributors, how many of them have actually walked the winding road they write about. I have and I can say that it’s rarely easy, but there are parts of it when the clouds part, the temperature rises and the horizon seems set out before you like a plethora of riches, and then the view is quite spectacular.

10 facts about me tag~ 

Tagged by my babe @tradedmymarriageformysme

So since I’ve been MIA for a while and my bae tagged me in this, might as well right? So I will be answering inbox questions and comments if you all wanna chat NOW IS THE TIME :D Okiedokes time for this req :D

1. My name is Zuri and I live in CHICAGOOOOOO. THE BEAUTIFUL WINDY CITY <3

2. Dun dun dunnnnnn I AM 22 YEARS OLD. SO OLD RIGHT?!?! (T.T) My Birthday is March 26th 1995, so I am an ARIES :D Speaking of Aries, even though I don’t take horoscopes super seriously, I completely and 100% am the epitome of an Aries because I match with all of the characteristics D:

3. I am going to UNI right now, graduating late bc life has been hard D:, if anyone is like me and graduating/graduated late, how do you stop feeling like a failure?? LIKE logically it makes sense to me why I am graduating late but I can’t help but feel this way :(

4. I used to be a Pre-med student LOLLLLL. I changed my major tho, not because I hated what I was doing, but because i wanted to make an impact socially. I want to change things in society because it’s just not right. So I am currently going to school for political science and international relations, hoping to be a diplomat :D we’ll see how this goes. No one really knows I did this tho so SHHHHHH.

5. I can speak a ton of languages :D. I'm fluent in English (obv.) Urdu/Hindi. I speak Spanish and Mandarin fairly well. I am currently learning Arabic (even tho I can read and write it). I just love learning new languages!

6. Food is honestly my one true love LMAO. SORRY JUJU D: Like omg just thinking about this is ugh making my mouth water. I love biryani, burgers, just EVERYTHINGGGGGG. I’m pretty open minded to trying new things so I always find new food I like. At the same time, I’m really picky about things I don’t like LOLLL. 

7. As some of you may know I love playing video games. ESPECIALY HORROR GAMES OHMAHGAWD. Tbh. I just love horror everything, games, movies, haunted houses uffff <3

8. Another hobby of mine is working out LOL. Not really working out as in going to the gym, but i love going outside to skateboard or skate. I love playing football, soccer, lacrosse pretty much everything except basketball D:

9. I have a pretty big ego, not in the way that I’m like conceited or anything (well i hope not at least). Moreso like a pride thing, so if someone dares me to do something I almost ALWAYS do it, no matter how weird or gross it may be. It’s put me in some pretty awkward situations tbh… I’m uh pretty crazy guys hehe

10. LAST ONEEEE. Winter is my FAVORITE SEASON. Well, winter/fall. I LOVE the cold. I get hot really easily so like I'm dying rn because of this heat guys D:

Okie dokes. That’s it. Shoot me an ask if you guys would like to know anything else or if you just wanna chat. PS GUYS IF YOU WANNA ADD ME ON SNAPCHAT GO AHEAD: vitaminzee19 Love you babes MUAH <3 XOXO

Types as 8-Bit Theater Quotes

INTJ

“What I hate most about talking to you jerks is that I always know what you’re going to say. Partly because I exist in six directions in time at once, but also you are all stupid.”

-Sarda

ENTJ

Thief: I believe in a free market.
Red Mage: How’s that work?
Thief: Very well when you get to make the rules.

ENFJ

“Death is not "funny”, you miserable little pukestain of a worm! If I hear so much as an utterance on the subject of Black Belt, I will personally ensure that your life will be a series of wretched events that march you into an early (and shallow) grave.“

-White Mage

INFJ

"Life is funny. You start out with limitless potential, but time is always shaving away the possibilities. Every choice you make is the choice not to do a thousand other things. What’s important, when all is said and done, is that you made a difference. Your choices, and everything undone, have tomean something. Otherwise, what was the point? I’m lucky that way. My path was already there. I had only to walk it. I often thought even if no oneknew of the good I had done with my life, it didn’t matter. That it was done is all that counts in the end. But then I died. And I hadn’t gotten to do any of it yet.”

-Black Belt

ISTP

Vilbert von Vampire: Ready?
Red Mage: I was born ready.
Fighter: I was born naked and screaming.
Black Mage: And if all goes according to plan, you’ll die that way too.

ESTP 

“Why, it would take some kind of insane megalomaniacal fiend to take pleasure in wielding the tapestry of creation to focus pure energy into reality through nothing more than the force of my own will, the rush of electricity through my being, the power—my god, the POWER! ITS THE ONLY TIME I FEEL ALIIIIIIIIVE!!!”

-Black Mage

ESFP

Red Mage: Just promise to murder me with your pants on.                        Black Mage: I promise nothing.

ISFP

Black Mage: I’m the caster, y'know! It’s like I’m a cannon made out of glass. Like a… Y'know, like a dainty figurine so ornately decorated you can’t image how something so fragile manages to exist in this brutal, ugly world… And it makes you weep. I’ve got something in my eye! [Runs away]
Red Mage: I… would’ve just stuck with glass cannon, probably.
Thief: That was weirder than it had to be.
Red Mage: And yet, par for the course.

INTP

"Let’s review. You built something. But you don’t know what it is because you never wrote down what it was for when you still had enough points left in engineering to know. I have been defeated by my own intellect. I don’t know if that’s encouraging or depressing though.”

-Red Mage

ENTP

“Most plans are critically flawed by their own logic. A failure at any step will ruin everything after it. That’s just basic cause and effect. It’s easy for a good plan to fall apart. Therefore, a plan that has no attachment to logic can not be stopped. The success or failure of any given step will have no impact on the macro level.”

-Red Mage

ENFP

Drizz'l: Only a fool would engage an enemy without knowing anything about him.
Fighter: Which explains exactly why that’s what I did!
Thief: That was supposed to be a taunt, wasn’t it?
Black Mage: One can only assume.

INFP

Garland: I found a quarter and I’m not asking if it belongs to anyone.
Bikke: That’s plain mean. Yar.

ISTJ

“I met our old friends, who coincidentally are also our worst enemies.
Remember? We killed them? They say its our turn now.”

-Fighter

ESTJ

“How else do you suggest [Dragoon] destroy the world’s only hope for survival? Identify the real heroes, delay them, then join a band of easily duped rubes, become their leader, and trick them into questing across the world only to stab them all in the back at the last minute? At least, that’s what I would do.I said ‘hypothetically’ right? Somewhere in there? No?”

-Thief

ESFJ

 Black Mage: I don’t get it. What’s that jerk [Ranger] got that I ain’t.             White Mage: You mean besides a grasp of grammar?                                 Black Mage: Me talk good!                                                                           White Mage: Well, let’s see. He knows the difference between right and wrong. Morals. A complete understanding of the theories and practical applications of personal hygiene. Friends. A face. The respect of his peers.                      Black Mage: Hey! I have friends. I have a friend.                                         White Mage: What you have is a highly dysfunctional relationship based exclusively on abuse.                                                                                    Black Mage: Right, a friend.                                                                         White Mage: See that, that right here. That’s what’s wrong with you. [Walks away]                                                                                                            Black Mage: Dammit, Fighter. White Mage doesn’t like me because you’re a rotten friend.                                                                                             Fighter: I’m horrible! 

ISFJ

Black Mage: Jeezy chreezy, Fighter! Did they drop you on the head as a child? Often?
Fighter: Hm… [Has a flashback] Mmm! Power lines and paint chips! My childhood rocks! [Back to present] Nope, why?
Black Mage: Never mind.

anonymous asked:

Take a banana... in 200 yrs time it will be a human being. LOGIC.

That’s not LOGIC, that’s a failure to understand basic high school science.

I’m actually suffering from second hand embarrassment at the thought of someone being so scientifically illiterate as to say something like that.

So, for those of you who happen to be new to following, let me catch you up on something my longer term followers are aware of:  I go through certain tags. I used to try and engage them (not very nicely, mind you) but these days I’m a little too involved.

Plus, they have, for the most part, blocked me.

So what I do is screen cap posts I see in the tags. Tags are open and free to everyone – all tags. I find particularly pathetic posts and bring them to light in order to continue the process of pointing out how some people who folks think are cool and doing a good thing are actually lying to you fairly constantly.

So, here is one example of such,  All of the above answer can be summed up in a single sentence:

Because I say so

But the woman in question (who is not thirteen and is a college student, she claims, but still acts like a 13 year old boy who hates everyone) is at least somewhat aware that her saying that has no real value so she lies to people in order to cover up the fact that the only reason she says that is that she thinks it makes her cool and hip and part of the group of people she wants to pal around with (transphobes who cling for all they are worth to a racist ideology that ultimately harms her).

So let’s go down the line:

1 - Her assertion here has yet to be proven.  It is, on her part, an assumption. Additionally, her stating that is an act of gendering things, and is also an outright act of violence, as I explain in depth, with sources, here.

2 - They did not have boyhoods. They had girlhoods and were raised by people who mistakenly thought they were boys and really wanted them to be boys. SO she is lying to you. while being violent and abusive and actually truing to speak for two people about whom she knows next to nothing.

2a - It gets better: she uses a stereotype of women and men that was created by the patriarchy in order to make her point, and is actively using a form of gender behavior that is directly tied to the notion that men are a certain way because biology and women are a certain way because biology when science has definitively established, over and over and over again for the last 75 years, that none of that is factual.  Indeed, this same person has made the exact argument that people are not that way because of biology.

2b - She also proves that she does not understand what male and female are, what socialization is, and uses a hilarious circular reference (they are socialized to be masculine when saying they were socialized to be men – failure of logic and comprehension there). We know she does not understand what socialization is, because if she did understand it, she would know that men and women are socialized the same, but that it is part of the social constructs of men and women that make people think of men and women in those manners. This is the compete failure of critical discourse on their part, because they cannot be honest.

3 - Here she repeats herself – in a binary system of the sort she is actively arguing with and using as a tool of oppression and that is used against her, personally, there is only one or the other, and her failure to remember that is why she decides that she needs to say the obverse of the previous point, essentially repeating herself for rhetorical effect but also subjecting herself to the same failures and misogynistic, violent, abusive, ignorant, incompetent aspects that we covered in 2, 2a, and 2b above. And she has no idea that in doing so she is also supporting anti-blackness and white supremacy, as well as imperialism and colonization. Again, because she lacks any sort of valid understanding of oppression systems and dynamics.

4 - Here she presents a personal supposition that is fairly obviously biased and false, given that the women she is referring too rather obviously do have an understanding of what it is, since they are, again, women. She then justifies this personal assertion (an opinion without any merit or validity) by describing womanhood in such a manner that she herself cannot have fully experienced womanhood. Again, because she is incompetent and ignorant and lying through her teeth at you thinking that you cannot possibly have any understanding of these concepts and so she is, actively, relying on your ignorance on the topic and so is intentionally using you to further the oppression she is enacting.

5 - Next up, she proves that she does not understand what trans women are (because she continues to argue that they are not actually trans people, but instead “crazy” cis people, since she is, as she continues to prove above, ignorant and incompetent) and that she also does not understand what privilege is, which you can find out here.

5a - in the process, she establishes that she is dedicated to a concept that makes no sense: sex based oppression.  Any critical theory analysis worth a damn that is based on science will understand that sex is presumed in a gender system, and that it is not actually oppression based on sex, but rather the presumption of it enacted through gender. So here she is literally arguing against the very thing she wants to end because she does not understand what she is talking about. I will, because I am going to be nice, not go into any depth about how if her arguments about socialization are correct, and the implication and assertion that socialization is absolute and that you cannot escape it, that she, herself, is apparently not socialized, since she is not being, in her own standards, submissive, passive, or feminine.

6 - She now makes an argument that claims that you can tell someone is a man because they are pompous misogynists, yet here she is being aggressive, unfeeling, not submissive, not passive, pompous, misogynistic, violent, abusive, and then takes a scripted series of statements created by a team of writers, and specifically credited to an award winning woman, and then assigns that entire bit of acting (of pretend and make believe, mind you) to the actress who is playing the role that scene is written for. She is immorally and unethically being dishonest and deceitful with you when she says this, but worse: she believes this and refuses to see the inherent flaws in her own arguments, which have no logical consistency or merit. Especially when you realize that trans women do not get to design their own vaginas because hey, they aren’t the surgeons doing the work. Ignorance is bliss, they say, but only for the ignorant. OR is that arrogance. In any case, in this part, she essentially says that under her own rules for what it is that makes a man, she is a man.

7 - Here she sums it all up in the manner I noted previously: they are men because she says so, and so there, harrumph, tongue sticking out and everything.

Now, lest you think this is an aberration, keep in mind that when she is informed that doing the above is violence, her response is that the person telling her this does not understand what violence is.  As I have covered this topic previously, and linked to it both above and now here, you can see that, in truth, the one that does not understand what violence is is her.

In addition, she establishes her own racism, and her own homophobia, and, even by her own standards, her own misogyny when she makes a couple of nasty comments about an image of four naked men and just before that talks about how she needs to stop calling herself a feminist until she stops watching porn.

So she is, without any effort, a hypocrite, abusive, violent, lying, misogynist, transphobic, homophobic, racist, and generally really fucking nasty.

Which is sad because she could actually spend her effort towards genuine social change and improvement of her kiths, but instead decides that she is going to be a miserable bag of dicks because she has this hate boner for trans women of color.

If I was really mean, I might say its pretty typical for a man – but my standards for being a man are not patriarchal and binary and ignorant as all hell.

[Liv says: Hi, all! While writing the next part of my Message in a Bottle fic, I suddenly realized I had a lot of explaining to do before we got to the meat of the story. Just how would Claire’s plan work? The fic below provides some answers and context. The story will then be continued in future installments that incorporate your prompts more directly (they’re briefly mentioned here). Apologies to you all - this one, er, kinda ran away from me! :p]


SCOTLAND - May 31, 1786

“Have ye gone mad, Sassenach? No! I willna do it. You canna –”

“Jamie. You must.”

Our conversation had followed this same combative pattern for the better part of the day. In front of us lay a wreckage of half-read books and cartographic research, strategies scribbled in the ink spills staining the desktop. Circling it all were my husband and I, snapping and bristling like a pair of hounds. Save our raised voices, the house sat eerily quiet in the lazy afternoon sun, emptied as it was of the usual hums, creaks, and clangs of our daily life. Or namely, a clan of riotous grandchildren.

“Let’s let Grannie and Grandda…sort some things out, aye?” Roger had said earlier, pushing his offspring out the door.

And bless him for it. Even I was cowering beneath the booming echo of my own voice.

“Christ,” Jamie cried now, “she has gone mad!” He addressed the heavens with balled fists, curses in his eyes. “There must be some other way. Some other – ”

Jamie,” I huffed again, “there isn’t another way. And it wouldn’t make much of a difference if there were.”

As my plan had developed, certain contingencies had chosen to reveal themselves. Logistics, it would seem, were not the only things to be wrangled with, as problems of a more ethical nature were proving just as tricky. This was one such contingency – but I’d be damned if I’d let it stand in my way.

Jamie shook his head furiously, refusing acceptance.

“Aye, but it doesna have to start wi’ me. Dinna make me shoulder this burden, Claire, for I canna bear it. If something goes wrong…”

His face crumpled and, with it, much of my resolve to prove him wrong. His fears, I knew, were aptly just and so I took a guilty step forward.

“The nature of the beast,” I said, my own stomach turning at the probability of our failure. Logic and reason being rather obsolete in matters of time travel and spiritual communion, I certainly had my own doubts. But despite its obvious risks, I thought the plan we had was sound – or as sound as it could be, all things considered.

“D’ye speak of war, Sassenach? Or of love?”

I smirked.

“Are they not one and the same?”

At this particular moment, Brianna charged through the doorway. Covered in dirt and at least a liter of blood – an animal’s, I hoped – she regarded us with frightened eyes and a hand to her gun. As we were not in the clutches of some violent intruder, she melted against the jamb, relieved by our apparent safety.

Jesus,” she said, breathing heavily, “I could hear your shouting from outside! I thought –”

“That I was about to kill yer mother? Aye, I am!”

Literally and figuratively, I mused, though I refrained from saying so aloud. I knew better than to antagonize a Scot – natch, a Fraser – when he stood so tensely on his haunches.

Another face came to float above Brianna’s shoulder: Roger, newly returned from Sunday’s mass. While thankfully unsoiled by the gore of tonight’s dinner, his appearance was far from desirable. Flops of hair clung wetly to his forehead, and his underarms spoke more of hard labor than of preaching from a pulpit.

“The church,” he said, atoning for the disarray, “Like the pits of hell. The kids have gone swimming to cool off.”

Summer had descended with a vengeance upon the Scottish Highlands. In a place whose weather was limited in its scope – a hundred variations of rain, and little more – the country had spoiled in the heat. As equally caught off guard, we had been a bit of a feral bunch since mid-May, perpetually sweat-soaked and stained.

“What’s going on?” Roger asked, looking from myself to Bree and Jamie. Obstinate husband notwithstanding, I thought this the perfect opportunity to advance my case. Perhaps Brianna could persuade Jamie where I could not – and in terms much more suitable to tenacious red-heads.

“I was just telling Jamie that he absolutely must kill me. Er, try to, at least.”

“Ooh!” Brianna squealed. She rubbed her hands together as if sitting down to a feast. “You told him then?”

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anonymous asked:

Your refusal to confront the calculus of your own criteria has caused me a lot of distress while listening to your podcast. I was forced to unsubscribe to it because of how irritated I was by your constant hypocrisy and self-contradiction, pure reactionism without logical consideration, and absolute failure to be consistent with your criteria for judgement. I hope to listen to the podcast again once I can do so without getting frustrated. Receipts coming if you ask for them

Damn, looks like someone just got a membership to thesaurus.com.

PS. I guess send in those receipts?

themutantgene  asked:

For women and against the men who sell and buy them. x

themutantgene…are you new here?

a quick scan of the front page of your blog puts you clearly in the pretty-standard-rad-fem-camp (massive tw for transmisogyny for my followers, obvs), so I don’t feel too out of line assuming that what you mean by this message is a) support of end demand models and b) the eradication of the practice of trading sex, specifically as a goal worked on via separate and unique efforts from your efforts at ending capitalism (and ignoring the fact that post-capitalism, there will still be trade, and therefore people will still trade sex).  Please feel free to correct me if I’m incorrect in either of these assumptions. 

What you have put in my inbox, is either an oxymoron or a meaningless slogan (or both).

 Obviously, emotionally, you can feel whatever way you want to feel (I, personally, feel very in favor of my fellow sex workers of all genders, and harbor very few positive give-a-fucks for our clients, so theoretically, you and I aren’t necessarily that different).

 But. There is no way to take action against “the men who sell and buy women” without doing far worse harm to the people who trade sex, most especially the women who trade sex. The fact that criminalizing the client and not the worker puts the worker in a huge amount of danger while also not particularly dropping the demand for sexual services is hilariously well-established.  There’s plenty of information on my blog already tagged on that subject.  And even if you succeeded in dropping the demand, you would not actually solve the problems that lead us to choose to trade sex in the first place. (Again, even if you end capitalism. And obviously, putting any effort in to vanish the sex trades ahead of capitalism, or even specifically over other industries within capitalism, puts an already hugely vulnerable population in even more danger, and really belies any assertion of yours to be “for” us.) 

So either you just wanted to send me some emotional support — that you think I’m grand, but that the people who pay for my rent, and groceries, and the medical care for my family are disgusting, in which case, um, thanks (?) but maybe donate ten bucks to a DV shelter or to SWOP or something instead? 

Or you’re telling me that you don’t like thinking about the fact that punishing men is more important to you than protecting women.  In which case, ew. 

(OH AND WHILE I HAVE YOU HERE: nobody has bought or sold me. come on now, this is an even more basic failure of logic and understanding of commerce than the idea that you can stop people trading sex. Trading sex is not chattel slavery, and conflating the two is not only dangerous and insulting to people who trade sex, but deeply, deeply dangerous to people who are being exploited, coerced or enslaved. And further, if you erase my ability to consent to a sex act because a transaction occurs, then what recourse do I have when I am actually assaulted on the job? If you are “for” me and mine, why is that a desirable outcome?)

…x

Happy Birthday, “O Pioneers!”

Joan Acocella celebrates the hundredth birthday of Willa Cather’s second novel: http://nyr.kr/Jq1VtH

“A crucial difference, I think, between successful and unsuccessful artists is the ability to survive disappointment. Logically, after the failure of ‘Alexander’s Bridge,’ Cather should have given up. She had always figured she couldn’t make it as a novelist. Here, apparently, was the proof. But for some reason that no one has ever been able to explain, she immediately sat down and wrote a second novel, ‘O Pioneers!,’ which obeyed the fiction-writing-workshop dictum ‘Write what you know.’”

Photograph: New York Times Co./Getty.

Failure in logic

Okay here’s what I don’t fucking understand about the phrase “Don’t blame responsible gun owners for a few incidents.”

EVERYONE IS ASSUMED TO BE A RESPONSIBLE FUCKING GUN OWNER UNTIL SUDDENLY THEY’RE NOT. THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY OF CONTROLLING IT. NO WAY OF KNOWING FOR SURE.

AND YOU KEEP YOUR GUNS TO FIGHT OFF BURGLARS? OH THEY’RE LOCKED IN A SAFE SO YOU REMAIN RESPONSIBLE? THEN WHAT’S THE FUCKING POINT B/C THE BURGLAR ISN’T GONNA FUCKING WAIT FOR YOU TO GET THE GUN.

OH BUT SUDDENLY NOW IT’S IN AN UNLOCKED GUN CABINET? CONGRATS YOUR THREE YEAR OLD GRANDSON JUST SHOT HIS SISTER.

SO MANY FUCKING CONTRADICTIONS IN THIS LOGIC AND SO MANY DEATHS AND I JUST FUCKING HATE EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW FUCK

Javik

jadesabre301 said: …no idea how last comment looks, so, anyway, trying again: please do, because I mostly enjoy Javik solely in the context of jokes, and would love to be challenged to a more serious look at him.

I do have a huuuuge story idea for him that’d communicate a lot of his feels )hopefully) but the thing is, I can’t see it as anything less than a full saga and I can’t commit the time to it. So here’s a quick summary of Javik appreciation as I see it. There’s probably some inaccuracies and logic-failures and jumps to conclusions.

1. He’s lost everything. All he ever really had was the battle with the Reapers - he was born into a losing battle and never really knew anything else (so no decent childhood, either). Presumably he had some sort of battlefield camaraderie with his fellow soldiers - but the kind of friendships that Shepard develops? I doubt it. By the full Reaper invasion in ME3, Shepard’s hanging on to old friends, she isn’t making new ones. 

His entire race is gone. His culture (unpleasant as it appears to be) has been entirely wiped out. He’s completely alone, separated by 50,000 years from the rest of his people. If he uses the memory shard, for example, he intends to commit suicide after the Reapers are defeated,  just to rejoin them.

2. He is carrying a big load of survivor’s guilt. From the flashbacks we see on Eden Prime, the Protheans knew they were gone, so they froze an ark-full of their people in the hope that they would survive. That and Ilos were probably their last hopes. We know what happened to them both. There were about a million Protheans in stasis on Eden Prime, and all of them were sacrificed to keep Javik alive - and he knows this. This probably doesn’t weigh on him in exactly the same way it would a human, given his nature, but it’s clearly present.

3. He’s surrounded by primitives. It seems to be a punchline most of the time, but really I think he’s coping quite amazingly well. All the ME species were little more than animals in his time - now here they are, walking around as if they owned the place. Imagine, say, that you woke up 50,000 years later and the - hmmm - ravens and the dolphins had inherited the earth. How well would you relate to them? It’d feel like a Disney cartoon! You’d find it hard to believe they were actually intelligent, or you’d want to condescend, or maybe you’d feel guilty for all the habitat pollution over the years. I doubt Javik feels guilty, but imagine the cognitive dissonance.

And keep in mind that these ‘advanced animals’ are now the ones fighting against the enemy that slaughtered YOUR people. How could you trust them to do anything but die?

I don’t know, but Javik does. He sees Shepard succeed and he comes to believe that she can kill the Reapers - that she will help him avenge his people. He learns to identify with the crew of the Normandy and deal with them basically as equals (even if he doesn’t use their names). He even teases them.

And let’s just have a quick word about Liara here - who pesters him with questions and gets sulky and disappointed when his answers don’t match her preconceived notions. That’s got to feel like some nasty mixture of being a zoo exhibit and being blamed for something you can’t help - so you can’t blame him for sniping back.

4. He’s kind of an asshole. And I love this about him. It would have been so easy for Bioware to take the last, revived Prothean and make him a tragic, mourning hero, just a pity-figure. Instead we have Javik.

Javik doesn’t want your pity, sympathy or understanding. He wants the Reapers dead and he wants to avenge his people. He’s been shaped by war (that whole Darwinist thing) and recognises that he could have been different, but doesn’t really care. He is himself, and he’s not going to make any excuses for it, primitive.

He is capable of being surprised and wondering and entertained at the vagaries of this cycle - that so many races can work together. He comes to understand that this diversity is our strength and not a weakness.

He has some surprising moments of softness - with the memory shard, the Prothean VI, and especially on Earth, either at the farewell or at the beam, where it’s clear he cares something for Shepard and the others even if he doesn’t really want to.

He’s old and lonely and fierce and desperate. He’s seen all this before and he knows how it ends - unless these primitives can pull off a miracle, and maybe they can. Either way, he’ll fight the Reapers until they kill him, or they die. 

And that’s why I love Javik.