drwhat posted:why does it say "black bodies", is that a thing? and if so what is the political motivation behind saying bodies and not people
because white people have black body issues
littlegreenpills posted:because black people absorb all incoming radation
when we ourselves are made of baryonic matter.
http://www.historyisaweapon.com/defcon1/fruitholiday.html
drwhat posted:why does it say "black bodies", is that a thing? and if so what is the political motivation behind saying bodies and not people
lots of people have blamed foucault so i do too.
ilmdge posted:In Poppenreiter’s vision, Ohlala is an app for any woman who thinks she ought to be compensated for her time and efforts when she goes out with someone. It seeks to turn leisure time — a precious, dwindling commodity — into billable hours. In that sense, Poppenreiter’s right: her app isn’t really an "Uber for escorts." It’s a TaskRabbit for emotional labor. Perhaps that makes it more radical than anything else — with its tasteful design and young, hip founder, Ohlala suggests a world in which there’s no "kind of woman" who sells her time and affection, because every woman could be that kind of woman.
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ilmdge posted:In Poppenreiter’s vision, Ohlala is an app for any woman who thinks she ought to be compensated for her time and efforts when she goes out with someone. It seeks to turn leisure time — a precious, dwindling commodity — into billable hours. In that sense, Poppenreiter’s right: her app isn’t really an "Uber for escorts." It’s a TaskRabbit for emotional labor. Perhaps that makes it more radical than anything else — with its tasteful design and young, hip founder, Ohlala suggests a world in which there’s no "kind of woman" who sells her time and affection, because every woman could be that kind of woman.
I'm horny and I want to fuck.
Themselves posted:i thought it was this but im 1. a baby and 2. dont always get keven's posts
http://www.historyisaweapon.com/defcon1/fruitholiday.html
I said this was the sample in my post... Wtf... Cmon son
Keven posted:Themselves posted:i thought it was this but im 1. a baby and 2. dont always get keven's posts
http://www.historyisaweapon.com/defcon1/fruitholiday.htmlI said this was the sample in my post... Wtf... Cmon son
i thought it was by Billie Holiday so i wanted to cite it correctly, turns out it was originally written(?) by a schoolteacher https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abel_Meeropol
https://www.rt.com/viral/346003-lenin-stalin-communist-russia/
drwhat posted:why does it say "black bodies", is that a thing? and if so what is the political motivation behind saying bodies and not people
well its an old term but theres been a lot of chatter about this recently. its been nomenclature for the last year or so due to certain national BLM speakers modeled statements after some journalists. the image of eric garner struggling on the street was practically a flag for the movement. that said, theres also a critique inside the movement that white allies and black artists are appropriating this for their own gain (social and monetary)
e: wow im late
ilmdge posted:In Poppenreiter’s vision, Ohlala is an app for any woman who thinks she ought to be compensated for her time and efforts when she goes out with someone. It seeks to turn leisure time — a precious, dwindling commodity — into billable hours. In that sense, Poppenreiter’s right: her app isn’t really an "Uber for escorts." It’s a TaskRabbit for emotional labor. Perhaps that makes it more radical than anything else — with its tasteful design and young, hip founder, Ohlala suggests a world in which there’s no "kind of woman" who sells her time and affection, because every woman could be that kind of woman.
"“I was walking down Oranienburger Straße — I know it sounds cheesy, but it’s the truth — it was chilly, and I saw the poor girls on the streets, and I thought, why isn’t there an app? It’s not efficient to wait outside,” she told the Local. Poppenreiter thinks the app will “revolutionize the image of sex work” and make it appear less “shabby.”"
http://time.com/72218/there-is-now-an-app-for-prostitution/
overfire posted:ilmdge posted:In Poppenreiter’s vision, Ohlala is an app for any woman who thinks she ought to be compensated for her time and efforts when she goes out with someone. It seeks to turn leisure time — a precious, dwindling commodity — into billable hours. In that sense, Poppenreiter’s right: her app isn’t really an "Uber for escorts." It’s a TaskRabbit for emotional labor. Perhaps that makes it more radical than anything else — with its tasteful design and young, hip founder, Ohlala suggests a world in which there’s no "kind of woman" who sells her time and affection, because every woman could be that kind of woman.
"“I was walking down Oranienburger Straße — I know it sounds cheesy, but it’s the truth — it was chilly, and I saw the poor girls on the streets, and I thought, why isn’t there an app? It’s not efficient to wait outside,” she told the Local. Poppenreiter thinks the app will “revolutionize the image of sex work” and make it appear less “shabby.”"
http://time.com/72218/there-is-now-an-app-for-prostitution/
frankly i'm surprised that no tech spaz has thought of Uber, But For Whores until now
“I always have an instinct to kick a cat,” he said idly.
“I like them.”
“I yielded to it once.”
“When?”
“Oh, years ago; before I met you. One night between the acts of a show. Gold night, like this, and I was a little tight—one of the first times I was ever tight,” he added. “The poor little beggar was looking for a place to sleep, I guess, and I was in a mean mood, so it took my fancy to kick it—”
“Oh, the poor kitty!” cried Gloria, sincerely moved.
Inspired with the narrative instinct, Anthony enlarged on the theme.
“It was pretty bad,” he admitted. “The poor little beast turned around and looked at me rather plaintively as though hoping I’d pick him up and be kind to him—he was really just a kitten—and before he knew it a big foot launched out at him and caught his little back—”
“Oh!” Gloria’s cry was full of anguish.
“It was such a cold night” he continued, perversely, keeping his voice upon a melancholy note.” I guess it expected kindness from somebody, and it got only pain—”
He broke off suddenly—Gloria was sobbing. They had reached home, and when they entered the apartment she threw herself upon the lounge, crying as though he had struck at her very soul.
“Oh, the poor little kitty!” she repeated piteously, “the poor little kitty. So cold—”
“Gloria—”
“Don’t come near me! Please, don’t come near me. You killed the soft little kitty.”
Touched, Anthony knelt beside her.
“Dear,” he said. “Oh, Gloria, darling. It isn’t true. I invented it—every word of it.”
But she would not believe him. There had been something in the details he had chosen to describe that made her cry herself asleep that night, for the kitten, for Anthony, for herself, for the pain and bitterness and cruelty of all the world.
