“I always doubted auditioning because of my weight.
I’ve always acted and pursued theater – it was something I had always wanted to do when I was young. But I felt I would be rejected because of my physical appearance. Orange is the New Black has given me the opportunity to show that I have curves and I have talent too. It’s been a battle, you know, because I’ve never been skinny. But I’ve embraced it. Now I have the opportunity to show everyone that this is sexy. I can dress in the same attire as someone else and carry myself in a sexy manner, a beautiful manner and a prideful manner. What matters is how I play the role – not my size.”
- Dascha Polanco
Holy shit where does this come from?
[Black and white picture of Black Transwomen protesting, carrying signs that say “Money for hormones, not war!”, “We also have rights!”, and “Trans Rights Now!”]
The International Action Center (IAC) is an anti-capitalist, anti-imperialist, anti-war organization founded in 1992. This photo was likely taken during one of their ‘Trans Day of Action’. The background resembles Union Square so I’m assuming this is in NYC.
I backtraced the image but had no luck finding the source.
the fact that weaboos are considered disgusting both here and in japan is kinda funny
who’s going to take one for the team
When people try to equate “cracker” with “nigger” to prove the existence of reverse racism.
I just discovered the best blog ever
To be a working class youth in a low-paid, precarious job like fast food is to live a life devoid of the kinds of progressive life markers that make up normative adulthood. There is rarely college attendance and even more rarely college completion. There is not the moment where you secure the stable job that can anchor life planning. There is not enough money or enough stability to buy a house. Partnering or marrying is too risky and otherwise unattractive given the realities and stresses of dual precarity. Child-bearing is hard to undertake in a way that won’t be totally ruinous.
Without these markers then, it is a life of arrested development and unimaginable stress and misery. The workers live in small duplexes, apartments, or trailer homes, occasionally doubled up with family. They often lose their jobs and, lacking a strong safety net, run up credit card debt to get by, which they then can never pay off. When they are in a job, they cling on tightly even when they might want to take a risk for advancement elsewhere because they cannot afford that risk. Those from poor, working class backgrounds who do manage to pull through college can find themselves right back where they started if they do not acquire the necessary social and cultural capital that actually allows an individual to convert credentials into better living.
What is an adult life, in this society, where it is impossible to save money, impossible to partner, impossible to have and adequately support children, impossible to have a stable, anchoring job, and impossible to even secure a stable residency whether through buying a home or otherwise? What we do when we put people in this position is eliminate their access to the capabilities that form the very core of what we (and they) generally consider the good life to be.
There is this guy on the bus who calls himself Jeff. Jeff narrates the entire bus ride in third person. Today was the only day I have been on the bus with Jeff where someone has told him to shut up. Jeff sighed and then said “Jeff dramatically looks out of the window while sighing. Jeff just couldn’t understand why people had to be so rude.” The person who told him to shut up now looks like he is going to cry out of frustration.