‘Race’ isn’t real in the sense that we use it. ‘Mongoloid’, ‘Negroid’, ‘Caucasoid’ are fictions of racism that don’t align with any evidence-based reality.
Sub-Saharan African populations are more genetically diverse than the rest of the planet combined; Aboriginal Australians are separated from by 60,000 years of descent, and Tamils and Melanesians all dark-skinned therefore would be identified as ‘black’ if living a society built on racism.
Racism isn’t grounded in reality, but it creates a reality people live in.
Continue reading “‘So why can you be transgender but not transracial?’”
The other day I watched the Black Mirror episode ‘The Entire History of You‘, and it was wonderful and terrifying and a really good work of science fiction.
Most of all, it was a really good work of fiction, period, because it successfully gave you two competing claims for a moral then forced you to decide which was right.
Continue reading “In a good story, the opposing tension supports the weight”
“When I was a young man, Carrie Fisher was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. She turned out to be witty and bright as well.”
Can you BELIEVE how utterly SEXIST Steve Martin is?
In the year of our lord 2016 I can’t believe women are still so OBJECTIFIED
It’s getting to the point where even the most innocuous thing is setting people off because the in thing to do is get offended and cry foul.
When men die, their attractiveness as youths is rarely if ever included in a retroactive assessment of their life.
That’s why it’s sexist. Steve Martin felt the need to mention his approval of her figure and how much he wanted to bang her 40 years ago as a precedent to a more substantive compliment.
Being outraged about that is not useful or productive except selfishly to feel like you’re maintaining purity. Sure.
And yet that’s an entirely separate issue from pointing out what’s ‘problematic’ about that tweet.
Continue reading “No one cares how beautiful you think someone else is—especially them”
The other day, I re-watched Bone Tomahawk for I think the fourth time, and that one just as good as the first if not better. The same weekend I saw the original Django starring Franco Nero, and it impressed me in a similar way despite them not having anything in common beyond being Westerns and noticeably gory.
Continue reading “‘Bone Tomahawk’ is a Western without the formula”